What the hell?
Satan?
Zhou Cheng felt a little speechless, and the same thought as Wade Wilson couldn't help but flash through his mind.
This was indeed a bit exaggerated.
What kind of image was Satan?
In the literary systems of America and even the West, he was a famous, super powerful entity.
He was originally an Angel, but later fell and became a Demon King.
But whether he was an Angel or a Demon King, it couldn't erase Satan's power, nor the fear and despair he brought to people.
"No, no, no, I take back what I just said."
"This is not exaggerated at all."
"This guy really has wings!"
Wade Wilson's voice rang out again, and he tapped the screen a few more times.
Several images of Zhou Cheng flying with his wings spread also appeared on the computer screen.
"What did you mean by making a lot of money earlier?"
Zhou Cheng changed his mind and began to inquire about Wade Wilson without batting an eyelid.
"Tsk tsk tsk, not playing hard to get now? Didn't you say you weren't interested?"
"Zhou, you could have been a bit more reserved..."
Wade Wilson couldn't help but mock Zhou Cheng.
"The door is there, please get out immediately."
"Alright, alright, you're really something. I'm the one helping you make money, but you're the one bossing me around."
Wade Wilson complained for a few sentences, but still began to explain the situation to Zhou Cheng.
"Simply put, someone has put out a bounty, wanting to buy information about this person, one hundred thousand U.S. dollars per piece!"
"So Zhou, what I need you to do is very simple."
"You just need to wear the same clothes and a mask, as for the wings..."
"Alright, no wings then. Anyway, Satan doesn't always have wings."
"Then we go to a specific place, like a deserted street or the entrance of a bar. We'll research this carefully, but it needs to have atmosphere."
"That's right, this is a cosplay. You cosplay as this Satan, and I'll take your photos."
"Finally, I'll send the photos to the buyer, the buyer pays, and we get one hundred thousand U.S. dollars. It's that simple!"
"How about I give you ten percent of the profit?"
Zhou Cheng: "..."
So this was Wade Wilson's plan?
What kind of bizarre thought process was this!
"Are you serious?"
"Do you think someone who would spend one hundred thousand to buy information would be fooled by fake photos?"
Xiao Jian Jian truly lived up to his name!
Although he hadn't become Deadpool yet, Wade Wilson's style of doing things already had a hint of it.
"How is it fake?"
Wade Wilson argued, "Buddy, Satan wears a mask, no one knows what he looks like!"
"And your build is exactly like Satan's. With a little disguise, no one will see through it."
"To those who don't know the inside story, this is real!"
"What's more, even if he eventually finds out it's fake, it doesn't matter."
"Trust me, he can't possibly find me."
"I'm very good at this kind of thing!"
Hehe~
I'd believe you if I were a ghost.
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but look at Wade Wilson with an extremely sarcastic gaze, as if looking at an idiot.
"So, Zhou? Are you in or out?"
Wade Wilson looked at Zhou Cheng eagerly, as if Zhou Cheng were his first love.
"What are you thinking?"
"Do you really think I'd agree to this farce?"
Zhou Cheng refused without hesitation.
"Buddy, do you have any business sense at all..."
"However!"
Zhou Cheng pondered for a moment, but made another decision. He directly interrupted Xiao Jian Jian, "I'm more interested in the source of this information. Name your price."
Zhou Cheng was still quite curious about who exactly was putting a bounty on him.
"You seem to be very interested in Satan."
Wade Wilson looked at Zhou Cheng with a meaningful gaze.
Able to knock him down with one punch, and now inquiring about someone like Satan.
This guy in front of him was no ordinary person.
"That's right, I'm very interested in him."
Zhou Cheng nodded seriously.
He certainly knew that ordinary people wouldn't make such a request to Wade, but ordinary people also couldn't knock Wade down with one punch, could they?
One must know.
Wade Wilson used to be Canada's ace special forces soldier!
The kind with a well-known reputation.
When Zhou Cheng incapacitated him with one punch, it was equivalent to actively telling the other party that he was no ordinary person.
So at this moment, Zhou Cheng didn't need to hide anything.
"Excellent, I like this kind of intelligence transaction."
"This kind of money is earned quickly and comfortably."
Wade Wilson's mercenary professionalism was still up to par; he absolutely wouldn't ask what he shouldn't.
He immediately told Zhou Cheng everything he knew.
"I don't know who specifically put the bounty on Satan, but I know he must be from Hell's Kitchen."
"And there's a very high possibility that he's Kingpin's man."
"Because just yesterday, and a while ago, Satan turned Hell's Kitchen upside down, causing Kingpin heavy losses."
"Oh, by the way, if you're interested, not only is there a bounty on Satan's information, but there's also a bounty on his head."
"A full one million U.S. dollars, you know."
One million U.S. dollars!
This was no small sum!
Zhou Cheng became even more certain.
It seemed Wade Wilson's information should be correct.
In Hell's Kitchen, someone with this kind of financial power definitely wasn't an ordinary person.
There was a high probability it was Kingpin.
Of course.
Zhou Cheng also understood Kingpin's actions very well, after all, cutting off someone's financial path was like killing their parents.
Strictly speaking, he had actually provoked this underground emperor himself.
It was only natural for him to want to deal with him in a fit of rage.
However, understanding was one thing, but there were still things Zhou Cheng had to do.
"So Wade ~ My second commission is next."
Zhou Cheng spoke to the other party seriously again, "Help me take on the commission to kill Satan."
"Wait a minute."
Wade Wilson was startled by Zhou Cheng's decision, "Kill Satan? Are you sure? Rumor has it this guy isn't an ordinary person!"
"Then do you think I'm an ordinary person?"
Zhou Cheng glanced at Wade Wilson indifferently.
"Alright."
Wade Wilson was instantly speechless.
The person in front of him, who could incapacitate him with one punch, was clearly not an ordinary person either.
What's more.
He was a mercenary, paid to do a job, why bother with so many other things?
No matter why Zhou Cheng was interested in Satan, no matter whether Zhou Cheng would be killed by Satan, it had nothing to do with Wade.
As long as the money was in place, it was fine.
"Buddy, although we've already cooperated once."
"Oh, no, that was the old lady next door's commission, nothing to do with you."
"But this time, you have to pay a deposit!"
Wade Wilson said to Zhou Cheng seriously.
"I already told you to name your price."
"Straightforward!"