Chapter 2487

"Man, don't you know me when you come to New York?" Wade pointed to his mask, then pulled his upper part of the uniform to show the color: "you look at what I'm wearing, come on, say the name on your lips, and tell me aloud, who am I? If you answer right, you will get a prize

Midnight roadside lights flashed across the driver's face, he focused on driving, glanced at the red and what color of the uniform, and suddenly realized:

"spider man! You're spider man, right? Ha ha, superhero, you can fly around like that

The dead waiter's head tilted to one side, and the smile outline under the mask disappeared. Is his uniform just like Spiderman?

Although we are all good friends, but he clearly made his debut earlier, more handsome and more deterrent. What does Peter's little virgin compare with himself?

He adjusted his seat belt and leaned his back against the door so that his upper body could face the driver:

"what's your name, friend?"

"Dupond, Mr. Spiderman." The driver changed gears with a smile. He has already got rid of the terminator behind him. He can drive slowly. Otherwise, if he is caught in the speeding video, he will be fined.

Downtown, 120 miles is OK. Well, as long as it's fast enough, the surveillance can't take you clearly.

"Dupond, it's a good name, but I'm afraid you don't have much research on New York, and you don't have a good immigration strategy." Wade pointed to his face. His small white eyes were wide open. "I'm a death waiter, not Batman, not Spiderman. I'm a mercenary, a superhero."

"Oh, Mr.DP I remember. Is it American to call you like that? "

The smiling Dupond turned on the turn signal and drifted around the corner. He didn't take the dead waiter seriously. It seems that he had never heard of it.

"... don't you hear me? I'm a mercenary, an anti hero, someone who's killed a lot of people. " The dead waiter is very disappointed with the driver's insipid reaction. Don't he have any cards for ordinary people?

He should cheer, and then ask for autographs. Real Americans are obsessed with serial killers. If an Indian wants to integrate into American society, he has to imitate others!

Dupond gave him a puzzled look, pulled the handbrake to stabilize the car body, and drove the steering wheel wildly:

"but what does this have to do with me as a taxi driver?"

Wade, who craned his neck, covered his mouth. He was speechless for a moment. Yes, it's true.

Taxi drivers are not high-income people, and no one will hire assassins to kill a driver. According to the normal life trajectory, they and Dupond should be two parallel lines, and there will never be business intersection.

In the dark, the dead waiter seemed to feel something called fate, which connected the two people.

"What is this?" Suddenly he reached for the steering wheel.

"What? Ah, the fragrance of Narcissus in your daydream can make you roam along the Ganges River Dupond happily introduced the small jar to the passengers. He thought the dead waiter was referring to the fragrance on the dashboard.

Wade shook his head and pointed again. "I mean the picture on your keychain. Who is she?"

It's a typical Indian woman with a ring on her nose and a scarf on her head. She looks a little fat, but she's pretty.

At the mention of this topic, the smile on Dupond's face gradually disappeared, and the street lamp outside the window could not light up the darkness in front of him.

"She's Gita. She could have married me to be a good wife. Unfortunately, she fell in love with my cousin, BANDU. BANDU's shamelessness is as high as his sister's skill, so..."

the dead waiter with his hands around his chest nodded: "man, I think it's really fate that makes us meet today..."

the driver blinked his eyes: "I thought it was a taxi app."

"Don't care about the details!" The dead waiter waved his hand in front of him, as if to erase the darkness in front of the driver's friend: "in addition to being a super mercenary, I am also a famous expert in gender emotion. If I can help you recover your guitar, love, I will hold it tightly in my own hands!"

Then he clenched his fist with his raised hand, as if he had cut the throat of fate.

Dupond, suspiciously, clenched his fist: "well, can you help me persuade Gita?"

"What? No, man. I'm a mercenary. If you can't afford me, I can't break the rules. " The dead waiter shook his head, and he closed his nostrils through the mask: "but I can teach you how to do it. My cousin often says that if you can't solve the problem, you can solve the person who brought the problem, and you can make BANDU..."

while winking, Wade turned his fist into his palm, and made a back and forth movement on his neck.

"Do you have a cousin, too?" The Indian driver was a little tangled. He really began to think about the suggestion of the dead waiter: "did you kill him, too?"

The collapse of adults in a moment, Wade's body fragrance is to let him fly.He loves Gita so much that he can't bear it just because he thinks of Gita with his cousin!

"Er... My cousin is very good. Besides, it's not my problem." The dead waiter's voice was much lower. Gu said: "it's not enough to kill BANDU just because of your problem. You should open your cousin's belly and peel it like roast beef, and then put the body in front of Gita's house after it stinks."

"Is that all right? Will Gita change her mind? " The driver licked his lips and his Adam's Apple moved up and down: "but we Indians don't eat beef. If I carry out this method, it may be difficult."

"That's grilled fish! In a word, the plan is right. If she doesn't want to, I have a backup plan to teach you. " The waiter patted the driver on the shoulder and cocked up his legs.

"Hoo Hoo... I see. Thank you, Mr. D."

The driver's brother took a few deep breaths and squeezed this sentence out of his teeth. His eyes changed and became murderous.

Every time he saw someone walking on the bright road, he would have a sense of achievement of helping others, which was the pleasure that simple mercenary work could not bring him.

At this moment, however, he seemed to see an acquaintance outside the window.

"Wait a minute, Dupond. Stop by the side of the road and I see a friend." He motioned to the driver to stop. After the car stopped, it slipped down: "you watch first, I'll be right back."

"I understand. You see the goal, right? I don't know anything. Just do it. " The Indian driver looked down at his keychain with a cracked smile on his face and said in a low voice: "Gita... Gita..."

the waiter didn't know what was going on behind him, so he saw Frey, who was also wearing a black leather windbreaker, passing by the roadside lane at night.

Anyway, if you want to sell symbionts, it's the same as selling them to aegis. If you can make a deal halfway, you can save a few dollars in taxi fare.

"Frey! Don't go. I want to make a deal with you! "

Wade, like a Korean TV man, shakes his head and runs to his back, while the black marinated egg turns around like another Korean TV man. The time around him seems to slow down, and the garbage can on the side of the road is full of bright and white beauty.

It was supposed to be a victory meeting.

But at the moment when they were about to shake hands, the venom suddenly burst out from the dead waiter. The sharp teeth rolled in the black waves just bit Frey's head off and chewed it like sugar beans.

"Before that, the black man shut himself up and bullied me when I didn't have a host, but now I caught him? Die for me! "

The venom thinks that it is not what it was when it had a host. Three hours of Hexi and three hours of Hedong, don't deceive the poor symbiont!

"Damn it..."

the dead waiter looks at Frey, who has no head and upper chest, but keeps sending out electric sparks from his body. He feels a little confused.

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