Seeing Wade's terrifyingly disfigured face, Weasel gave up on the idea of persuasion.
'His face is' Thinking about Wade's face, Weasel suddenly looked at Derrick.
"Wade, didn't you say that the two of you have the sa abilities? Why didn't his face change?" After the two arrived, Wade told Weasel everything, including his and Derrick's Ability.
Wade thought that Derrick had a genetic mutation just like himself.
In this regard, Derrick explained while drinking water, "The cancer cells in Wade's body have not been completely eliminated, they are just not as fast as the healing cells in his body, so, he beca how he is now." "Poor Wade, I can understand you, really, after all, you look like a hybrid mutant avocado ghost." Weasel said.
His words not only failed to comfort Wade but aroused Wade's anger even more.
Wade slamd the table and stood up imdiately, "I changed my mind. Before eting Vanessa, I have to find that damn concrete and force him to fix my face. I will then return everything to him without reservation, finally use a gun to put a hole in his head and use his head as a shitting cup for the dogs in the motherfuckin future!"
Weasel said, "Sorry, I didn't want to know about that at all and I don't want to imagine that picture either."
"But, that Francis guy you just ntioned. He doesn't know you're both alive, does he?"
"Yes, he should think we are dead." Derrick nodded.
At that ti, Derrick had heard what Francis said before he left with Angel.
According to Francis, Wade and Derrick already died in the fire.
"As a friendly reminder, if you want to find trouble with Francis, rember to disguise yourself. Wear a mask or sothing... Wade, I'm not targeting you, it's just that your current appearance is It's easy to recognize."
Wade was not angry, but nodded in agreent, "You are right, I want to give myself a stage na too. A code na similar to Captain Arica. Captain Wade? What do you think?"
"Yeah, definitely no. It's bad, we need to think about sothing else."
"Let's just na you Deadpool," Derrick said as he pointed to the blackboard above the bar.
There are many nas and bets on the blackboard. This was the characteristic gaplay of this rcenary bar. The ga was very simple. It is to bet on which rcenary will die within a certain period of ti and the person who wins the bet will get double the money.
Hearing the na, Wade's eyes lit up.
"Deadpool? That na sounds good. Okay, I'll be Deadpool from now on."
Derrick asked curiously. "It's just that, how will you find Francis? Now that he has run away and the clues from the research institute have been burned, there shouldn't be any traces of him left."
"How do you think I got into that lab before?" Wade asked.
He already had the ans to et Francis again.
"They need a large number of experintal subjects but they are also afraid of attracting the attention of the governnt, so their recruitnt is carried out in secret. As long as I follow a few clues, sooner or later, I will be able to find the exact identity and location of Francis." Wade answered while sipping on his wine.
"Okay, then all the best to you. Call when you need help, I will co for sure."
Derrick did offer to help but Wade had no intention of asking Derrick to join.
Although Derrick also had the super healing ability, in terms of other strengths, Derrick was lacking. He had almost no combat ability.
As an elite rcenary, Wade doesn't need the help of Derrick, a novice.
Therefore, the two of them did not talk about it much.
As for Derrick, he has more important issues to resolve than taking revenge on Francis.
That is, he needed so kind of legal docunt or so identity proof on him.
It would be a problem for him, especially in the country of Arica where police officers often ask people to show their identity proofs. Under such circumstances, it may be a luxury for Derrick to live a normal life in the coming tis.
Therefore, Derrick urgently needs so kind of legal identification or maybe, a forged identity.
As for what to do...
Derrick rubbed his chin and turned his gaze to look at Weasel. He suddenly had an idea when he looked at Weasel's face.
'I...don't feel very good.' Weasel said in his mind when he noticed Derrick's gaze.
"I heard that you are recruiting rcenaries here. Do you think I am suitable for it by any chance?" Derrick asked as he put down the bottle of water.
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