Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

The scene in the bar was no different from Eric's imagination, chaotic and noisy.

The smell of nicotine and alcohol mixed together, together with the smell of sweat and the vomit of a drunk, made the air in the bar extremely sour.

On the stage in the middle of the bar, several skilled women, wearing very simple clothes, danced a dance that every man liked, surrounded by a circle of muscular men, holding wine glasses and shouting to their heart's content.

"Hey, buddy, what do you want?" The bartender was used to this scene for a long time, and asked very calmly.

"Beer, count it to Wade!" The big white man seemed to have forgotten what happened just now, he took a glass of beer and sat on a side table to brag, while Wade, who came in before, sat in front of the counter and looked after himself Drinking stuffy wine, talking in his mouth, he looked very depressed.

"What about you, buddy? First time here? What do you want to drink?" The bartender leaned on the counter and looked at Eric.

Eric threw out a few Franklins at random, and the bartender's eyes suddenly glowed green, and he quickly put away Franklin, with what he thought was the kindest smile on his face, "What would you like to drink, sir?"

"I only want the best!" Eric took out another stack of Franklin and threw it on the counter, "The best whiskey, and the best mercenaries!"

"Hey! Guys! The benefactor is here!" The bartender shouted, causing a howl of wolves, and turned to pour Eric a drink.

"What's your name?"

"You can call me a mole." The bartender put down the whiskey and stretched out his hand. "Our mercenaries here are the best!"

"Yes, that's right!" "We are the best!" The audience suddenly howled again.

"Today is mine!" Eric raised his glass politely, motioned to them, and drank it down.The mercenaries howled and drank the wine in their glasses, laughing heartily.

Eric asked for a glass of whiskey again, and raised his chin to Wade who was still in a daze, "What's wrong with this guy?"

Mole shrugged and said helplessly: "This guy's name is Wade Wilson, and he was cheated on by his girlfriend."

"Oh, that's terrible!" Eric said, pushing the wine in his hand, "Wade, it seems that you need a little new motivation!"

Wade looked up at him listlessly, "You want to chase me? Or do you want me to give you a mouth?"

"Sorry, buddy, that's what he is! His mouth stinks, don't mind!" Mole hurriedly smoothed things over for Wade, lest Eric would get angry.

Can Eric know how stinky this guy's mouth is?In the Destroyer Universe, he was often disgusted by this guy's avocado-like face and stinky mouth, but he had to admit that this guy was still a good person at heart.

Eric waved his hand, expressing that he didn't mind, took out a pen, and wrote a name on the arm of the future little cheapie, "Help me find this little girl, she should be about 3 to 5 years old now."

After speaking, Eric stuffed a gold bar into Wade's jacket pocket, "This is the deposit. As long as I find it, I will give you ten times more!"

"Okay, for the sake of gold, I'll accept this task, and give me the information later." Wade buttoned his jacket pocket and regained his energy.

Mole stared straight at him, "Well, sir, let's find someone. I think I can do it too."

"Oh? Mr. Mole is also very good at finding people?" Eric looked at Mole playfully.

"Of course, I have a lot of friends!" Mole assured, patting his chest.

"Okay, then you can also help me find someone, this person's name is Ulysses Crow."

Mole's expression froze immediately, "Um, who?"

"Ulysses Crow, I know Mr. Mole can find him!"

"Well, uh, he's not easy to find." Mole swallowed hard.

Eric chuckled, and threw a gold bar at him casually, "I believe you will find a way!" After speaking, Eric stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hey, man, you haven't given me the mission information yet!" Wade stopped him.

Eric looked at him in surprise, pointed to his arm, and said, "Isn't this for you?"

"What? Just a name? Why don't you go to Gandalf or