The Mercenary House Bar, with tattooed, muscular customers crowded in the bar, they are all mercenaries. This bar is dedicated to serving mercenaries. When mercenaries in New York City don't get any work, they will come to the bar to have a couple of drinks to kill time.
New York has been a bit unstable recently, but the mercenary business is doing very well. There are more people with money in their pockets, and the bars have become much more lively.
Weasel Jack Hammer used the money he earned in Mexico and his previous savings to open this bar, and also gave some shares to Wade. The bar's annual income is not small, which is enough for retirement.
Compared with his previous life of living on the edge of death, he prefers his current life as a bar owner and part-time bartender.
"Do you know what this is?"
A drunken mercenary took out a piece of green scales from his arms and slapped it on the table.
"Guys, this is the scaly skin of a lizard man."
"You're bragging again, Goyle."
The other mercenaries started to make a noise. This was not the first time that Goyle had boasted in the bar.
Gore's forehead was throbbing with anger, and he boasted about how he fought the lizardman for three hundred rounds before killing it, and how he peeled off the scales as a souvenir. He also occasionally exchanged insults with the mercenaries who pointed out his bragging.
"What's that? I've fought alongside the Green Goblin before."
Jack Hammer picked up a glass of beer, took a big gulp and said.
There was silence in the bar at first, and then there was a burst of laughter.
"Hamer, I give in. You are the bragging king in the bar!"
Several mercenaries laughed and slammed the table hard.
"Come on, let's have a toast to the braggart Jack Hammer!"
For a moment, the bar was full of mercenaries drinking heavily, with glasses of wine splashing everywhere. Jack Hammer shook his head indifferently, mixed a cocktail, and pushed it to the bar.
"I recognize that piece of scale skin. It is the skin of an African rock python. Goyle picked it up when he was on a mission in Africa before."
Matt, who was sitting at the bar, picked up his cocktail.
"It's normal for them not to believe it. Even for me, thinking back to the experience at that time, it's hard to believe. By the way, how is Wade now?"
Jack Hammer picked up the wine glass and took a sip silently.
"It's the same as always. Just live one more day at a time. Thanks to your letter of recommendation, he was able to be admitted to the cancer medical center. Unfortunately, his cancer cells have already spread and there is no hope for him."
As one of the shareholders of this bar, Wade used to come to the bar frequently to help maintain order. Later, he met his true love in the bar and rarely came. Unfortunately, the happy days did not last long. Wade was diagnosed with cancer during a physical examination, and it was in the late stage with almost no cure.
Mata sighed. He had a good relationship with Wade because of their experience fighting side by side in Mexico, and he provided Wade with all the help he could. Unfortunately, everyone is equal in the face of a difficult disease like cancer, and Wade only has a few months to live.
"Ding Dong"
There was a sound of a door being pushed open, and a tall and strong Asian man walked into the bar. All the mercenaries set their sights on him almost at the same time.
stranger.
The mercenary circle is not big, but not small either, but no one knew the guy who came in this time. It was obvious that he was another unlucky guy who accidentally broke into this bar.
Although the mercenary house is located in a remote area, some young men still break in from time to time. They won't suffer any serious losses, but they are bound to be teased.
"Gall, didn't you say you killed a lizardman? Go tell this guy how you did it."
Someone started to make a fuss with bad intentions.
Goyle, who was already drunk, stood up staggeringly and walked in front of Broly.
"Boy, hiccup, this is not a place for a sissy like you, hiccup, how about this, you crawl under my crotch and I'll let you leave."
Broly raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at the drunken fat man in front of him.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't make trouble in my bar."
Jack Hammer patted the bar. Although this was his bar, he had no way of restraining these reckless mercenaries. He could only try his best to make these unlucky guys who accidentally entered leave in one piece.
He walked out from the bar, ready to pull away Gore who had gone too far, but when he saw the face of the person who had strayed in, he froze.
Broly reached out and patted Goyle's greasy bald head, suddenly pinched his neck, lifted him up, opened the door of the bar, and stuffed him into the trash can at the door.
Clapping his hands, he glanced at everyone in the bar.
"Who else?"
The bar suddenly became quiet. Although Gole liked to brag, his strength was still among the best among all the mercenaries. He didn't expect that he would be pinched like a chicken.
Broly sat at the bar.
Jack Hammer tried hard to control himself from shaking.
"What to drink?"
"Just pour me a glass of water, Hammer." Broly still remembered the weasel. He looked around the bar and said, "Is this your bar? It's not bad."
"Yes, with the money earned in Mexico."
The weasel poured a glass of mineral water and pushed it onto the bar.
"What do you want from me, Matt?"
Broly took a sip from the cup. His phone had been broken during the battle with the Fire Cloud Evil God. Matt was able to contact him again through Alejandro's phone.
Matt first picked up the cocktail and took a sip.
"The higher-ups wanted me to ask about the incident in New York City. Uh, you destroyed part of the East Coast. This, uh, is a pretty big problem."
When he accepted this task, his head was about to explode. To hold Broly accountable was like challenging a giant dragon. He couldn't bear Broly's anger. A man like Broly, his strength had already transcended the constraints of the system.
"The monster that appeared in New York City was hiding there. I wanted to kill it, and your people attacked me."
Broly placed the cup in his hand on the bar.
Matt's heart skipped a beat and he immediately explained.
"We are not part of the same system as the Air Force. We are not the CIA that attacked, Broly. The CIA has always advocated cooperation with you. We just hope that when you use powerful moves on your homeland, you can notify us in advance so that we can prepare in advance and avoid causing large-scale riots."
Broly raised an eyebrow.
"I can only say that I will try my best. The monster may not be really dead. If you find any trace of it, I can help you get rid of it."