Saiyan in Marvel - Chapter 13
Chapter 13 Wade Wilson
US-Mexico border, entry and exit port. An RV parked at the customs checkpoint.
“Marchin
Take command
Lineup
Take a stand
Make this war to art”
Deafening industrial heavy metal rock was playing inside the car, and two white men in beach shirts and beach pants shook with the music.
“Passport?” said the customs officer at the checkpoint: “Are you all Americans?”
“Yes, it is the American.”
The driver in the car took out two passports and handed them to the staff.
The staff took the passport, just a rough pair. It is much easier to enter Mexico from the United States than to enter the United States from Mexico.
“Uh, are you going to the port of Ensenada, Mexico?”
He asked the two people in the car.
“Yes, go check it out and try if you can catch a tuna.”
The staff returned the passport to the driver.
“Is it the flood season for tuna? Many people are entering Mexico these days, so I wish you all the best.”
The driver started the RV and galloped on the highway in Mexico.
“Moth… fucker, it seems that there are many competitors for this trip.”
The motorhome drove out of the highway at a fork, drove on a dilapidated country road, and finally drove into a village. There are already three people in the village squatting on the side of the road, smoking while waiting.
“You are late, Wade.”
The three stood up, all of them tall, with thick calluses on their fingers and palms.
“No way, the traffic after coming out of Pendleton is the same as my intestines.”
Wade Wilson said that he climbed into the compartment of the RV, removed the mattress, and revealed the neatly arranged guns and ammunition inside. There are even two packs of C4 explosives and more than twenty offensive grenades.
(Wade Wilson is the real name of Deadpool, at this time he does not have superpowers yet.)
Five people skillfully distribute all kinds of guns and ammunition, and check the condition of the guns.
“As you all know, the enemy this time is the Reyes Group. If we are in the past, we would never take such a job. But I heard that the Mata Group has recently found a very powerful mutant, who fought the Reyes Group. It’s hard to fight.”
Said Jack Hammer, the organizer of the five.
“We will fix up here for a day, and then head to Mexico City.”
Most of the five are former members of the Special Forces, even if they are not, they are also retired Marine Corps soldiers who have already experienced many battles. Some people lie directly in the shade of the trees to regain their energy; others carry rifle target paper and go to the wasteland outside the village to calibrate their guns.
Jack Hammer, nicknamed the weasel, opened a bottle of cold beer and took a sip.
“This time we are going to make a fortune, Wade, no Mexico is richer than Filippo and Barlow.”
He has a very broad network of mercenaries, and he can often organize people to take on some high commission tasks. Although he does not participate in the battle, he can always draw a lot of money from it.
The phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and Jack Hamer glanced at the caller’s number, his expression became serious. He pointed to the phone and said to Wade.
“He’s a ruthless character, nicknamed the frontier killer guy.”
After he finished speaking, he answered the phone.
“Hey?”
A tired voice came from the other end of the phone.
“You are in Mexico now.”
Jack denied it immediately.
“How is it possible, I’m in New York, and I took a big job.”
There was a sneer on the other end of the phone.
“Well, if I run into you, I won’t keep my hand.”
Jack seconds:
“Well, I’m in Mexico, what’s the matter?”
Said on the phone:
“Let me join your team and take over the task of Mata Group. I will give you an address and we will meet in two days.”
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An ordinary roadside stall, mainly selling fried pork skin, Gorditas and Churros. The large pieces of pork skin are fried like tortillas, very greasy, with sour pickled cucumbers, the flavor is excellent. Gorditas is very similar to meat tongs. It is filled with diced pork skin, grilled meat and cheese. It is covered with salsa, and one can hold half full.
Churros is a snack from Spain, similar to fritters, the fried sweet dough is sprinkled with icing sugar.
The owner of the stall is a middle-aged Mexican with a beer belly. When he was the most, he could make more than 5,000 Gorditas a day, but at this time he was sweating profusely.
A tall, strong Asian man sat in front of the stall owner, and stuffed his prepared food into his mouth almost at the rate of bite by bit.
Alejandro reluctantly tilted Erlang’s legs and sat on a plastic chair to read the novel. The appearance of him in a suit and shoes with the messy stall in the same scene is very contrary.
He was used to Broly’s amazing appetite.
A dilapidated RV drove up from the corner of the street and suddenly stopped in front of the stall. The window was rolled down, revealing Jack’s face.
“Hey, Alex, long time no see.”
Wade, who was sitting in the co-pilot, opened the door, walked to the stall, pulled a plastic chair, and sat beside Broly. He said to the boss.
“Give me this kind of cake.”
“Sorry, sir, the materials are no longer available.”
The stall owner felt relieved when he said this sentence.
Wade shrugged helplessly, and he reached out and touched Broly’s tail around his waist.
“Friend, where did you buy this furry belt? It’s very fashionable.”
Broly had already exercised his tail to no longer a weakness, he shook his tail and shook off Wade’s hand.
“This is not a belt, it’s my tail.”
Wade immediately took out a paper towel and wiped his hand.
“Sorry, uh, does your tail resemble a Nami braid, uh, an organ?”
Broly is a little strange:
“Nami?”
Alejandro coughed and said:
“Nami is a creature in the movie Avatar, and braids and cough are their X organs.”
Broly silently took a paper towel, wiped his greasy hands, and then picked up Wade like a chicken, and planted it upside down into the trash can by the roadside.
“Do you want to die that way, my friend?”
As he said, he lifted the heavy metal trash can with his arms clamped, and the thick trash can suddenly deformed like slime, which tightly clamped Wade.
Wade struggled violently, his exposed legs dangling.
“Don’t, man, I’m just kidding, don’t do this, let me out, I apologize to you!”
Broly put the trash can back in place.
“If an apology is useful, then what are the police doing.”
By now, Wade finally panicked.
“puff!”
There was a laugh.
“Jack! Mom messed with Fak! I heard you smile!”
Wade thumped angrily.
“Puff, Wade, you know, I have been strictly trained, and I don’t usually laugh unless I can’t help it, puff!”