American comic world demon hunter

In Hell's Kitchen, New York City, in a bar called the Windmill of Death, a handsome young man with an unruly expression walked into the bar.

"Wade, it seems your business is good, so can you pay me back the eight thousand dollars you owe me?"

"Shit, can't you see clearly the painful expression on my face as if my wife is cheating on me? I'm so painful that I can't even wipe the shit out of the corners of my fucking eyes. My business is a complete mess. I'll pay you back whatever I owe you. Now give me a glass of tears, the kind with added spices."

The guy named Wade sat on the bar swaggeringly, and the bartender in front of him looked at him helplessly.

"Your list has been saved for two years. What should I say, congratulations on your not drinking too much in the past two years."

"Maybe I should really get drunk. I always feel like I'm so unlucky lately. Damn it, the damn demon hunter ruined my business."

"what"

Wade's complaint stunned the bartender.

"What does your business have to do with that non-mainstream superhero? I'm afraid your own gun is rusty."

"Haha, fart, my gun is strong. Even across the bar, my gun can shoot directly into your anus."

"So, please explain why. After all, there are not many people who come to drink during the day, especially if you have such a story on your face, even fewer people come to drink."

As the bartender spoke, he threw the wine Wade asked for on the bar. Wade picked up the wine in a blink of an eye and drank it all in one gulp. He had to admit that his speed was really too fast, oh, not the speed at which he drank. , but refers to the speed at which he reaches out his hand

"The order I took from you the day before yesterday was for two hundred thousand, remember it."

"Well, I remember your target is a businessman. It's easy to die, isn't it?"

"Indeed, asking me to do such a thing was as easy as asking me to reach under my butt and scratch it. It only took me one day to do it. Seriously, I took advantage of the Hulk in blue pants last night while he was wreaking havoc. , I easily stabbed my gun into the fat man’s belly, boom, I’ve completed my mission.”

"so what"

"Damn, who knows what kind of Alzheimer's disease the demon hunter has. He resurrected my target with a magic. He ran to Italy overnight just after he was resurrected. I only just found out about this news. My money is gone."

Wade said this and dropped the cup to the ground. He listened to the sound of the cup breaking and clapped his hands with satisfaction.

"Look, proper venting really helps to improve my mood. I feel like I'm having a fucking blast right now."

"So, your cocktail is twelve fast and your cup is seventy. I've recorded it for you, asshole."

"Remember, I will pay it back in my lifetime."

"Hurry up as much as possible, Wade, I always feel that you are going to die recently"

"I've heard too many curses like this. Let's find new ways to collect debts, weasel."

Wade laughed disdainfully. He casually took the other glass of wine handed over by Weasel and drank it all in one gulp. This was always his style.

After drinking the glass of wine, Wade placed the glass on the bar. His expression became slightly more serious. Although the corners of his mouth were still sneering, he looked at least more serious than before.

"Weasel, we are brothers, right?"

"Go away, I'm not worthy of being your brother. The deaths of your brothers were more miserable than the last."

"At least you're still fucking alive, so tell me if there's any news about the person I'm looking for. I know you're the most informed."

"You mean your half brother, seriously, I almost checked and he completely disappeared, if I were you I would prepare a bouquet of flowers for your cheap brother, maybe that would make He'll be more comfortable in hell."

"Shit, my mother told me before she died that I must take good care of my thirty-year-old brother who still wears crotchless pants. My gun hasn't touched his little butt yet, but you told me that he is finished. "

"I'm so happy for your brother. He died at the right time. Give up, Wade."

"Okay, okay, God, that son of a bitch keeps messing up my life, I"

"Wade Wilson"

Wade's words were interrupted, and the door opened. The person who had just walked into the bar was a tall man, almost over 1.9 meters tall. He had short hair, a thick beard, and the words in his mouth The canine teeth are extremely sharp and sharp, which makes his smile look extremely dangerous.

"It seems that you are living a good life. Maybe you have forgotten me a long time ago, but now, I want to tell you that we need you."

The man walked gently behind Wade, and slowly put his hand on the bar of the bar. Weasel saw that this man's nails were extremely sharp and sharp. The nails slid slowly on the bar, and a harsh sound suddenly sounded. , leaving long claw marks on the bar

Wade took a sip of wine without looking back. After he drank it all, he reached for the wine bottle and poured himself another glass. He drank it all again, and then he gently placed the wine glass on the bar.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, long time no see, cute little tiger, I remember I reminded you to trim your nails often. Look at you now, your nails are covered with dirt, but this is also your style. Dirty Executioner, Immortal Victor"

"Ha ha"

The tall man laughed fiercely and said while laughing.

"You still have such a mean mouth. It's a pity that Logan is not here, otherwise he will definitely poke three holes in your mouth."

"Logan, Logan, Logan, I really envy him. He actually has a half-brother who is as bastard as you. If my half-brother is as damnable as you, I will show no mercy." I poked two holes in his butt, do you want to try it for my brother?"

"You look like you like other people's butts."

"Especially yours. It's so round and beautiful, son of a bitch."

Wade suddenly pulled out his two guns from his legs. He shot Victor's head hard three times in a row. Then he quickly reached his hands behind his back, and the two samurai swords were unsheathed in an instant. He crossed the sharp blades and placed them on Victor's neck. With a scrape, Victor's head fell off.

