Chapter 1239

"Hi, Mr.DP It's another beautiful day, isn't it

Indian driver dupende, or Adu for short, was driving his yellow taxi to the corner near al's house.

When he saw the valet get on the bus, he said hello to him with ah San's enthusiasm full of curry flavor.

"Whew, I put the stinger missile in the trunk. Remember to remind me to take it when I get off the bus." The valet sat on the co pilot and held the pony's backpack in his arms: "there are still remnants of your cousin in the trunk. I just picked up a bone and gave it to you."

The bodyguard doesn't know what he's carrying. Maybe it's a skull fragment or a crotch bone. But hey, he's a mercenary, and he's not a researcher in bone tracking. It's useless for him to recognize bones.

So he handed the bone to Adu. Adu started the car, rolled down the window and threw the bone out of the window. He turned around with an Indian smile.

"I'll take it as if you said it was a good day."

The valet shrugged and looked at the piece of bone inserted into a pile of dog excrement on the roadside. He nodded: "well done, my friend. Putting my cousin in the trunk and letting him die in an accident is a stroke of genius."

The third driver was excited for some reason: "really? Do you think my anti hero rating is just right? "

The valet looked at the roof of the car and thought about it. Then he pointed to the picture hanging beside the steering wheel: "maybe, what do you say about the beautiful Gita?"

"She was a little sad to know that BANDU was dead, but after a few days of starvation, she stopped crying and was very kind to me now." Ah Du man replied with a smile. His expression was full of happiness.

"Not bad." The valet nodded, took out a few times in his underwear, and took out a card with yellow hair and wrinkled hair: "let me have a look. First go to this place in Queens, and I'll go to the master of imitation."

"Oh, another mercenary. I've heard of him." ADU's head was resting on his bag, and his eyes looked at the road: "but I haven't heard of you acting with him."

Wade's mask showed a memory expression, as if it was really like this: "I have a good relationship with him, but one more person to work, means more money, he is very mean."

ADU didn't know whether the bodyguard was true or not. Anyway, he listened with understanding and nodded:

"in our taxi driver community, there is a common practice of carpooling cooperation. One driver runs in the daytime and the other runs at night. But I don't want to find night shift drivers to cooperate, because it's too troublesome."

"That's right. Your car is so fragrant, just like the Henghe river. I really can't imagine how dirty things will be on your car." The valet nodded.

"That's right." Du pengde stepped on the accelerator and drifted across the corner from the gutter: "sit tight, Mr. D. It's five minutes."

the master imitator opened a martial arts school on the address recorded on the business card.

Yes, mercenaries don't have business every day. Unlike death attendants who stay at home to watch cartoons or Serials and eat and die, imitating masters belongs to the more enterprising type.

His spare time will be used to teach students, collect tuition, subsidize the family and so on. In the mercenary world, imitating the master Anthony is really an alien.

Because the mercenaries are quick to get money, most of them spend money very fast. They have no concept of financial management, let alone do business.

But Anthony is different. He has no family, no wife and children, but the whereabouts of his money is unknown.

Except for his personal hobbies, he has almost no personal equipment. No smoking, no drinking, no ladies, no luxury.

He used to be one of the instructors of the aegis Bureau, but because of some things, he left the aegis Bureau and became a mercenary himself.

Anthony taught a lot of students. He mainly taught fighting skills. If fortune taught ideology and morality, he taught sports.

Because he has experienced some kind of medicament transformation, and can completely copy other people's movements by virtue of his image memory ability, he has mastered almost all the martial arts skills on earth, and as long as he has money, he can teach anyone.

Hawkeye and many Avengers are students who imitate the master. However, he teaches more villains.

His business ability is good, at least better than Wade, but he can make friends with the death attendant, which means that he actually lives a teaser in his heart.

When the death attendant found him, he was teaching some teenagers boxing on the rooftop. It looked like Yongchun.

The young men were all tattooed, with colorful Mohican heads and iron chains around their necks. They looked like the soldiers in the Big Dipper.

Wade pulled out his double knives and turned a knife flower in the air: "police inspection! What do you do? Go, go, go

People who often hang out on the street can't recognize the red and black uniform of the valet, and the ferocious students slip away in a few breaths.Wearing a white Cape and a white skull mask, the master imitator stood by with his arms in his arms and said nothing.

"No, you and I don't have the courage. You know what? The bald students of Xavier are eager to see me. There is a guy in Xavier college who is two meters tall and whose eggs are metallic silver. He likes to beat me most

The Chamberlain was very dissatisfied. He put away his double knives and went to the master of imitation. His mouth was still broken and read.

Anthony was completely deaf. He sorted out the sandbags and the wooden man: "what can I do for you? Live? "

His voice changer was almost the same as his cousin's, the valet thought. Anthony's appearance looked like a middle-aged and handsome blonde, but his voice was like a ghost after being filtered by his mask.

"There's work. I want to hire you to help me with my children."

Said, the death attendant took out the money from his cousin's pocket, which was the deposit.

What about the money he made before? It's already gone.

Even if Vanessa and wade are true love, it will cost a lot of money. Although the employment business of valedictorian is mediocre, it is no problem to make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.

He didn't upgrade his equipment, he didn't buy a safe house, and all the money he made was spent on wine and women.

"Ha?"

The master imitator felt as if he had heard something wrong. He lifted his hand and pulled out the radio on his helmet. When Wade looked serious, he realized what he had just heard.

"I refuse."

Although money is a good thing, it also depends on what kind of money it is. Help the dead men with their children?

This kind of business can't be accepted. Otherwise, how can we mix with the society in the future.

The death attendant immediately lay on the ground, rolled from this side of the roof to the other side, and slowly rolled back. He sat up straight.

"Can't you imitate anyone? Imitate a nanny for me. I'm very ill. I can only get up if you promise me

"Refuse."

There was no expression on the imitation master's skull mask. He packed up his things and was ready to leave.

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