The zipper opens smoothly and does not squeeze the edge of the cloth.

The shriveled duffle bag was full on the outside, and all but a letter with a blank cover were dark metal cans, about a dozen of them.

"You want me to sell canned food for you?"

Half-crouched in front of the bag, Wade Wilson flicked the inside of the can with his fingers, trying to see what it was.

However, the sealed metal products are all smooth and clean, with no introductory printing or inscriptions, as if they were the worst metal packaging ever produced in a private workshop on the black market.

After thinking about it, he still took one out of the bag at the instigation of curiosity, shook it, and put his ear to listen to it, but still didn't get anything.

Not to mention speculation about the value of the items contained in the cans, he couldn't even be sure if there was anything in those metal shells or what they were.

"Your commission is the letter, deliver the letter, and you're done. ”

The lizardman's voice was muffled, but Wade didn't care, he had heard the more ugly voice, and the other party's timbre could already be called magnetic compared to the kind of guy who laughed as if he had been cut a turkey by a castration.

"Where?"

Wade reached out and took the letter in his hand, jumped straight, stretched out his foot and kicked the travel bag full of cans, and asked, "What about these things, send them too?"

"To be honest, people may not like this kind of exactly the same thing," Wade shook his head in disgust, and introduced in a tone of "I'm good for you": "You might be able to change the trick and come up with a few sets of physiological and health textbooks, all of which are hardcover editions, and give you a nine-percent discount!"

"Those cans are your reward," the lizardman pulled out a stiff grin, matched with his dark green, scaly face and dim yellow vertical pupils, not only did not show friendliness, but became more and more hideous, "This is just the beginning, and when you get the letter to Evan Glazer, I'll give you more!"

"Goodbye!"

Throwing the envelope back into his travel bag, Wade turned away without looking back.

When he stabbed a general who was abandoned by the military, he had already forced him to rely on a few commissions from the black market to support his life, and this was the result of him even muttering in his dreams that the general died under the knife of a mysterious man, and doing his best to cover himself.

But now, the monster on the other side, who doesn't look like a good product, actually wants to let himself send a letter to "Evan Glazer", who is far more important than the military general, is this disgusting for his lack of textbooks?

In case something happened to the boy because of this unknown letter, under the pursuit of S.H.I.E.L.D., governments, and perhaps visitors from other worlds, he really had to take his girlfriend to some deserted place in Africa, eating roast lions and reading physical health textbooks, so as to spend the second half of their dull and boring lives.

"You don't want to look like it again?"

"You think I'm going to stay if you say that?"

Wade turned around and asked, unaware of the fact that he had stopped.

"A lie that can't be proven alone won't fool me!"

"Also," said the pothole-ridden man to the lizardman with great dignity, "I'm not the kind of Shar Pei who sees a steak and rushes to fight for it." ”

"You want to lure me, don't dream!"

After saying this, Wade, who felt that his ideological realm had been raised to a certain extent, straightened his collar, as if he was not wearing a casual sportswear, but a high-end shirt with a bow tie and a handmade suit.

Sure enough, the book is not in vain, and the savings spent on knowledge are by no means wasted.

Even if the more than 700 books can't be sold, they can be left to their future children, so that they can improve their thinking literacy, so that they can further move closer to the ideological height of his beloved father.

"Can't prove it?

The hoarse and deep voice made the mocking tone deliberately created by the lizardman less obvious, but it still did not affect the shock that his next words brought to Wade: "I said, those metal cans are your payment, how effective it is, you can try it yourself!"

"They ......"

Wade pointed to the travel bag on the ground and spat out the words he was holding back his lips for a long time: "Can they restore my appearance?"

Without waiting for the lizardman to reply, he pounced on the bag, took out a can and began to pry it with the folding knife he had with him.

When not appearing as Deadpool, he never carries the two twin knives that might reveal his identity, even though everyone he's met recently seems to be well aware of the idea that Deadpool is Wade Wilson.

Although the material of the folding knife in his hand is not very good, the quality of the can is even more worrying, and it didn't take much thought to open it.

"Empty?"

I felt that it was wrong when I shook it just now, and when I opened it, the inside of the can was empty.

Wade, who didn't give up, put it upside down in his palm and slapped it a few times, and after picking it up, nothing was poured out.

"Bang-"

Throwing the empty can on the ground, Wade Wilson blurred his eyes and pulled a knife: "I've always wanted to put a belt on top of my handsome bodysuit, but I've never been willing to buy it, but it's good luck, today I can not only get a belt, but the rest of the leather may be enough for me to make two pairs of socks and underwear." ”

"I warn you, if it soaks in water for too long, it loses its activity. ”

The lizardman didn't take Wade Wilson's threat to heart, but reminded him seriously: "Each active tissue disguised as a metal shell is only enough for you to use once, don't look at a dozen, it can be used for more than half a month at most." ”

With a shake of his hand, the knife flying between his fingers almost cut his fingers, but Wade didn't care, instead leaned over and picked up the empty can from the sewage: "How does it work?"

"Rub it vigorously, and when it returns to its original shape, press it on your face. ”

Almost as soon as the lizardman's voice fell, Wade put away his folding knife and began to squeeze the empty can with his hands as hard as he could.

At first, the touch from the palm of his hand was no different from ordinary metal, and Wade almost thought that he had been deceived by that monster that was not human or lizard again.

However, as the number of kneading increases, the flat metal becomes softer and softer, and soon fades away from the matte silver and turns into a pale mud.

One by one, the granulations grew out of it, and before they had climbed very high, they collapsed as if they had lost their support, and melted back into the flesh again.

The average person may feel disgusted just by looking at it, not to mention having to rub it back and forth in their hands, and even press it on their face at the end.

But Deadpool didn't care about that, and the magic of "canned" was beyond his expectations, making him more and more convinced that the material in his hand could restore his appearance.

In this case, not to mention just pressing the special biological tissue that looks like a parasite on his face, even if he asked him to chew this little thing in a hundred bites and eat it raw, he would not hesitate at all.

"Okay?"

Wade asked, looking at the lizardman with a calm face.

"As soon as the granula comes out, it proves that it has been reactivated and can be used to restore your appearance. ”

Hearing the other party's words, Wade, who was still a little apprehensive, no longer hesitated, and directly pressed the meat puree in his hand on his face.

PS: Drinking juice at the reception banquet is just to come back and give you updates.