Chapter 2037: Business
"Tons, tons...ah!"
Wade raised his head and drank a bottle of beer in his hand, beckoned to the weasel, motioned for another bottle.
The past few months have been really good. I became a mercenary. Although the first mission had some twists and turns, but after all there was no problem. Then I got better, doing missions time and time again to make quick money. The chic life that wine is drunk now.
During this time, he was very diligent and made tens of thousands of dollars, but the deposit still didn't exist.
All his money is used to fund the misstepped girl in the bar. The others are good-looking, generous in their shots, and they can tell very cheap jokes. The girls love him and call him "Big Fish".
In addition to many prostitutes, he also made many new friends.
For example, the man wearing a prajna mask and drinking with a straw is a good knife man. He has a special ability to hear the sound of muscle fibers being cut by a sharp blade. This makes his hand hold sushi. That's a must.
aware that Wade is watching him, the Japanese man also nodded at him politely. After all, being a mercenary is only a part-time job. His job is to run a sushi restaurant. The mercenaries are rich, so it is much easier to solicit customers here.
The old man who bowed his head and dozed off by the wall, 77 years old this year, is one of the legends on the road. If he hadn't had Parkinson and Alzheimer's and had to go out in a wheelchair and holding a urine bag, he would have been very smart.
Wade grinned a little disgustingly when he watched the old man's trembling left hand holding a beer glass, but pushing the urine bag in his right hand to his mouth.
There is also the black beauty at the end of the bar, code-named ‘Ebony Widow’. She was once the ace agent of Nigeria, the largest African country, and became a mercenary here in pursuit of the American dream.
It's just that she seems to be dead now, yes, she is not mistaken, she sits there stiff muscles and bleeding, she has died in the confusion of the lights.
Wade sighed. He had told her a long time ago that her code name would cause trouble. The genuine black widow is an S.H.I.E.L.D. Assassin. How can you, a foreigner, fight such a big organization?
In order to mourn for his colleagues, and to show the black widow who might still be lurking there, Wade picked up the bottle and took another sip of wine.
He doesn't know what the names of these new friends are, but are the names of mercenaries important?
The code name when entering the industry is often the thing that accompanies a lifetime.
Wade doesn’t have a code name yet. He didn’t think about it. He has been vacillating between'Handsome Wade' and'Beautiful Wilson', because he felt that these short words were not enough to describe his excellence, but if the code name is too long, How do customers remember?
An example is the guy holding the mop next to the vending machine to clean up the vomit. He is actually a mercenary, and his codename is'The hunter summoned by the fox because the monkey ate its grapes and didn't scream with anger on the grape skins. '.
As a person, Wade appreciates his creativity and artistic spirit.
But this code name is too hard to remember! This also caused this guy to be unable to take orders at all, and his days were poor. He even had to clean the bar to pay off his debts while drinking, and his head was bald.
"Mr. Wilson, how are you thinking about it?"
Speaking of baldness, the man with hair loss sitting next to him smiled and asked him. This man wore a white shirt and black suit. The light above the stage was reflected at the forehead.
Dazed Wade returned to his senses, he blinked his eyes: "Huh? What are you talking about?"
The other party seems to have a good temper. Even though the mercenary in front of him is obviously completely distracted, he has no objection, but simply repeats his commission:
"The new pony our boss bought was snatched away. If you can get it back, it will cost ten thousand dollars."
"Too foolish, don't think I don't know how to do it. Any pony worthy of mercenary snatching must be a horse racing level. It is a million-dollar goods, or your boss’s horse is a rainbow pony toy. ?"
Wade heard that there was a slight change in the commission, but the price may be discussed again. He accepted the contract that the other party pushed from the bar. After the contract was lost when he entered the trade, he went to a training class and studied the contract carefully. law:
"Oh, your boss is an Arab. It is the custom of the Middle East to treat wives and concubines as donkeys and horses. Well, people are worthless. That 10,000 dollars is a fair price, but why is it me?"
"Of course it's because your evaluation is very good." The middle-aged man took out his phone and clicked on an app called'Mercenary Review.' I have given you five-star praise and praised your ability."
Of course, there are some bad reviews, but it is only a small part, which is obviously not in the way.
It’s worth noting that those who give good comments are often anonymous female clients, claiming that ‘additional services’ are worth the money.
"There is this kind of thing?" Wade grabbed the phone and looked at it, and gradually a wretched smile appeared on his face: "This software...not bad."
The other party took back the phone, and raised the contract again and shook it to the mercenary: "Ah, that's the case, do you think about it now?"
"He won't pick me up!"
Just when Wade was about to pretend to take a look to see if he could raise the price, he suddenly stretched out a big hand behind him and took away the stack of contracts.
turned his head and saw that it was a masked man who was more than two meters tall and dressed like a Mexican wrestler.
This is to grab business. Mercenaries are like taxi drivers sometimes, and the competition is fierce.
‘In the case of the only mission goal, even an open mission will eventually have one winner, unless there is a man and a woman, or a pair of gays, or two robots, or...’
‘No! ’
Wade shook his head, his thoughts were running too far, there are still people choking here, why do you think of all kinds of exceptions?
It seems that I am too smart, my mind is too active!
"Brother, people are looking for me to talk about business. It's not good for you." Wade sneered and stood up from the bar stool, cocked his feet, drew a .22 small pistol from his shoes, and snapped. Shot on the bar.
The surrounding atmosphere has become heavy~www.NovelMTL.com~ The weasel in the bar secretly dumped an ice bucket, buckled the bucket on his head like a helmet, and shrank into a corner.
Sister Margaret’s bar is forbidden to kill, but to put it another way, it’s okay as long as it doesn’t kill anyone.
Even if you can’t live with someone, cut the other person into a skeleton with a thousand swords, but if the skeleton still breathes before being taken out of the bar, that’s not a problem.
As for cutting off the limbs, cutting the abdomen to remove the organs, breaking the bones of the whole body and causing high paraplegia, etc., it is a bit too trivial to say that these are medium meanings, and you can do it here.
The mercenaries ate a bowl of rice with blood licking from the blade.
Wade shot a pistol, just to deter such rash guys like the other party. Times have changed. Big size and strength are mostly useless. He has a gun!
However, the other party looked at the lady's small pistol, and a contemptuous smile appeared under the bells and whistles of the Mexican wrestling mask. With his backhand, he took an M40 grenade launcher from his back and shot it on the bar with a ‘boom’.
The gap between the small pistol and the launcher is simply indescribable. While holding the contract, the opponent raised his chin and looked at the short Wade with his nostrils.
The blonde mercenary's apple shook up and down, and he swallowed.
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