Chapter 043: The Big Money Lord

"It's really strange, I've beaten him so much, and he's still alive?"

Wang Hai picked up a cotton handkerchief from the wine table next to him and wiped a bloody piece of blood from his fist, of course, this blood did not flow from his hand, but the sticky blood stained by punching Deadpool's jaw just now.

Since Deadpool's jaw is detached from his torso, the lower part of the mask that covers his head naturally becomes tattered.

And Wang Hai saw from that angle that the other party's upper jaw, that is, the originally missing flesh and blood under the nose, was slowly growing, recovering, and healing.

"Is it possible...... Could it be that this is the legendary self-healing ability? ”

Wang Hai looked at the bottom of Deadpool's face in disbelief, looking a little stunned for a while, after all, this was the first time he had seen such a perverted ability with his own eyes.

Under Wang Hai's stunned expression, in less than half a minute, Deadpool's jaw grew back again, and a row of intact teeth neatly embedded in the bright red gums, in the mouth.

However, what intrigued him was that the skin of the other party's chin was covered with ugly scars, and it looked as if he had been abused by a cruel living barbecue.

In fact, he didn't know that while Deadpool had the three benefits of strengthening his physique, self-healing ability, and eliminating cancer cells, he also suffered from the strong side effects of disfigurement all over his body, and although the flesh and bones of his body could heal themselves repeatedly, he still couldn't get rid of these erosive scars.

"Hey! See? You can't kill me! ”

Deadpool picks up two Erdman Katanas that have fallen to the ground and inserts them into the scabbards on his back.

This means that he doesn't want to fight anymore, but in fact, he feels that he can't beat the black skeleton, so he doesn't want to continue to entangle, although he can't die, but the pain nerves are still very sensitive, and every punch of the black skeleton is like a missile that is enough to bring him great pain, and if he continues to fight, he will really become a masochist.

"Terrible black skeleton guy, I admit I can't beat you, but can't you kill me either? So I think we'd better hug and reconcile! ”

As he spoke, Deadpool cheekily walked towards Wang Hai, and opened his arms as he walked, intending to give Wang Hai a big hug.

At that moment, the bar's translucent glass door squeaked open from the outside in.

In a moment, the surroundings became silent, so quiet that people couldn't help but feel creepy.

The visitor was a middle-aged fat man of about fifty years of age, dressed in an expensive suit and dark blue tie, with a meaty face and sharp eyes.

On his left and right, there were also two strong men in black with a height of two meters and a burly physique, who undoubtedly belonged to the role of bodyguards.

After Wang Hai saw him, the first thing that came to mind was negative words such as "profiteer", "drug dealer", "gang leader" and so on.

This shows that in Wang Hai's first impression, the other party is not a good stubble.

"Deadpool, Black Skull, one is the battle-hardened king of mercenaries in New York, the other is a superhero who defeated Doctor Octopus, it's a great honor to see both of you at the same time!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged fat man had already come to the two of them, and stretched out his fat right hand to the two of them in turn, "James Black, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

Deadpool was amused and happily shook Blake's hand.

As for Wang Hai, after hesitating for a few seconds, he also shook hands with the other party.

Originally, Wang Hai disdained to associate with this kind of person, but considering that the main purpose of coming to the death bar tonight was to take on mercenary missions and make a lot of money, and Blake was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he was wearing a world-class craft watch worth about 500,000 US dollars on his wrist, he knew at a glance that he was a master with huge wealth, and he obviously came here to spend a high price to hire the elite of the elite to complete tricky tasks for him, or directly become his full-time bodyguard.

At least for now, that's what Wang Hai speculated.

"Dear Mr. Black, are you here to find me Deadpool on a mission for you?" Deadpool's mood was a little excited, and piles of green bills suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his tone of voice was quite flattering.

"Of course, if you will." Blake replied, a faint smile on his face.

"Oh! That's great! Deadpool jumped excitedly, spun around in a circle, and asked again at Blake expectantly, "What mission?" How much is the commission? ”

"As for the content of the mission, please listen to me slowly. Just a few months ago, I bought a private island in the western Atlantic Ocean from the federal government, but I recently landed on the island to find that a cave on the island actually hides a tyrant dragon recorded in Norse mythology. The Tyrant Dragon is cruel by nature and is adept at burning living beings with flames, and is a symbol of the evil dragons. I sent an armed force of fifty men into the cavern to hunt down the Tyrant Dragon, only to be wiped out in just ten minutes. So, I'm here tonight to find you, and this superhero Black Skull next to you, so that the best of you two elites can join forces to destroy the Tyrant Dragon. ”

"The tyrant dragon of Norse mythology? Mr. Black, are you sure you're not joking? ”

When Deadpool heard the shocking news, he immediately felt a little incredulous.

"Mr. Deadpool, I swear in God's name that I didn't lie to you."

Seeing that Deadpool doubted the authenticity of the matter, Blake immediately gave a guarantee.

"If you do encounter the Tyrant Dragon, why don't you notify the army to hunt it down? The army has air fighters, naval fleets, intelligent missiles and other weapons of mass destruction, and with their power, it should not be difficult to eliminate an old antique tyrant dragon! ”

Wang Hai, who was on the side, expressed his opinion.

"That's true, but Mr. Black Skull, you see, that private island cost me $300 million to buy, and if it was blown up beyond recognition by the army's missiles, wouldn't it mean that all my dollars would be lost? Furthermore, if the army had not succeeded in killing the Tyrant Dragon, but had only succeeded in blowing up its cavern lair, where would it go? ”

"The city, it's a densely populated city! Once the Tyrant Dragon descends on New York, the consequences must be unimaginable. The terrifying Tyrant Dragon may have been able to cause the explosion or collapse of a house with a simple burst of flame, resulting in the direct or indirect casualties of hundreds of citizens. This is a huge risk and responsibility that I cannot afford. ”

"Therefore, I have to ask you two masters to help me complete the task."