Chapter 1198 It's a Waste Not to Shoot Horror Movies

When the two quarreled, Luke watched with interest, took off the Zorro hat with one hand and put it on the bar, and took the beer bottle on the table with the other, bringing the mouth of the bottle to his mouth.

The two people who had been arguing very deeply, their mouths were still moving, but their eyes involuntarily glanced over.

With a slight click, the smiling face mask opened left and right, retracting the neckline of the battle uniform behind him, revealing the face of a middle-aged white man.

The noise of the two stopped, and both looked at the face with piercing eyes.

Gollum.

Luke took a sip of beer unhurriedly: "Why don't you make noise?"

Saying that, he took out an unopened bag of potato chips from the bar and looked at it, it tasted like milk chocolate.

Pulling off a piece and stuffing it into his mouth, the potato chips were chewed up and squeaked: "Well, except for a little sweetness, everything else is ok."

The Wadewisso duo next to them were stunned.

After a while, Wade said, "You must be a fake V."

"Huh?" Luke's mouth was busy, but he cast doubtful eyes with his eyes.

Wade: "How could V be eating chips and beer? Shouldn't you be like those English gentlemen, drinking Lipton tea and eating bear biscuits?"

Luke slowly took another piece of potato chips in his hand, still speaking in that authentic British London accent: "I can understand bear biscuits, but is Lipton black tea that kind of convenient tea bag?"

Wade: "Yeah."

Luke: "I haven't had one. In fact, I prefer to drink it"

Wei Suo's chin was about to hit the bar: Wait, are you sick, or is there something wrong with my worldview?

What the hell is Lipton Black Tea + Bear Biscuits + English Lord?

Too bad no one paid him any attention.

Wade seems to be a little interested: "Wait, don't talk. Why do I feel that you look familiar?"

Saying that, he leaned back and patted Wei Suo at the bar: "Do you think he looks a lot like that..."

Viso seems to feel the same way: "Yeah,

Much like the guy who drives the plot. If you change into a black suit and tie, there will probably be six or seven images. Well, but this is definitely a high-end version. "

Wade nodded thoughtfully and asked Luke, "What's your last name?"

Luke hehe: "You can call me (Mr. Smith) as long as you want."

Wade and Wei Suo both looked strange and said in unison, "(Agent Smith)?"

Luke turned his head and showed a "gentle" smile to the two of them.

The two of them wobbled in unison again: "It's this, it's this expression, it's too similar."

Luke was too lazy to care about the two hundred and five.

In fact, he just had to make sure that Wade wouldn't kill himself.

A mercenary who wants money, has professional ethics, and has extraordinary strength, and he has only found this one.

But at this moment, he doesn't know that if there is the most boring thing in the world, then Wade's suicide can only be ranked second - watching Wade's suicide definitely ranks first.

"So, what's the matter with Agent Smith you're talking about?" he asked casually.

With this question, Wade spoke of his tragedy.

To put it simply, this guy passed out on Christmas Eve and was sent to the hospital to find out that he had cancer, and he would not live for a year at most.

It just so happened that the five million Wade earned hadn't moved much yet, and Vanessa took him around for a month. As a result, the money spent hundreds of thousands, and no one dared to guarantee how long he would live, even if it was three or five years. Will not work.

There is nothing that a stingy old Jianghu like Wade doesn't understand.

Those private professional cancer hospitals that said there was still hope just wanted him to pay for it, and they couldn't be blamed when cancer patients died anyway.

As a result, when he came to this bar to drink, he met a black suit who claimed to be working in the government medical department. He looked a bit like the face of V, who was dubbed by Wade as Agent Smith.

It is said that they specialize in providing rehabilitation opportunities for terminally ill patients, but this treatment is experimental in nature, and Wade can contact him if he wants.

Wade chose to accept it within a few days, because he knew normal medical methods and he had no chance of living.

He can forget it himself, but letting Vanessa watch him die day by day is so unfair to her.

As a result, now his terminal illness has been cured under a less pleasant experience, but the person is disfigured.

Wade did not elaborate on the specific treatment, nor did Luke ask.

He just felt that this guy just took some weird drug, killed the cancer cells, and regained his strength. The only downside was that his appearance seemed to be contaminated by radiation.

There are too many people engaged in black technology in this world. All of William Stella's research materials are in the storage space. He hasn't had time to study it yet. How can he care about this "disfiguring" technology.

"I've got to find the damn Brit and get him back on my face so I can meet Vanessa," Wade murmured.

Weisuo subconsciously looked at a certain audience who was close at hand and spoke in an authentic London accent, and said insincerely: "There is a true love in the world, and she loves you so much..."

Wade put his head close to him: "Are you talking about this face?"

Wei Suo couldn't help turning his head to the side and groaned: "Okay, this is indeed a bit difficult, um, but are you sure she doesn't have any special aesthetic hobbies, such as love or something?"

Wade: "She liked the old me very much, because then I was the most handsome man in the world, not the stronger avocado now."

Weisuo nodded in agreement: "It seems that you have only one way out."

Wade: "Yes, find Francis."

"Make a horror movie," Wiseau said almost at the same time.

Wade was stunned: "What?"

Weisuo: "Look at your face, it's like the monster protagonist in a horror movie. You don't need makeup. It's a waste of not being an actor."

Wade was silent for a moment, but decided to get back to the point: "If I want to find Francis, I'll start with his men."

Wei Suo shrugged: "Well, he thought you were dead anyway?"

Wade: "That factory was blown up, he must have thought I was dead."

Wei Suo: "Then you need a super thick mask to cover your face, so as not to be noticed by him. In addition, you also need a code name, um, how about Wade the Death God? Or the devil Wade?"

Wade waved his hands impatiently and got up: "I have a mask and a code name—deadpool! It can scare all the villains into peeing their pants."

Wei Suo couldn't help but squinted his eyes at someone not far away: This one is so scared that I almost peeed my pants, can you take him away quickly? If I don't leave, my script will be almost exhausted.

Fortunately, Wade, who consciously had a plan, was already immersed in the fantasy of restoring his appearance, so he got up and left.

Luke chuckled twice, but didn't stop him.

Picking up the beer, he got up too.

With a click, the smiling face mask was raised and closed again. He took the Zorro hat on the bar and put it on: "I wish you a good dream."

When the black cloak also disappeared at the door, Wei Suo took a deep breath and leaned against the wine cabinet: "Maja Falco, I'm scared to death."

If it weren't for the inertia to talk to Wade, he would have been paralyzed.

It's not that he is timid, it's just that he can't make people smile, and he doesn't want to disappear mysteriously like those killers.

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