Chapter 947 - Code Name Deadpool

Chapter 947: Code Name Deadpool

"Please state the user's code name." The woman's voice continued.

Wade murmured, "What the hell?"

Box: "Code name error."

Wade said helplessly, "Handsome Wade."

Box: "Code name error."

Wade: "Okay, the strongest Wade?"

Box: "Code name error."

Wade: "Huh? That's my code name. Are you crazy? Wait, is the person who set you up crazy?"

Box: "Code name error."

Wade scratched his head. "Did that guy eavesdrop on my private life with Vanessa?"

Box: "Code name error."

Wade: "…Baby? Not this. Sweetheart? Not this. Ah, it must be this. Open — Tiny Tim!"

Box: "Code name error."

Wade was desperate. "Don't I know what to call myself? Can you give me a hint?"

Box: "The code name is related to the location where you accepted the mission."

Wade pondered for a moment. It probably wasn't Vanessa's place, so he said, "…Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children?"

Box: "Code name error."

Wade tried for a few minutes, and even gave the wretched name, Weasel, but it was still "Code name error."

He angrily threw the box away. "Are you crazy? Do you have to do this?"

If Luke were here, he would've laughed without saying anything. Serves you right, who told you to fool me with fake information?

In short, he was playing with Wade.

In fact, as long as Wade said that he wanted to open the box, it would automatically open in an hour.

There was also a code name, but it was a random name of something which Luke had seen in Weasel's bar.

Furious for a moment, Wade simply looked at his pile of money and then stuffed it back into the box.

Vanessa might be back in half an hour. He didn't want her to see so much money.

It wasn't that he was afraid that she would be blinded by the money, but that he didn't want her to ask him how he got it.

At the very least, he didn't want her to know about the remaining 2.5 million before he completed the mission tonight.

She would definitely make him give up this suicidal mission.

Who would pay five million dollars if it wasn't a suicidal mission?

Reveling in the pleasure of moving the money, he mumbled, "With so much money, I have to survive tonight. I can't have Vanessa changing husbands. Also, I can't let that guy pushing me down in the Dead Pool win."

"Deadpool! Correct code name." A gentle female voice suddenly rang out from the box next to him, and the lid slowly opened.

Wade was stunned. "Huh? Since when did I have such a stupid code name? You might as well call me Tiny Tim!"

The moment he said that, he was stumped. "Hm, I think… the code name sounds nice. Can I use it in the future?"

Very soon, his attention was drawn to the equipment in the box, and he stopped thinking about the new code name.

After he put on the smiling face mask, he heard a dull male voice. "User detected. Identification verified. Welcome, Deadpool."

Wade: "…Fine, call me whatever you want."

"You have a new mission. Please check it immediately and look at the details of the mission as soon as possible." The electronic voice rang out.

Wade was unhappy. "Hey, what the hell is that sound? Can't you change it?"

"All system functions are activated after the user receives and completely understands the mission," was the electronic reply.

Wade readily agreed. "Okay, where do I see that lousy mission? Hurry up."

In less than four minutes, the details of the mission were explained.

Wade was stunned. "Wait, wait, what did you just say?"

The electronic voice: "The user requested to speed up the explanation of the details of the mission, so eight times the speed was used."

Wade: "F*ck you! Did I say eight times the speed? Hm, what's eight times the speed?"

Twenty minutes later, he finally figured out the details of the mission.

Looking at the information and images projected on the lenses, he was shocked and couldn't help but say, "Holy sh*t! So, this is how a mission is arranged. I'm going to do the same in the future…"

He suddenly stopped talking.

He probably couldn't afford the equipment, let alone plan an operation like this.

If it was a regular army, this would be the staff officers' job.

The details of the mission included the location of the operation tonight and pertinent information such as transportation, personnel, and terrain.

Secondly, he could choose his route tonight.

Wade was still a little worried. He asked the awful electronic voice if he could rearrange the route, and the answer was yes.

In the end, less than ten minutes after he made a few requests, a new operation route was set up which basically fulfilled his initial ideas.

"With this thing, many junior staff officers would be fired, right?" Wade couldn't help but mutter.

Suddenly, he heard someone climbing the stairs through his earpiece.

Wade didn't even need to think to know that Vanessa was back.

"Sh*t!" He cursed and quickly moved his hands and feet.

Ten seconds later, the door opened, and Vanessa walked in.

She looked at Wade, who had his head covered as he lay asleep on the other side of the bed, and shouted angrily, "Didn't you say you had something to do today? It's almost eleven. Get up quickly and come eat."

She then carried the things into the kitchen.

Wade struggled to pull off the hood and cursed in a low voice. "This is too hard to take off. Why are you so tight?"

Five minutes later, Vanessa came out of the kitchen and saw a certain someone in shorts holding two big black boxes, as if he wanted to take them out of the corner.

She couldn't help but put her hand to her forehead. "Are you a kid? It's not Christmas today. Do you have to take a look at them when you get up?"

"Yes, sir!" Wade stuffed the two boxes in one corner of the living room and saluted her.

In fact, he hadn't been taking the boxes out, but putting them back.

It was fine if Vanessa misunderstood.

…

On this side, Wade was busy counting money, accompanying his future wife in detective roleplay, counting money again, playing with the equipment, and having breakfast that was now lunch.

On the other side, Luke and Selina were already busy.

V was going to make big news tonight.

The news might not be on TV, but it would spread far and wide underground.

There were a lot of things to consider, and Luke had to make arrangements in advance so that he could spend more time dealing with unexpected situations.

However, since he had found Wade, the "strongest person" who didn't care about money or life, Luke's plan was much less dangerous than before.

He expected that his revenue would be even higher than before.