When the two quarreled, Luke watched with great interest, took off Zorro's hat and put it on the bar with one hand, and took the beer bottle on the table with the other, bringing the mouth of the bottle to his mouth.
The mouths of the two people who were already very engaged in the quarrel were still moving, but their eyes involuntarily glanced sideways.
With a slight clicking sound, the smiling face mask opened left and right, and retracted to the collar of the battle uniform behind, revealing a middle-aged white man's face.
The quarrel between the two stopped, and they both looked at this face with piercing eyes.
grunt.
Luke took a sip of beer unhurriedly: "Why aren't you noisy?"
As he spoke, he took out an unopened bag of potato chips from the bar and looked at them. They tasted like milk chocolate.
Pulling apart a piece and stuffing it into his mouth, the potato chips were chewed and cracked: "Well, except for being a little sweet, everything else is okay."
The Wade Wisso duo next to them were stunned.
After a while, Wade still said, "You must be a fake V."
"Huh?" Luke was busy with his mouth, but cast a puzzled look with his eyes.
Wade: "How could v eat potato chips and beer? Shouldn't you be like those British gentlemen, drinking Lipton black tea and eating bear biscuits?"
Luke slowly took another piece of potato chips in his hand, still speaking in the authentic British London accent: "I can understand the bear biscuits, but is Lipton black tea the kind of convenient tea bag?"
Wade: "Yes."
Luke: "I haven't drank it. Actually, I prefer to drink it"
Wei Suo's jaw almost hit the bar: Wait, are you sick, or is there something wrong with my worldview
What the hell is Lipton black tea + bear biscuits + British master
It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.
Wade seemed to be a little interested: "Wait, don't talk yet. Why do I feel that you look familiar?"
As he spoke, he leaned back and patted Wei Suo at the bar: "Do you think he looks like that..."
Wei Suo seems to have the same feeling: "Yeah, it's very similar to the guy who promotes the plot. If you change into a black suit and tie, it's probably like six or seven images. Well, but this must be a high-end version."
Wade nodded thoughtfully, and asked Luke, "What's your last name?"
Luke hehe: "As long as you want, you can call me (Mr. Smith)."
Wade and Wei Suo both looked strange, and said in unison: "(Agent Smith)?"
Luke turned his head and showed a "modest" smile at the two of them.
The two wowed together again: "That's it, that's the expression, it's so similar."
Luke didn't bother to pay attention to these two hundred and fifty.
In fact, he just needs to make sure that Wade won't commit suicide.
A mercenary who desperately wants money, has professional ethics, and has extraordinary strength, that's all he has found so far.
But at this moment, he doesn't know that if there is the most boring thing in this world, then Wade's suicide can only be ranked second, and Wade's suicide is definitely ranked first.
"So, what are you talking about about Agent Smith?" he asked casually.
With this question, Wade talked about his tragedy.
To put it simply, this guy fainted on Christmas Eve, was sent to the hospital for examination and was found to have cancer, and he would not live for a year at most.
It just so happened that the five million Wade earned hadn’t moved much yet, so Vanessa took him around for a month, and ended up spending hundreds of thousands of dollars. No one can guarantee how long he will live, even three to five years. Will not work.
There is something that a stingy veteran like Wade doesn't understand.
Those private professional cancer hospitals that said there was still hope just wanted him to live in and spend money. Anyway, they can’t be blamed when cancer patients die.
As a result, when he came to this bar to drink, he met a man in a black suit who claimed to be working in the government's medical department. He looked a bit like V's face, which was the one that Wade dubbed Detective Smith.
It is said that they provide rehabilitation opportunities for terminally ill patients, but this kind of treatment has a certain experimental nature, and Wade can contact him if he wants.
Wade chose to accept it within a few days, because he knew that with normal medical methods, he had no chance of surviving.
It's fine for him, but letting Vanessa watch him go to death day by day, this kind of torture is too unfair to her.
As a result, his terminal illness was cured under a not-so-good experience, but his appearance was disfigured.
Wade didn't elaborate on the specific treatment, and Luke didn't ask.
He just felt that this guy might have taken some weird medicine, killed the cancer cells, and recovered his body. The only shortcoming was that his appearance seemed to be polluted by radiation.
There are too many people engaged in black technology in this world. All of William Stella's research materials are in the storage space, and he has no time to study. There is no time to care about this "disfigurement" technology.
"I have to find that damn Brit and let him restore my face so I can see Vanessa." Wade muttered to himself.
Wei Suo subconsciously looked at a listener who was close at hand and spoke with a London accent, and said insincerely: "There is true love in the world, she loves you so much..."
Wade put his head close to him: "Are you talking about this face?"
Wei Suo couldn't help turning his head sideways, and groaned: "Okay, this one is indeed a bit difficult, um, but are you sure she doesn't have any special aesthetic hobbies, such as falling in love with that?"
Wade: "She liked me very much, because I was the most handsome man in the world at that time, not the avocado who was raped now."
Wei Suo nodded in agreement: "It seems that you only have one way out."
Wade: "Yes, find Francis."
Almost at the same time, Wiseau said, "Make a horror movie."
Wade was stunned: "What?"
Wei Suo: "Look at your face. It looks like the monster protagonist in a horror movie. You don't need makeup. It's a waste of not being an actor."
Wade was silent for a moment, but decided to get back to the topic: "If I want to find Francis, I will start with his subordinates."
Wei Suo shrugged: "Well, anyway, he thought you were dead?"
Wade: "That factory was bombed to the sky, he must have thought I was dead."
Wei Suo: "Then you need an ultra-thick mask to cover your face so that he won't notice you. In addition, you also need a code name, how about Death Wade? Or Evil Wade?"
Wade waved his hands impatiently and stood up: "I have a mask, and I also have the code name Deadpool! It can scare all the villains to the point of peeing their pants."
Wei Suo couldn't help but squinted at someone not far away: This guy almost peed my pants with fright, can you take him away quickly? If you don't leave, my script book is almost exhausted.
Fortunately, Wade, who consciously had a plan, was already immersed in the fantasy of restoring his appearance, so he got up and left.
Luke chuckled twice, but didn't stop him.
Picking up the beer, he also stood up.
With a click, the smiling face mask rose and closed again, and he took the Zorro hat strap on the bar counter and put it on: "I wish you a sweet dream."
When the black cloak also disappeared at the door, Wei Suo took a deep breath and leaned on the wine cabinet: "Mala Fake, I'm so scared to death."
If he hadn't been relying on inertia to talk nonsense with Wade, he would have been paralyzed with fright.
It's not that he's timid, it's that he can't offend smiling people, and he doesn't want to disappear mysteriously like those killers.
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