Chapter 12 Sky-high commissions

At night, in the quiet backstreet of the bar, a man in a red leotard sits cross-legged on a trash can, very bored with the Hello Kitty watch on his left thumb and right wrist playing "Kiss, I don't let you kiss, I prefer to kiss the game", until the sound of footsteps ringing on his side attracts his attention.

"A lot of people say you're a good hand and very good at dealing with special things, but I don't believe it. ”

The visitor is a middle-aged Latina who is ordinary-looking and hard to distinguish when thrown into the pile, and his appearance is matched by his condescending attitude, as if he were facing a piece of garbage that has soiled the upper of his shoes.

"If you want to gain my trust, you need ......"

"Wait a minute," the guy in the leotard interrupted the middle-aged man's words, ignoring the other party's ugly face, and asked matter-of-factly, "What special thing do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know," said the man in the tight coat, who jumped off the dumpster with his hands behind his back, and the splash of sewage nearly covered the other's body: "Men and women sometimes don't mean the same thing. ”

"If this is told to you by a man, no problem, I am the best choice for you. ”

"If it's a woman, then ...... I'll have to look at the service goals before I can tell you the answer. ”

"That's right," the tight-clad man facing the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and startled the other party: "It's not you who have special needs, right?"

"Uh......" The tone was deep for a while, and without waiting for the other party to answer, he seemed to have made up his mind, and said to the middle-aged man: "If you have to insist, I am not unacceptable, just be bitten by a dog, or bite a dog, of course, the price must be higher than usual, if you want to take pictures." ”

"$300,000!"

The middle-aged man said a number with a cold face, and there was undisguised disdain in his tone, this group of hyenas in the dark world who do everything for money have never been liked by him, if it weren't for the order of his boss, he would never appear in this kind of place to talk about business with this kind of person.

"Alas, what are you doing!"

Disdain quickly turned into panic and fear, and the middle-aged man shouted at the indecent guy in front of him, his trembling tail note like an innocent girl surrounded by hooligans.

"Take off your clothes. ”

The tight-clad man half-lifted his clothes, and his tone was very innocent.

"Whoever told you to take off your clothes, gave you money to let you do something else!"

The middle-aged man yelled with red eyes, wishing that he would take out a pistol from his waist and kill the immoral guy on the other side right now.

"Be quiet," the tight-dressed man made a shhing gesture to the middle-aged man, and complained: "I'm afraid that people won't hear what's going on!"

"You put your clothes on!"

The middle-aged man continued to yell, looking full of energy, as if he had been trained in bel canto before.

"Okay," the tight-clad man put down the clothes that had been lifted, and muttered incessantly, "You said something else earlier, it made me scared for so long." ”

"You take ten steps back, and I'll deduct $10,000 from you for every step you get close to me. ”

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, the tight-clothed man jumped out ten steps away, very innocently spread his hands, and explained: "Actually, I refused after you made that request at the beginning, and then you ......."

"Shut up, listen to me, and I'll deduct $10,000 from you for every more word you say. ”

Seeing that the tight-fitting man made a zipper gesture on his mouth, the middle-aged man who was still angry glared at the other party fiercely, and "Actually, he refused", what did you refuse, if I didn't stop you, you would even take off your pants.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but wonder about the boss who didn't do anything except worry about the country and the people in the office with the female secretary all day long.

Who is this introduced, and next time, Lao Tzu will immediately apply for retirement!

"Bring the stuff on this picture and I'll give you $300,000. ”

The middle-aged man took out a photo from his arms, looked at the tight-clad man ten steps away from him, thought about it and stuck it in the gap on the side edge of the trash can.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the middle-aged man paused, looked at each other with a frown, and asked very impatiently: "What do you call it?"

The other party did not answer, and with the bright red clothes and dark eyes, there was an indescribable mockery.

"You can say your name or title, and I won't deduct your commission!"

After a few breaths of heavy breath, the middle-aged man who was so angry with his toothache that the other party lifted the "gag order", and he secretly swore in his heart that this was the last time, and the next time the bald boss asked him to come and meet the guy opposite, he would ...... Give that guy one more chance to correct his mistakes.

"Suffocate me, you don't know, I don't even dare to breathe in order to meet your requirements......"

"Name!"

The middle-aged man interrupted the other party's chatter in a cold voice, and the words deducted money seemed to be reflected in his threatening eyes at any time.

"Deadpool!"

Wade Wilson shrugged his shoulders: "Of course, close friends call me Britney, you can also call me that, in fact, I can't accept men calling me that, but who made you bring a big business, I'll give you a twenty-percent discount, just two thousand, no, two hundred, don't go, twenty dollars is acceptable, this is already the lowest price, I have to sell blood at a loss......"

Looking at Deadpool, who obediently swallowed back the words under the gesture of tearing up the banknote, the middle-aged man said word by word: "You should know the rules of the dark world in New York, don't talk nonsense, you won't get anything unless you get the things in the photo." ”

Looking at the distant employer, Wade shrugged helplessly.

It's not good to make a living on the black market, and there is never a deposit.

Unless you can complete the mercenary's task, you won't even get a dollar.

Fortunately, the bounty task must have been credited to a specific account on the black market before the task was posted, and there will be no such thing as completing the task and not getting the bounty.

And this kind of private entrustment, not only does there not have a deposit, but also there is no guarantee, and after completing the task, you have to embark on the road of no return to armed salary.

"What's worth $300,000, an autographed photo of Deadpool?"

Feeling the difficulty of life, Wade Wilson pulled the photo from the trash can and took it into his hand.

This is a long-range photograph of a roaring green giant in the distance, and in the upper right corner are two figures suspended in the air, one of them is Tony Stark in a steel suit, and the other is a boy with a metal cane, also a rich man and genius scientist, who seems to be named Evan Glazer.

"What the hell does he want?"

Wade Wilson looked back and forth with the photo in his hand, guessing the purpose of the hirer.

"According to the light, the lens is in this position, so the one facing the lens is ......"

"Oh my God," Deadpool, who was wearing his signature bodysuit, scratched his head in annoyance, his brows furrowed, "I said how to offer a sky-high price of $300,000, and that guy actually wants me to get him Hulk's shorts!"