Margaret Sisters Bar.

It's a hidden bar in a dark alley in Brooklyn and a place where Wade Wilson grows and goes.

Because this Mr. Wilson seems to be very vigilant, even under the search of the Tianyan system, he has only left an unclear face a few times in the surveillance on the street outside the alley of this bar, which shows his professionalism.

Fortunately, Richard still found this place.

But the bartender and store manager, the man with the glasses in front of him doesn't seem to be very enthusiastic about him, because this is actually an illegal underground belly place, and he is a fresh face?

Richard looked at the blackboard on the wall, there were rows of dense names on it, followed by the amount, and there was Wilson's name, and at this moment, a bald big fat man with a long white beard suddenly fought with a fat man at the wine table, and resisted a punch, the bearded man grabbed the man's head and slapped it on the table, the man immediately collapsed, the bearded man grabbed a round stool and slammed it behind the man, and suddenly the man and the table fell to the ground together.

The bearded man raised the stool and roared, and suddenly some people cheered and some were deflated, scolding and scolding, obviously this fight was also pigged.

"Boss, ask someone, does Wade Wilson know?"

Richard snapped his fingers, and a knife was pushed over.

Looking at the green ticket of one hundred denominations, Jack's face was expressionless, and it was not enough to inquire about a person's information. Although he is very familiar with Wade, and this money is equivalent to making money for nothing, it is a matter between him and Wade whether he is familiar with it or not, and it is absolutely impossible to inquire about intelligence but only give a hundred dollars. This is the rule of the bar, and it is the rule of the intelligence community.

"What kind of wine?" Jack asked, wiping his glass, still cold.

Richard smiled, is this not enough money?

It's okay, we're not short of money.

Richard rubbed his fingers together, and magically unfolded more than a dozen beautiful knives, all of which were worth a hundred.

"To put it another way, when did he come here?" Richard looked at Jack with a smirk.

Jack's Adam's apple stirred quietly.

He can be unshaken by one, but so many are almost enough.

After all, anyone in this bar can tell the details of Wade's regulars, and it would be a big loss if someone got to him first. Glancing warily at the drinking bastards, Jack was relieved to see that no one was looking.

"Pay first." Jack stretched out his hand.

Richard handed over the money, and it was quickly withdrawn, and a smile suddenly broke into Jack's face. "Boss, what do you want to hear? That guy's information, I can tell you that it is not the same for three days and three nights. ”

The corners of Richard's mouth curled.

Does he really want to listen to such a money-eyed guy?

Of course not. He's here to see what Wade Wilson is like, and he needs the most authentic information, not the stuff that pops out of the mouth of an intelligence monger.

Looking at Jack's eyes at this moment, Richard was sure that what Jack was thinking about at this time must be about Wade Wilson, so he looked directly at Jack and made a strange handprint at him.

Jack's brain buzzed, his eyes suddenly became glazed, and the whole person froze in place as if he was unconscious, and Richard was browsing Jack's memory of Wade Wilson just now.

This is the usage of the nine-character mantra that Richard has newly mastered.

All words are printed, you can read minds, read memories, and even control the other person's mind! This is also the confidence of Richard to let Skye open the interview.

He won't let anyone with bad intentions know the address of the ERP, and he won't let any ERP information from the bad guys who have become bad after joining the team!

However, Richard is not familiar with it, and the other party must think about relevant things before using them.

Human memory is unlikely to be wrong, so Richard reads Jack's memory directly, rather than using mind reading.

It's barely a sign of respect for Jack's personality.

The third-person perspective, as if the movie was fast-forwarding, countless shots drifted in fragments "in front of my eyes", maybe a second, maybe a minute, Richard exited this state.

He already has a preliminary understanding of Wade Wilson. In the eyes of this Jack Hammer, Wade is a good friend who is interesting enough, but he is very cheap, his mouth is very broken, although he does things when he gives money, he also has his own bottom line.

This Wade Wilson never seems to have hurt innocent people, honest people, and his targets are all gangsters and traffickers, and he will never let people have benevolent thoughts when he does it anyway.

Of course, in Jack Hammer's eyes, Wade Wilson is also a piece of social garbage. It's just that he doesn't smelt copper, doesn't engage in foundations, and doesn't read Western, and he is the most professional and the best at the same time among all the "mercenaries" or thugs in this film.

But how many of those who do this are not garbage that can't be mixed up in society?

Richard smiled.

The bottom line. That's what he wants.

Although this Mr. Wilson also had blood on his hands, he was a bit like him, but the final judgment was to wait until we met.

At that time, everything will be clear at a glance.

Jack slowly came back to his senses, his eyes full of confusion and confusion.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Alas?

So much money?

Jack's brain immediately received the touch from his fingers, and when he looked down, he saw more than a dozen tickets in his hand, and his eyes lit up.

Almost at the same time, he remembered.

I'm going to give information to this guy on the other side?

Jack looked at Richard and regained his smiling expression, "I'm sorry to get distracted, I know everything you want to ask." ”

"I don't want to ask again." Richard waved his hand, then spoke before Jack thought he had changed his mind and wanted to take the money back, "You keep the money, bring me a drink." ”

Jack's heart, which had just reached his throat, fell back, and at the same time he wanted to laugh a little.

Drink? Do you want a girl's drink?

"A glass of mulled wine?" As Jack spoke, he was going to bring Richard a cup of coffee, wine, and milk wine mixed with cream, but after thinking about it, people spent so much money, and such a simple girl's drink was a bit too confusing, so it was better to have a glass of Domamoscato rosé sparkling bar.

Although it is an entry-level sweet white wine, it is a little more expensive than a girl's drink, which is enough to show his sincerity.

Jack was about to open a bottle when he was stopped by Richard.

"I'm going to think about it, get me a cup of six nuclear bombs."

Jack: "Walter? ”

Six nuclear bombs? Did I hear me right?

Is it wrong to say that you want bomb wine?

"No?" Richard looked at Jack's stunned face and pouted.

"If not, then change it, there is dead reservoir water, right?"

Jack:......

What water?

Jack was stunned when suddenly a man walked towards the bar.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a weasel, so let's have a girl's drink." The man threw down a beautiful knife and smiled when he saw Richard, "Dude is very fresh, rich people like you also like the tone here?" Don't know what to call it? My name is...... Well, you can call me Deadpool. ”

The man held out his hand to Richard.

"My name is Richard, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wilson."

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