Qinuo said nothing, silently pulled out his phone, and made a call.
"Kassel, my business is done. Hmm, I'll be back at the tavern in about two hours. Settle the final payment, and add another five hundred thousand. Hmm, I'm sure."
After Qinuo hung up, Wade cheered excitedly, his face overflowing with uncontrollable joy.
"Boss is generous! Logan, look at the big job I brought you. Treat me to a drink when we get back to the bar later."
"No problem, I'll also have a good drink." Logan couldn't help but be happy either; this was his first time having so much money.
The three of them sped along, reaching the tavern in an hour and a half.
Butler Kassel was waiting at the tavern entrance, bowing slightly.
"Young Master, you're back."
"Hmm, Kassel, find us a private room."
The three of them came to a private room. Logan generously ordered a pile of drinks, twisted open a whiskey bottle, and chugged it down in one go, some liquor dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Kid, I'm ready. Speak."
In front of Qinuo was a glass of chocolate milk. He tilted his head back and downed it too.
This taste is good, I like it.
"James, that's your real name. Logan is what you changed it to later."
James? Logan frowned slightly. Although he hadn't heard it before, it felt familiar.
From his name, to participating in the war, Sabretooth, Silver Fox, and even getting married at the final Weapon X.
"So my memory loss was caused by a Colonel Stryker."
Logan looked at Qinuo with determined eyes, not doubting the information he provided. There was too much information in it; he could check its authenticity.
"Logan, you're too miserable, with all that torment and brotherly infighting. But the name Stryker sounds familiar... Oh, right, a few years ago, a colonel invited me to join a team, but at that time, I was in the middle of a passionate relationship with Vanessa and couldn't leave."
Wade looked at Logan sympathetically, clinked glasses with him, and recalled as he spoke, a look of realization on his face.
Qinuo was pensive; this was why the two of them hadn't met.
"How can I find Stryker?"
Logan excitedly crushed the wine bottle, his eyes filled with intense killing intent, and his teeth gnashed loudly.
"Logan, you overestimate me. Although I know some things, I'm not withholding information, nor am I omniscient."
Watching Logan lower his head in disappointment, Qinuo thought for a moment and said.
"However, his goal is to eliminate all Mutants. You can go to the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. It was founded by Professor X. You can wait there."
"Professor X?"
Qinuo nodded, and said seriously, "Currently, there are two factions of Mutants: the pacifists and the warmongers. Professor X is the leader of the pacifists. I don't recommend you go to the warmongers."
"Why?" Logan asked.
"The leader of the warmongers is Magneto. He can control metal."
Logan said nothing now, and downed another bottle of whiskey.
"Boss, do you have any information that could make me a lot of money?"
Wade found this boss very mysterious, knowing many secret pieces of information, even the Military's plans were clear to him, as if he had experienced them firsthand.
"How much money can you get now?"
"Including what you just gave me, Boss, it's about 2 million dollars."
"That little?"
Wade's face darkened. Living in New York, where every inch of land is precious, it was already very good that he could save five hundred thousand.
"Just buy Stark Industries stock. Buy as much as you can."
"Boss, do you mean Stark isn't dead?"
He certainly knew Tony Stark; in fact, very few people in the entire World didn't know him.
Whether it was his genius brain or his decadent lifestyle, everyone envied him.
"He's not that easy to die. Of course, I'm just suggesting; it's up to you whether you listen or not." Qinuo said ambiguously while drinking his chocolate milk.
"Boss, I've always trusted you."
Wade immediately pulled out his phone and started calling the stock center.
Even Logan, who was beside him, kept glancing over, considering whether to buy some too.
Qinuo looked at Wade's excited expression and thought for a moment, deciding not to mention the cancer.
The previous information could be explained as having special intelligence channels, but if he spoke of that, it would be precognition.
However, Qinuo remembered that in the comics, Deadpool was the second host of Venom, and it was also due to his influence that Venom later became evil and chaotic.
So he asked in his mind.
Venom, how many hosts did you have before me?
None, you are the first host. Although there are many origins for me in your mind, before this, I was always on the Symbiote Planet. What's wrong?
That's really great.
What's great? Venom was a little confused.
"I'm your first host, which means you haven't been contaminated yet."
Qinuo took a sip of chocolate milk. This also meant that Venom would be easier to shape according to him.
Not contaminated, you really dare to say that. Do you think you are very clean and pure? Demon Sister, Eight-Foot Lady, Autumn-Colored Sky... You kid really likes older women.
Venom's tone was full of sarcasm.
Pfft... Cough, cough, cough.
He directly spat out a mouthful of milk, Qinuo coughed repeatedly. He didn't expect these memories to be dug up.
Wade and Logan were having a drinking contest, and were unexpectedly sprayed in the face.
"Boss?"
"Kid!"
Qinuo looked up at their two dark faces and gave an embarrassed smile.
"Sorry, I was talking to Venom just now. He's a bit mischievous. This round of drinks is on me today."
Wade and Logan then continued their drinking contest.
He can even pin the blame on me, but that's true. I'm an alien creature, not to mention...
Enough, just say what you want directly.
Qinuo covered his face. This sarcastic tone, he learned it so quickly.
Go to a place, find something.
Venom's voice was a little confused. Ever since it came out of the lab, it felt like something in the distance was calling it.
Where? What thing?
Qinuo was a little solemn. It was another matter unrelated to the plot, which made him uneasy.
I don't know, but it's a very important thing.
So you don't know anything? You at least know the direction, right?
After asking the tavern owner for a World map, he followed the direction Venom knew, finally stopping at a location.
Is this it?
Should be?
Venom wasn't sure either; it only knew the direction.
Qinuo stared blankly at the location: the Sahara desert, where Iron Man was kidnapped. Too coincidental.
I can extract Wolverine's healing factor and inject it into your body, so you won't die even without me.
Venom also felt there was a problem, but it felt that thing was very important.