Chapter 13 Wade wilson

US-Mexico border, ports of entry and exit. An RV stopped at a customs checkpoint.

"March in

Take command

Line up

Take a stand

Make this war an art"

Deafening industrial heavy metal rock was playing in the car, and two white men in beach shirts and shorts swayed to the music.

"Passport?" asked the customs officer at the checkpoint, "Are you all Americans?"

"Yes, these are the Americans."

The driver in the car took out two passports and handed them to the staff.

The officers took the passports, which were just a pair of thick passports. It is much easier to enter Mexico from the United States than from Mexico to the United States.

"Um, are you going to the port of Ensenada, Mexico?"

He asked the two people in the car.

"Yes, go and see if you can catch a tuna."

The attendant handed the passport back to the driver.

"Is it tuna season lately? A lot of people are going to Mexico these days, so I wish you a safe trip."

The driver started the RV and sped down the Mexican highway.

"Marafak, it seems there is a lot of competition for this job."

The RV left the highway at a fork in the road, drove down a dilapidated dirt road, and finally pulled into a village. Inside the village, three people were crouched on the side of the road, smoking and waiting.

"You're late, Wade."

The three stood up. They were all tall and had thick calluses on their fingers and palms.

"No way, the traffic coming out of Pendleton is the size of my intestines."

Wade Wilson said he climbed into the cabin of the RV and removed the mattress, revealing neatly arranged guns and ammunition. There were even two packages of C4 explosives and more than twenty assault grenades.

(Wade Wilson is Deadpool's real name, and he has no superpowers at this point).

The five people skillfully distributed various weapons and ammunition and checked the condition of the weapons.

"As you all know, the enemy this time is the Reyes Group. Under normal circumstances, we would not have taken on such a job. But I heard that the Mata Group recently found a very powerful mutant and defeated the Reyes Group. It's overwhelming.

said five-man organizer Jack Hamer.

"We're going to set it up here for a day and then go to Mexico City."

Most of the five are former Special Forces, and even if they are not, they are retired Marines and have seen hundreds of battles. Some simply lay down in the shade of the trees to rest and regain their strength; others carried target paper and went out into the wasteland outside the village to calibrate their firearms.

Jack Hammer, nicknamed Weasel, opened a bottle of cold beer and took a swig.

"We're going to make a fortune this time, Wade. No one in all of Mexico is richer than Filippoto and Barlow."

He has a very wide network of mercenaries and can often organize people to take on jobs with high commissions. Even if he does not take part in the fight, he can always get a lot of money out of it.

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Jack Hammer looked at the number and his expression became serious. He pointed at the phone and said to Wade.

"He's a ruthless character, the guy with the nickname Sicario."

After he finished talking, he answered the phone.

"Hello?"

A weary voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You're in Mexico now."

Jack immediately denied it.

"How is that possible? I'm in New York and I have a big job."

There was a sneer on the other end of the phone.

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"Well, if I run into you, I won't hold back."

Jack immediately panicked:

"Okay, I'm in Mexico, what's going on?"

The other end of the phone said:

"Let me join your team and take over the tasks of the Mata Group. I will give you an address and we will meet in two days".

An ordinary roadside stand selling mostly fried pork rinds, gorditas, and churros. The large pieces of pork skin are fried like corn tortillas, very greasy, and paired with sour pickled cucumbers, the flavor is great. Gorditas are very similar to roujiamo. They are stuffed with diced pork rinds, grilled meats and cheese, and smeared with salsa. One is half full.

Churros are a Spanish snack, similar to churros, with fried sweet dough sprinkled with a layer of sugar.

The owner of the stand is a middle-aged Mexican with a beer belly. At his peak, he could make more than 5,000 gorditas a day, but by this time he was sweating profusely and exhausted.

A very tall and strong Asian man sat in front of the vendor and stuffed his prepared food into his mouth almost at the rate of a bite.

Alejandro crossed his legs helplessly, sat on a plastic chair and read a novel. The picture of him in a suit and a dirty stall looks very inconsistent.

He was used to Broly's voracious appetite.

A dilapidated RV came around the corner and stopped suddenly in front of the stall. The window was rolled down, revealing Jack's face.

"Hey Alex, long time no see."

Wade, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the car door, went to the booth, pulled out a plastic chair and sat down next to Broly. He said to the man.

"Give me one of those cakes."

"Sorry, sir, the materials are no longer available."

The shopkeeper actually felt relieved when he said that.

Wade shrugged helplessly and reached out to touch Broly's tail around his waist.

"Friend, where did you get that fur belt? It's very fashionable."

Broly had already trained his tail so that it was no longer a weakness. He swung his tail and shook off Wade's hand.

"This is not a belt, this is my tail."

Wade immediately pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his hands.

"Sorry, uh, is your tail like a Na'vi braid, uh, an organ?"

Broly was a little strange:

"Na'vi?"

Alejandro coughed and said:

"The Na'vi are a creature in the movie Avatar, and the pigtails, ahem, are their X-organs."

Broly silently took out a handkerchief, wiped his greasy hands, then picked Wade up like a chicken and put him upside down in a trash can by the side of the road.

"Do you really want to die, my friend?"

As he spoke, he lifted the heavy metal garbage can and clamped it with his arms. The thick garbage can suddenly deformed like ooze and tightly embraced Wade.

Wade struggled violently, his exposed legs dangling wildly.

"No man, I was just kidding, please don't do this, please let me out and I'll apologize to you!"

Broly put the trash can back in its place.

"If an apology helps, why do we need the police?"

Meanwhile, Wade finally panicked.

"Puff!"

A laugh.

"Jack! Damn it! I heard you laughing!"

Wade fluttered angrily.

"Pfft, Wade, you know, I'm strictly trained and I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it, pfft!"