The Bar of the Mercenary's House, where tattooed and stocky customers crowd into the bar, they are all mercenaries. →八+++八**Book ^^≥ This bar is dedicated to mercenaries, and mercenaries in New York City will come to the bar to pass the time for a drink or two when they can't get a job.

New York has not been very peaceful lately, and the mercenary business is very good, there are more people with two dollars in their pockets, and the bars have become much more lively.

Weasel Jack. Hammer used the money he earned in Mexico and the money he had saved to open the bar and give Wade some shares. The bar earns a lot of money a year, which is enough for retirement.

Compared to the previous days of licking blood from the knife edge, he prefers the life of being a part-time bartender in a bar.

"Do you know what this is?"

A mercenary who had drunk a little too drunkly took out a piece of green scales from his bosom and slapped it on the wine table.

"Guys, this is the lizardman's scales."

"You're bragging again, Goyle."

The other mercenaries were heckling, and it wasn't the first time Goyle had bragged in a bar.

Goyer's forehead was bruised, and he spat and bragged about how he had fought the lizardman for 300 rounds before killing him, and peeled off the scales to commemorate his experience, and occasionally exchanged sprays with the mercenaries who pointed out that he was bragging.

"What are you, I've fought alongside the Green Goblin."

Jack. Hammer said, taking a sip of beer.

There was silence in the bar, and then there was a burst of laughter.

"Hammer, I'm convinced, you're the braggart king in the bar!"

Several mercenaries laughed and slapped the table hard. C∮VIIIC∮VIIIC∮ read C∮ book, .⌒.o≈

"Come, let's do it for the braggart king Jack. Cheers to Hammer! ”

For a while, the bar was full of mercenaries who were drinking wildly, staggering and splashing drinks. Jack. Hammer shook his head nonchalantly, mixed a cocktail, and pushed it to the bar.

"I know that scaly skin, the skin of an African rock python, which Goyle picked up when he went on a mission in Africa before."

Matt, who was sitting at the bar, picked up a cocktail.

"It's normal for them not to believe it, and even for me, when I think about what I was going through, it's hard to believe it. By the way, how is Wade doing now. ”

Jack. Hammer picked up his glass and took a silent sip.

"It's still the same, let's live one more day, and I have to thank you for your letter of introduction, so that he can be admitted to the cancer medical center, but unfortunately the cancer cells in his body have already begun to spread, and there is no way to save it."

Wade, one of the shareholders of the bar, used to come and go to the bar often to help maintain order. After that, he met his true love in the bar and rarely came. Unfortunately, the happy days were short-lived, and Wade was diagnosed with cancer during a physical examination, and it was almost incurable and terminal.

Mata sighed, because of his experience of fighting side by side in Mexico, he did not have a bad relationship with Wade, and provided Wade with the help he could. Unfortunately, everyone is equal in the face of such a tricky disease as cancer, and Wade has no more than a few months to live.

"Jingle Bell"

A door was pushed open, and a tall, strong Asian walked into the bar. All the mercenaries had their eyes on him almost at the same time.

Stranger.

The circle of mercenaries said that it was not big or small, but no one knew the kid who came in this time, and it was obviously an unlucky guy who accidentally broke into this bar.

Although the mercenary's home is relatively remote, there are still stunned young people who break in from time to time, and they can't suffer any big losses, but a trick is inevitable.

"Goyle, didn't you say you killed a lizardman, go tell this little brother how you killed it."

Someone coaxed with bad intentions.

Goyle, who had already drunk high, staggered to his feet and walked in front of Broly.

"Boy, Hiccup, this isn't the place for a sissy like you, Hiccup, why don't you get under my crotch and I'll let you go."

Broly raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at the drunken fat man in front of him.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't mess around in my bar. ”

Jack. Hammer patted the bar, it was his bar, but he couldn't restrain the daring mercenaries. I can only try my best to let these unlucky people who have broken through by mistake leave with all their tails.

He stepped out of the bar, ready to pull away from Goyle, who had gone too far. When he could see the face of the intruder, he froze.

Broly reached out and patted Goyle's greasy bald head, suddenly pinched his neck, lifted him up, opened the door to the bar, and shoved him into the trash can at the door.

Clapping his hands, he glanced at everyone in the bar.

"Who else?"

The bar suddenly fell silent, although Goyle likes to brag, but his strength is still at the forefront of all mercenaries, but he didn't expect to be pinched like a chick.

Broly sat at the bar.

Jack. Hammer struggled to control himself without trembling.

"What to drink?"

"Just pour me a glass of water, Hammer." Broly remembered the weasel, and he glanced around the bar: "Is this your bar, it's not bad." ”

"Yes, with the money that Mexico made."

The weasel poured a glass of mineral water and pushed it to the bar.

"Something to do with me, Matt."

Broly picked up the cup and took a sip. His previous phone had broken during the battle with the Fire Cloud Evil God. Matt reconnects with Alejandro through his talents.

Matt picked up his cocktail and took a sip.

"I wanted me to ask, what happened in New York City before, uh, you ruined part of the East Coast. This, uh, is quite a big problem. ”

He took on this task with a headache that was about to explode, and holding Broly accountable was like provoking a dragon. He couldn't afford Broly's wrath. For someone like Broly, his strength has transcended the constraints of the system.

"The monster that appeared in New York City, hid there, and I wanted to kill it, and your men attacked me."

Broly placed the cup in his hand on the bar.

Matt's heart pounded, and he immediately explained.

"We are not a system with the Air Force, it is not the CIA that is attacking, Broly, the CIA has always advocated cooperation with you. It's just that we hope that when you use powerful moves in your homeland, you can notify us in advance, so that we can prepare in advance and not cause large-scale attacks. ”

Broly raised an eyebrow.

"All I can say is I'll do my best, that monster isn't really dead, and if you find its traces, I can help you get rid of it." 11. Baidu take a look at the latest chapter of "Saiyan Masterpiece Literature in Marvel" for free reading for the first time.