Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke watched with enthusiasm as the two fought each other, removing Zorro's hat and putting it on the bar, grabbing the beer bottle on the table with one hand and pulling it towards his mouth.

Two people who were already arguing very hard, their mouths still moving, but their eyes glanced at them independently.

In a slight clicking, the smiley face mask opened to the left and right, retracted the back of the uniform collar and revealed a middle-aged white man's face.

The noise between them stopped and both gazed at the face.

Grunts.

Luke sipped a beer not so tightly: “Why don't we fight? ”

He took a bag of unopened chips from the bar and looked at it. It tasted like milk chocolate.

I ripped it open and stuffed it in my mouth, and the chips were chewed and clicked: “Well, other than a little sweet, it's fine. ”

Next to Wade Wieso, the two of them stared.

A moment later, Wade said, “You must be a fake V. ”

“Hmm?” Luke was busy with his mouth, just a puzzling look in his eyes.

Wade: “How can V eat chips and beer? Shouldn't you be drinking Lipton black tea and eating bear biscuits like the English lords? ”

Luke slowly grabbed another chip in his hand, and it was still the authentic British London cavity: "Bear cookies, I can understand, but is Lipton black tea the kind of convenient tea bag? ”

Wade: “Yeah. ”

Luke: “Never had one. Actually, I prefer to drink DR. Pepper.”

Viso's jaw is about to smash on the bar: Wait, are you sick, or is my world seeing things wrong?

What the hell is Lipton Black Tea + Bear Cookies + the English Master?

Too bad nobody cared about him.

Wade seems to be getting a little interested: "Wait, don't talk to me. How do I know you look a little familiar? ”

Saying, he leaned back on his upper body and patted Veso in the bar with his hand: “Do you think he looks a lot like that...”

Viso seemed to feel the same way: "Yeah, very much like the guy who pushed the plot. If you put on a tie in a black suit, maybe six or seven. Yeah, but this is definitely a high-end version. ”

Wade nodded and asked Luke, “What's your last name? ”

Luke: “Call me Mr. Smith, if you like. ”

Wade and Visor looked weird and spoke alike: "Agent.Smith? ”

Luke turned his head and revealed a “humble” smile to both of them.

The two of them shouted, "That's it, that's it, that's the look, it's so similar. ”

Luke was too lazy to take care of these two 250.

In fact, he just needs to make sure that Wade doesn't commit suicide.

Money, ethics, mercenaries of extraordinary strength, that's all he's got right now.

But at the moment, he doesn't know that if there's one of the most boring things in the world, then Wade's suicide can only be number two —— look at Wade's suicide absolutely number one.

“So, what's going on with Agent Smith?” He asked casually.

With that, Wade talked about his tragedy.

Simply put, this guy fainted on Christmas Eve, took him to the hospital, found out he had cancer, lived no more than a year.

Exactly the five million Wade earned hasn't moved much, Vanessa has been running around with him for a month, and it cost him hundreds of thousands, and nobody can guarantee how long he will live, not even for three or five years.

There's nothing else that Wade doesn't understand.

Private professional cancer hospitals that say there's hope just want him to live in and spend money, and they can't blame cancer patients for when they die anyway.

As a result, when he came to the bar for a drink, he met a black suit claiming to work for the government medical department that looked a little like V's, the one that Wade called Agent Smith.

They are said to offer rehabilitation opportunities specifically for terminally ill patients, but this treatment is experimental in nature and Wade can be contacted if he wishes.

Wade chose to accept it in less than a few days because he knew normal medical treatment and had no chance of survival.

He forfeited himself, but it was too unfair for Vanessa to watch him die every day.

As a result, his terminal illness is now healed by a less-than-good experience, but the human face is ruined.

Wade didn't say anything about the treatment, and Luke didn't ask.

He just felt that the guy might have taken some weird medication, killed cancer cells, and recovered his strength. The only downside was that his appearance was like he was contaminated with radiation.

There are so many people in the world who do black technology, and all of William Stella's research is in storage, he hasn't had time to study it, and there's no way to care about this "disfiguring” technology.

“I have to find that damn Englishman and get my face back so I can go see Vanessa.” Wade muttered to himself.

Viso subconsciously looked at an audience in the London cavity close by and said, "The world has its own true feelings, she loves you so much..."

Wade put his head close to him and said, "Are you talking about this face? ”

Viso couldn't help but start with the side and vomit: "Well, it's kind of hard, but are you sure she doesn't have any special aesthetic hobbies, like love or anything? ”

Wade: “She loved me back then, because I was the prettiest man in the world, not the strongest butterfly. ”

Viso nodded in agreement: "It seems you have only one way out. ”

Wade: "Yeah, find Francis. ”

Viso said almost simultaneously: "Make a horror film. ”

Wade was stunned: "What? ”

Viso: "Look at your face. It's like the monster character in the horror movie. It doesn't need makeup. It's wasted being an actor. ”

For a moment, Wade decided to get back to the point: “I'm going to find Francis, and I'm going to start with his men. ”

Visor shrugged: "Well, he thought you were dead anyway, didn't he? ”

Wade: “The factory was blown to the ground, and he must have thought I was dead. ”

Viso: “Then you need a super thick mask to cover your face so he doesn't notice. Besides, you need a code name. How about Death Wade? Or the devil Wade? ”

Wade waved impatiently: “I have a mask and a code name - deadpool! It scares the shit out of all the villains. ”

Viso couldn't help but glance at someone not far away: this one is fast. I'm pissing my pants. Can you get him out of here? If you don't go, I'm almost done with my script.

Fortunately, Wade, conscious of the plan, has immersed himself in the fantasy of restoring his appearance and walks away.

Luke laughed softly and didn't stop him.

Pick up the beer and he gets up too.

In the clatter, the smiley face mask rose and closed again, and he took Zorro's hat from the bar and put it on: "Have a good dream. ”

When the black cape disappeared at the door, Veso gasped and leaned his ass against the liquor cabinet: "Mayhem Fako, you scared Dad. ”

Had it not been for his inertia to bullshit Wade, he would have been paralyzed.

It's not that he's timid, it's that he can't provoke smiley faces, let alone mysteriously disappear like those killers.