"Weasel, go quickly"

Faced with such a result, Wade instead of being overjoyed, instead grabbed the weasel across the bar. His long-trained arm strength allowed him to carry the weasel and run away. He dragged the weasel out of the bar until Wade rushed After getting into his old Wrangler, Wade breathed a sigh of relief.

"Life is fucking bullshit, weasel. Maybe I can't pay you back. I'm in big trouble, big trouble."

"Are you telling me that you just broke a bastard's jaw in front of the camera in my bar and cut off his head by the way?"

"Shit, it would be great if that little son of a bitch could die so easily, but now, we must find a place to take a bath."

"Haha, it looks like things are not as troublesome as you said. You are still in the mood to take a shower. Maybe I can find you a Russian prostitute, but you have to fix my bar for that bastard you hacked to death."

"Haha, Weasel, I feel relieved that you are such an idiot. This way, when I push you out as a shield, I will feel less guilty and look in the rearview mirror."

Wade loudly reminded Weasel to look in the rearview mirror. Weasel looked over with confusion. Damn it, the guy whose head had been chopped off just now was actually on all fours chasing Wade's car.

"Damn, damn, damn, what the hell did you mess with? Put me down. He came to find you. Don't take me with you."

Looking at the guy behind the car who was running like a tiger, Weasel's heartbeat instantly soared to 180 miles. Wade was like shit. He obviously shouldn't be involved in such danger. He was just a fucking tourist. And the intelligence dealer, he is not a mercenary

Unfortunately, it was useless for him to say anything now. Wade's car kept accelerating, and the bumper car driver's license allowed Wade to successfully find countless shortcuts in the crowded New York traffic. Victor chased for half a minute, and was finally dumped by Wade. Lost

"Weasel, my dear brother, quickly tell me where your safe house is. I have to go there and hide for a while. In return, we can take a bath together,"

"Shit, you absolutely don't want to know about my safe house. Even my mother doesn't know about it. I, oh, oh, I know, I said, I will say anything, let go."

"great"

The moment Wade heard the weasel's rejection, his right hand instantly reached out to the weasel's crotch. When he grasped the large ball of soft flesh and kneaded it fiercely, the weasel's wailing sound was instantly distorted.

"No. 14, Unit 11, Amber Street, shit, let go, let go, you bastard, my balls are going to break."

"Call daddy, honey"

"Daddy, Daddy"

"Good boy, your big bird is developing well. It's only half a meter shorter than me. I'm really proud of you, baby."

Wade quickly changed the direction of the car, and in less than five minutes they arrived at the weasel's safe house. Wade rushed into the bathroom with the weasel in one hand. He immediately stripped off all his clothes, and casually stripped off the weasel. of

"Victor is a very powerful mutant. His sense of smell is the same as that of a dog, and his claws are the same as those of a cat. They are extremely strong. If we don't wash away the smell on our bodies, he will follow the smell and find me."

"Damn, it's a dog and a cat. I really don't know how I should be scared."

"Anyway, just wash up quickly. Hey, do you want dad to help you apply shower gel?"

While Wade poured a lot of shower gel on his body, he stretched out his hand and patted Weasel's butt. His action made Weasel cover his three points tightly.

"Son of a bitch Wade, you got hard after taking a fucking bath."

"Haha, when I get nervous, my big bird gets congested easily."

As he spoke, he vigorously moved his waist. His movement caused the weasel to kick him hard.

"Your feet are too slow. I really don't know how you can kick like this old lady, but daddy has finished washing, where are the clothes?"

"No clothes, I have no clothes here, there is nothing here"

"shit"

Wade cursed depressedly. He picked up the towel and wrapped it around his waist. Then, he quickly pulled the naked weasel and rushed out of the safe house.

"Follow my steps, I shout one or two, cover the big bird when counting one, cover the anus when counting two, don't be shy"

Wade ran to the nearest taxi, pulling the Weasel behind him who was almost collapsed. The countless people around him looked at them like they were looking at fools, which made Weasel collapse and want to die.

"Do we have to run naked? Why is there no other way?"

"There's a taxi right away, honey."

While answering Weasel's words, Wade reached out and stopped a taxi. Originally, the car was unwilling to stop for Wade, but Wade blocked the car with his body.

"Are you two gays drunk or high? Get out of my car."

The driver was yelling curses, and amidst the curses, Wade got into his car with Weasel.

"Hey, hey, keep your mouth clean, young man. The gun under my towel is no joke."

"Shit, get off my ass, what are you two thinking?"

The driver looked devastated as he watched the cheap man in front of him actually pull out a pistol from his crotch. Wade put the pistol against the driver's chin.

"We're not going anywhere, take off your clothes, bitch"

"I'm not gay, and I'm not pretty, either."

"off"

Wade instantly punched the driver in the face. Half a minute later, Wade kicked the driver out of the taxi with no underwear left. He still held an unloaded pistol in his hand.

In the taxi, Wade, who had just put on his T-shirt, instantly started the car. He stepped on the accelerator and drove wildly. In the process, he was slowly putting on his pants.

"Shit, Wade, where are mine? Where are my clothes?"

"There's one pair of underwear left here."

Wade heard Weasel's words and casually picked up the driver's underwear. He even brought the underwear to his nose and smelled it.

"Oh, Shet, it tastes really good, let's take it and make a living."

Wade casually threw these underwear on the weasel's face in the back seat.