Rustle rustle rustle!
Faint footsteps sounded.
Under Wade Wilson's gaze.
Zhou Cheng walked up to him with a swagger.
Wade Wilson's gaze immediately narrowed, feeling immense pressure.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to.
In front of this young man, who was much younger than him, he was just trash, a weakling.
The two were not on the same level at all.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Why do you possess such terrifying power!"
Although he knew Zhou Cheng wouldn't answer him.
Wade Wilson still instinctively stared at Zhou Cheng, asking such a soul-searching question.
How could an ordinary person possess such exaggerated power!
Even if Captain America were reborn, he wouldn't be much more than this, right?
"How much did Smith pay you? I'll give you double."
"I only have one request."
Zhou Cheng didn't answer Wade Wilson, but simply looked at him seriously, "Whatever he tells you to do to me, you double it on him!"
"I won't do that, it violates my professional ethics."
Wade Wilson immediately shook his head.
"You still have professional ethics?"
Zhou Cheng looked at this guy with a half-smile, his face showing unconcealed sarcasm.
"You're insulting me!"
Wade Wilson was a little angry, "Although I'm a mercenary, to be precise, a mercenary who does anything for money, I also have principles…"
"Understood."
"But actually, this isn't my intention."
"This matter has nothing to do with me."
"It's my next-door neighbor's old lady; she wants to severely punish Smith, and I'm just relaying her message."
"Gladly!"
Wade Wilson changed his expression like a chameleon; he was so decisive.
Zhou Cheng: "…"
What about the professional ethics? What about the principles?
"Also, give me your contact information."
"As long as there's money, you accept any commission, right?"
Zhou Cheng thought for a moment and then made this request to Wade Wilson again.
As a transmigrator, he naturally knew Wade Wilson's true identity.
Although the other party seemed like a small-time thug now, Wade Wilson was actually not an ordinary person.
At least he used to be very formidable.
So, if Tony Stark was really kidnapped, could he commission this guy to investigate the specific location of that cave?
Of course, this matter shouldn't be easy.
After all, during the two months Tony Stark was kidnapped, the Military, S.H.I.E.L.D., and various other agencies and departments must have been searching non-stop.
And they all came up empty-handed.
No matter how good Wade Wilson was, could he be better than these professional departments?
But how to put it.
Scenes where civilian experts easily outperform various professional departments have appeared in countless movies.
Maybe Wade really has some tricks up his sleeve?
Anyway, it's just spending a little money; if he can find it, great; if not, so be it.
Zhou Cheng wouldn't lose anything, right?
He was still willing to give it a try.
"Of course, from intimidating, threatening, or harassing your girlfriend's thugs, to helping old ladies cross the street."
"As long as the price is right, you can order anything."
Wade Wilson asked Zhou Cheng for paper and pen and wrote down his contact information.
"Remember, don't forget my next-door old lady's commission!"
"Record the whole process then; the old lady wants to see it!"
After taking the other party's note, Zhou Cheng reminded him and then said nothing more.
He slammed the door shut and swaggered away as if nothing had happened.
Leaving Wade Wilson alone, still confused.
Where's the money?
Where's the money!
What about the next-door old lady's commission?
Did the next-door old lady ask you to help with the commission but not ask you to help with the money?
However, Wade Wilson just grumbled softly.
He naturally knew that he couldn't possibly get the money.
He was completely dreaming.
But even so, Wade Wilson had no intention of letting Smith off the hook.
Of course, this had nothing to do with the threat from Zhou Cheng; it was purely because...
That guy had messed him up like this, and Wade Wilson couldn't just let it go!
Zhou Cheng naturally couldn't know what Wade Wilson was thinking.
After he went downstairs, he hailed a taxi and headed straight for a nearby real estate agency.
Leaning back in the seat, watching the streetscape constantly receding outside the window, Zhou Cheng felt that today's experience was simply bizarre.
He had a belly full of complaints he couldn't help but voice.
Zhou Cheng instinctively had a thought.
He once again brought out the diary and recorded his feelings.
…
Bronx.
Inside a very inconspicuous civilian house.
Black Widow was curled up on the sofa in a very lazy posture.
She was munching popcorn and enjoying a soap opera on TV.
On the coffee table in front of her, there was also a bottle of cola just taken out of the refrigerator.
The combination of popcorn + cola is not exclusive to China.
It's also very popular in America.
America is even the World's largest consumer of popcorn; they even have a "Popcorn Day" every year.
Not just in movie theaters.
This snack, specifically made for relaxation and entertainment, has long entered thousands of households.
It has become part of everyone's daily life.
Even a top Agent like Black Widow is no exception.
After completing a tense and exciting mission, relaxing like a lazy fish like this.
It's still very nice.
Crunch crunch crunch!
She stuffed a few more handfuls of popcorn into her mouth, chewing heartily and ungracefully.
Crispy!
So refreshing!
Of course, it would be even better with a mouthful of ice-cold cola.
Black Widow casually picked up the iced cola from the coffee table.
But just as she brought it to her mouth, before she could even drink, she froze.
What is this?
A notebook?
Black Widow looked at the black leather notebook on the coffee table in front of her and began to ponder.
Where did this notebook come from?
She remembered clearly that it wasn't there before!
At least it wasn't there before she prepared the cola and popcorn and turned on the TV to enjoy the soap opera!
Could it be…
She remembered wrongly?
What a joke!
As a top Agent, would she be so confused as to get even such a thing wrong?
Then her many years as an Agent would truly have been in vain.
After some thought, Black Widow could only think of one possibility.
That was, fifteen minutes ago, while she was in the bathroom, someone secretly infiltrated her secret residence!
And placed the notebook here.
Who could it be?
Black Widow's brows furrowed slightly; she seemed to have never revealed this place to anyone!
Including her trusted partner Barton, and her superiors Coulson and Fury.
So, who exactly is it?