"I'm not short of money!"

Wade's words were very decisive, and the man with a huge sum of $40 was so confident.

"Did I say I'm going to give you money?"

The lizardman interrupted the other's unrealistic delusions in a muffled voice, his dim vertical pupils surveying back and forth over the potted face.

"Then there's nothing to talk about!"

Giving the other a flying kiss, Wade swaggered away, and though he looked unguarded, the lizardman's excellent eyesight could easily see that his exposed muscles were tense.

In the middle of jumping, Wade suddenly turned around and looked at the lizardman who was still standing in place, and saw that the other party did not follow the posture, so he slightly lowered his guard in his heart.

He wasn't afraid of the other party's attack on him, but he was worried that he was stalking him and causing Vanessa a crisis.

"Maybe it's time to live in a different place!"

Wade, who turned around again, secretly calculated in his heart that the strange guys who came to the door one after another had already made him have plans to move.

If he were alone, it would be a perfect fit to live in such a chaotic realm.

But now that he has decided to bring Vanessa a stable life, this kind of environment next to thugs and perverts is not suitable.

However, moving is not something that can be done just by thinking about it.

The rich neighborhoods are safe and quiet, and there are few perverts, but the requirements for living in them are also high, and money is one thing, and the mutant census research and household registration that are often carried out are the ones that scratch his head the most.

If it is just registered and filed, it is not unacceptable for the sake of his lover Wade, what he is really afraid of is that when he registers his identity, he is involved in the old experimental case that directly caused the mutant riot.

You know, the general who presided over the experiment at that time was stabbed into a shower with a double knife by a mysterious person who didn't know where he came from, and the bloody body made many mutants who heard the news applaud.

The other party really deserves to die, and he is also a victim.

But so what?

Wade Wilson would never be naïve enough to believe that the U.S. government would be on his side when the truth was revealed.

"Are you willing to live with this face for the rest of your life?"

Looking at Wade, who was getting farther and farther away from him, the lizardman threw out the hole card of the kill.

"You...... What do you mean?"

Wade stopped, turned and stared motionlessly at the monster in the distance.

"Help me complete this commission, and I can restore your appearance!"

The lizardman spoke more bluntly, as cold as ever, as if he were referring to some trivial matter.

"What do you mean...... Is it true?"

Wade, who had dreamed of turning this damn face back into the way it used to be, spoke with a trill, and the last time he was so nervous, he was standing in front of Vanessa with a poster of a star.

What he got that time was good news, his lover did not abandon him, and the words "It's the same when the lights are turned off" made him still warm in his chest when he remembered it.

"That's right!"

It was still stiff, but Wade sounded like heaven.

Subconsciously pinched his earlobe with his fingernails, and the tingling sensation put him at ease.

His ears were fine, and the other party did make a promise to restore his appearance, not a hallucination caused by the number of physiological health textbooks in his living room.

However, the excitement did not last long, and Wade regained his composure under the influence of his gradually recovering sanity.

Anyone will say big things, how many can really be realized?

He also pressed the group of guys who had lost their conscience, but the other party admitted that this was a gene loss caused by his mutant genes and mutations, and it was no less difficult to recover than to return to heaven and reincarnate as an angel after death.

He had inquired about it later, and knew that the trash's dying taunts weren't wrong, but in that case, where did the hulk who seemed to have crossed some kind of oviparous lepidtous with his confidence?

"It's not that I don't believe you, or I'm a little curious," Wade reached out to soothe him, hiding all his distractions under his inappropriate behavior, "My case is a gene loss, are you sure you can solve this problem?"

"Ahem-poof-"

The lizardman coughed up thick phlegm, and the slight incongruity in his body made him writhe.

These were minor flaws in the process of biological transformation, and although they were harmless, they still made him a little more careful and wary of the knowledge he inherited from Mondo.

Mondo's inherited experience and knowledge are mostly rough and extremely practical, which is somewhat similar to the way Jinx made weapons.

That's right, weapons.

Mondo's bio-modification technology has always served the development of biological weapons, whether it is used on others or himself, and it is no wonder that Ivan's predecessor, who was enthusiastic about transforming himself, changed the quantifier to "one" to describe himself from "one".

"I can't solve the genetic deletion, but I can restore your appearance, and the two are not in conflict. ”

The lizardman, who suppressed his throat and felt much better, answered Wade's doubts, and fortunately there was a statue that could almost isolate some of the strange sensations transmitted from his body, otherwise it would never be so easy for Ivan to manipulate this "fake body".

Wade fell silent, a twinkling of color in his lowly eyes.

The other party behaved like a liar, and if possible, he would definitely rush over and screw off his head and put it in a shoebox to give Vanessa a gift on Halloween.

However, he was not impulsive, but hesitated like himself who loved blind waves.

He was afraid, not of the strength of the lizardmen, but of the fact that the promise made by the other party could indeed be fulfilled, and if he didn't seize this opportunity, he might be able to live with this disgusting face for the rest of his life.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed, and he couldn't stop laughing.

The lizardman ignored him, still giving him a cold look.

In fact, with the stiff muscles of Evan's "fake body", it is impossible to make any vivid expressions.

"What do you want me to do?"

Wade, who had stopped for a long time, gasped and said, his loose tone indicating that he already had plans to take over the commission.

Obviously, Mr. Deadpool, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, does not dare to gamble on this matter.

It was the closest he had ever been to hope, closer than the last time he watched the researcher running the experiment and the damn mastermind kneel in front of him.

He would rather complete the commission and ask for a salary with two knives, or cut a crook who looks like a pear crocodile in the skin of a toad into ten or eight pieces, rather than lose this possibility of restoring his appearance, even if it only exists in the mouth of the other party.

The lizardman didn't speak, his tail hooked up the travel bag behind him, and flung it towards Wade's location: "Open it!"

The big stab pulled the travel bag open, and Wade Wilson didn't care about the danger inside.

Ever since he was nailed to the ground by a steel bar that pierced his heart, and then he was forced to grind himself off the top by the strength of his waist and hips, he no longer knew what the word "life and death crisis" meant.

PS: The water pipe let me use a pipe wrench to screw it, today I will change it first, sorry sorry.

There are a lot of interesting buddies here.,Fortunately, there's no guy who added my Q.,I'm still the same sentence.,It's good to get together and disperse.,There are so many gods outside.,Why bother me with such a little street.。

Finally, thank you for your support, your support is my driving force.