The tavern was quite large, with over a hundred people, noisy and chaotic. The dim yellow light flickered, elongating and shortening people's shadows.
Some were drinking, the clinking of glasses and the gulping of liquor intertwined; some were playing games, excited shouts rising and falling; some were playing cards, curses and laughter never ceasing. The entire tavern was filled with smoke and the strong smell of alcohol, appearing to be a place for idlers.
Facing Qinuo's scrutinizing gaze, some people simply ignored him, while others were less polite.
"Kid, hurry up and go home, this isn't a place for playing house."
"Little one, do you want to choose me? I'll give you a wonderful night."
Qinuo ignored these voices, simply moving quietly through the crowd, choosing his target.
He couldn't discern anyone's strength or aura, so he could only make a rough assessment based on their weapons and equipment.
Until he saw a figure carrying two swords, he slowly walked up to him, looking at his handsome yet somewhat uninhibited face.
The person was playing cards, surrounded by a circle of people, with constant noise.
He completely ignored Qinuo, focusing on the cards in his hand.
"Deadpool."
Or rather, Wade Wilson, the mercenary who hadn't yet become Deadpool.
Qinuo smiled, not expecting to meet his idol, the little rascal. He envied Wade's free-spirited and uninhibited attitude from his previous life.
Without disturbing him, Qinuo stood quietly to the side, watching him play cards.
"Fk, I lost again this hand." Wade angrily slammed the cards on the table.
"Less talk, Wade, quickly pay up." The person opposite him extended his hand.
Wade angrily pulled out a handful of loose change; this was his last money.
"Hello, Wade, may I bother you for a moment?" Qinuo said softly.
"Alright, kid, seeing as you didn't bother Grandpa Wade just now, I'll give you one minute. If it's to play house with you, I'll shave your head bald."
Wade spoke a lot of rude words. Although he hadn't become Deadpool yet, his habit of babbling was exactly the same.
"Take me into a laboratory." Qinuo got straight to the point.
"And then what? Take you to steal a mysterious serum from inside, you drink it and become a hero? Kid, read fewer comics!" Wade laughed mockingly.
"Hahahahaha…"
The entire tavern burst into laughter.
"One million U.S. dollars." Qinuo held up a finger, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Gasp…
The entire tavern instantly fell silent, as if time had stopped.
Qinuo calmly watched everyone's reactions.
"I can pay half of the deposit first."
"Pfft!"
The tavern owner, Jason, spat out the liquor in his mouth, which formed a mist under the light.
"Does this kid know how much one million is? Killing someone only costs tens of thousands."
Kassel sighed. "I haven't had time to teach the Young Master about this."
Qinuo looked at the expressionless Wade. "You don't agree? Then I…"
Before he could finish speaking, Wade pounced over and grabbed the raised finger.
"No problem, Boss, let alone infiltrating a laboratory, even killing someone is no problem."
"So you agree." Qinuo smiled slightly.
"That's right, Boss, so when will half of the deposit be credited?"
"Kassel."
Wade gleefully looked at the text message confirming the one million U.S. dollars had been credited to his phone. With that, he and Vanessa could comfortably have fun for two years, and he could even get new equipment.
The people around him looked at Wade enviously. Earning a million U.S. dollars just by playing house with a kid—they had never heard of such a job.
"Oh, right, Boss, what were you just about to say?"
"Nothing, just that if you didn't agree, I'd add another five hundred thousand."
...
Wade's smile froze directly on his face. For the first time, he hated his quick reaction. If he had been a little slower, it would have been another five hundred thousand.
Coming back to his senses, Wade found that Qinuo was still looking for people, glancing around.
This time, every mercenary who was looked at showed off their muscles and weapons, as earning money was not shameful.
"Boss, are you still looking for someone to play… no, to infiltrate the laboratory?"
"Yes, you are the main attacker, and I still need a few people to protect my safety."
Wade realized that this little Boss seemed serious, and after thinking for a moment, he said,
"Boss, I know someone. I lost to him in a fight before. He should have no problem protecting your safety."
"Oh, where is he? Take me to see him." Qinuo's eyes lit up. He wanted to see someone Wade described as very strong.
"But he's a Mutant, Boss, if you don't mind."
He discovered the other party was a Mutant during their fight; a punch to the chin felt like steel. If he hadn't had a gauntlet, his hand bones would have cracked.
"As long as they are strong enough, I don't mind." Qinuo said without hesitation.
Qinuo, led by Wade, came to a table where a burly man was drinking whiskey like Water.
"Logan, still drinking? I have a job here, do you want to join?"
"Cough…"
Wade slapped the burly man on the back, and the other party directly choked on a mouthful of alcohol.
The burly man turned his head, revealing wild eyes.
"If you put your hand on my butt again, I'll chop you up."
"I can't help it, your butt is just too perky. I found a big job, and I specifically recommended you to the Boss."
Wolverine, Logan, why was he here, and how did he know Wade? According to the timeline, Wade should have been killed by Logan.
"This is your Boss, playing house with a little kid?" Logan looked at Qinuo and said disdainfully; he had heard the conversation in the tavern earlier.
"Don't say that, this Boss seems serious." Wade quickly said.
"Get lost, don't make me punch you." Logan raised his fist.
"Oh! You want to extend your little claws? I'll trim them for you." Wade slowly drew two swords, taunting him.
Logan also slowly extended his Adamantium claws, only a sharp tip showing.
Qinuo suddenly spoke.
"Wade, stop. Wolverine, Logan, can we talk?"
"Wolverine, what a cool title, but it doesn't suit you." Wade obediently put away his weapons, but his mouth still didn't stop.
Logan narrowed his eyes. This title was on his dog tag. "You know me?"
"One million, plus the information I know, help me with a favor." Qinuo stated his conditions.
"How do I know you're not lying to me?" Logan looked at Qinuo suspiciously.
"Hmm, that's true."
Qinuo thought for a moment and said, "The metal in your body is Adamantium, indestructible. You have a dog tag on your chest."
"When do we leave?" Logan said directly.
"Now. Kassel, prepare a car for me."
Kassel said with some concern, "No problem, Young Master, do you really not need me to go with you?"
"Don't worry, it's a simple matter. They are enough. Kassel, help me prepare some chocolate milk."
"Yes."