Along the way, the thin man was noisy, chatting about this and cursing that. His skinny body had a huge voice, which was really weird. Several cars in front and behind could hear the thin man shouting.
Finally, Donny couldn't bear it anymore and knocked the thin man down with a brick. The world was finally quiet and everyone breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with relief.
Donny set up food in the house and bought some good wine, and set up a large table in the living room. The aroma was overwhelming, and there were many kinds of dishes, including both Eastern and Western food. There was also a steady stream of restaurant staff delivering food.
"This time I'm going to spend a lot of money and have a luxurious feast," said Donnie.
Speaking of banquets, Donnie recalled the dinner at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters that day. It was truly luxurious. The bald professor was a billionaire with a net worth of billions of dollars, so he could afford a meal.
Downey is in a bad situation. He is a poor citizen. Although he has tens of millions of dollars in assets, he still has to live frugally. His ability is that he can spend a lot of money. When he goes to find Tony in a while, he will get some relevant materials and books to study. He also needs to further upgrade his Transformers. I don't know how much money it will cost.
Everyone sat down around the table, and the old bartender brought out the red wine he had looted from Dicken. It was a fine wine, sealed for over thirty years. Everyone started bragging as they held the bottles.
The thin man shamelessly followed in, not considering himself an outsider at all, and insisted on having two drinks. He poured a large glass and drank the red wine as if it were beer. The old bartender was furious and almost fought with the thin man. He hurriedly took the wine back and announced that he would be responsible for pouring drinks for everyone from now on.
"Back then, when I first stepped into the world of mercenaries, I was at the peak of my popularity..."
The skinny guy was the first to speak, and he started talking a lot, bragging about how powerful he was in the past and how he was invincible.
Everyone laughed disdainfully, watching him brag with a smile. The skinny guy was the thickest-skinned one, so he naturally thought it was a compliment.
"Give me more, why are you so stingy?" Whistler was dissatisfied. He was old, with gray hair, and he also liked to drink a little wine. The old bartender was so stingy that he only poured him a little bit, and he looked reluctant, which made Whistler very unhappy.
"Why do you ask him for it?" The old bartender held the red wine as if he was guarding against a thief, and refused to give it to him. He pointed at the thin man and told everyone to make trouble for him. It would be best to just beat to death this animal who drank red wine as if it were beer.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Are you bullying me for being honest? I am an honest man, you can't bully people like this." The thin man poured himself half a glass in one breath. Seeing Whistler's unfriendly expression, he decisively drank the wine in the glass in one breath, and then poured it out for Whistler to see.
"Go on, I've met you a few times, and I only know that you're a 'famous' guy. Many of your colleagues think highly of you." Donny said jokingly. It's really rare to see such a freak as Thin Man. It's hard to imagine how he survived to this day.
The old bartender subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked at the thin man with his peripheral vision, but he quickly returned to normal. In the previous moment, he subconsciously became suspicious. He was very self-aware and looked at everyone with a sense of unease.
"Of course, everyone praises me like that." The thin man's eyebrows were beaming, and his words were a little ethereal. "Do you know, I once met a mercenary in red clothes? He was an extremely chatty person, talking nonsense all the time. His words alone could make you collapse. He chased me that time and I almost died."
The thin man talked incessantly, as if he hadn't spoken in many years. He finally met someone who listened carefully.
"Red clothes? Chatty?" Donnie subconsciously raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively, "Among mercenaries, those who dare to wear red clothes are not ordinary people. After all, the image is too vivid."
"Yes, that strange guy in red clothes, he is very strong, I am no match for him.
I was almost killed several times." The thin man seemed heartless and said whatever he thought.
Donnie watched intently, feeling somewhat bewildered. Deadpool might seem odd in his behavior and speech, but he wasn't a random killer. His persistent pursuit of Thin Man must have had a compelling reason. Furthermore, Thin Man had survived several attempts at death despite being pursued by Deadpool...
"Why did he kill you?"
"Who knows? It seems like I ruined one of his deals and made him desperate. Let me tell you, he's a super lunatic, too powerful. You should avoid him next time you see him." The thin man said, throwing away the wine glass and starting to focus on the delicious food. His mouth was watering as he responded to Donnie's every word.
Donny shrugged, acting nonchalant. If Deadpool were to target him, it would be possible, as long as someone was willing to pay him. If Deadpool really came knocking on his door, Donny wouldn't be afraid. If pressed, he'd just throw money at him until he knocked him unconscious. He'd soon become a shareholder of Stark Enterprises.
Blade and the others had already started eating. Having also survived near-death experiences, they weren't particularly interested in the skinny guy's past. What kind of impressive resume could a skinny guy, easily knocked down with a single punch, have? Who knew that guy in red was just a third-rate wretch? They were more concerned with the food. The table was filled with exquisite delicacies, and this entire dish alone had cost Donnie over $10,000.
Blade, the old bartender and Whistler usually lead a hard life. It is a rare opportunity to eat and drink without any scruples. They cherish it very much.
As time went on, the vast quantities of wine were consumed, and everyone got a little tipsy, arm in arm, bragging about their glorious pasts and glorious deeds. Blade was the drunkest. At any other time, this great warrior would never allow himself to be drunk; he had to ensure he was always in battle-ready condition.
But he was quite upset, and Donnie and the others tacitly agreed not to ask him what had happened. If Blade didn't care, he would have spoken out himself. If he did, why would Donnie and the others bring it up? It would be better to let time smooth things over.
The female doctor was a person with a cold personality, but she seemed to have a special feeling for Daofeng, which could be seen from the fact that she had been taking care of Daofeng and constantly pouring him wine. Although she didn't say anything, she only poured wine for Daofeng and didn't care about others at all.
Now, at this moment, not just her, but everyone else just needed to desperately try to get this natural warrior drunk. Blade's life was always about killing enemies, and it was time to take a short break.
Everyone was drunk. Everyone here had their own story and a past that they didn't want to mention. They understood, everyone understood, that no one had it easy.
Donnie sat aside with a bottle of beer, smiling at these guys, his thoughts drifting away. No matter what the future holds, no matter how terrible things may be, at least he has a few good friends now, isn't that enough?
Suddenly, the phone screen lit up, and with a pleasant ringtone, someone called Donnie. He looked down and saw that the number was marked "Jean Grey".
Donnie's eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked to the window without leaving a trace. The others didn't pay any attention and continued to drink and brag.
"I've hacked into the system of your phone." As soon as the call was connected, Jean went straight to the point and told Donnie about their progress.
"This phone was indeed encrypted, but the encryption was extremely crude. This is unreasonable. Someone with such means would not have needed to do this; they could have encrypted it further. However, this phone only encrypted the outermost layer of the system, which only required a large amount of calculations to crack. The final decryption result was a place name."
Dr. Qin solemnly recounted her research findings. Deep within her phone, she discovered a place name.
Gotham.