What the hell?
Satan?
Zhou Cheng felt a bit speechless, the same thought as Wade Wilson flashing through his mind.
This was indeed a bit over the top.
What kind of image was Satan?
In America, and even in Western literature, he was a famous and powerful being.
Originally an angel, but later fell and became a demon king.
But whether angel or demon king, it couldn't erase Satan's strength, nor the fear and despair he brought to people.
"No, no, no, I take back what I said."
"That's not an exaggeration at all."
"This guy… he actually has wings!"
Wade Wilson's voice rang out again, and he tapped a few more times.
Several images of Zhou Cheng flying with his wings spread appeared on the computer screen.
"What did you mean by making big money earlier?"
Zhou Cheng changed his mind and began to ask Wade Wilson, keeping his expression neutral.
"Tsk tsk tsk, dropping the act now? Didn't you say you weren't interested?"
"Zhou, you really could have played it cool for a while longer..."
Wade Wilson couldn't resist taking a jab at Zhou Cheng.
"The door's right there. Get out, now."
"Alright, alright, you really are something. I'm the one helping you make money, and yet you're the one bossing me around."
Wade Wilson grumbled a bit, but then he started explaining the situation to Zhou Cheng.
"Basically, someone put out a bounty, they want to buy this person's information, ten thousand American dollars a pop!"
"So Zhou, what I need you to do is simple."
"You just need to put on the same clothes, wear a mask, and as for the wings..."
"Alright, no wings then. Satan doesn't always have wings anyway."
"Then we go to a specific place, like a deserted street or the entrance to a bar. We'll research that carefully, the atmosphere is key."
"That's right, it's a cosplay. You cosplay as Satan, and I take some photos."
"Finally, I send the photos to the buyer, the buyer pays, and we pocket a cool hundred grand! Simple as that!"
"How about I give you ten percent of the profits?"
Zhou Cheng: "..."
So, that's what Wade Wilson was planning? What a bizarre train of thought! "Are you serious?"
"Do you think someone willing to pay a hundred grand for information would be fooled by fake photos?"
Little贱贱 is worthy of the name Little贱贱!
Even though he hadn't become Deadpool yet, Wade Wilson's style was already showing hints of it.
"How can it be fake?"
Wade Wilson said righteously, "Buddy, Satan wears a mask, nobody knows what he looks like!"
"And your physique is exactly the same as Satan's. With a little bit of dressing up, no one will see through it."
"For those who don't know the details, it's real!"
"What's more, even if he finds out it's fake in the end, it doesn't matter."
"Believe me, he can't possibly find me."
"I'm very good at this kind of thing!"
Heh.
I'd believe that when pigs fly.
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but give Wade Wilson a mocking look, as if he were looking at an idiot.
"So, Zhou? Are you in or out?"
Wade Wilson stared at Zhou Cheng expectantly, as if Zhou Cheng were his first love.
"What are you thinking?"
"You really think I'd agree to this farce?"
Zhou Cheng refused without hesitation.
"Buddy, don't you have any business sense…"
"However!"
Zhou Cheng thought for a moment and made another decision, interrupting the Merc with a Mouth directly, "I'm quite interested in the source of this information. Name your price."
Zhou Cheng was quite curious about who was offering the reward for his capture.
"You seem to be very interested in Satan."
Wade Wilson looked at Zhou Cheng with a meaningful gaze.
This guy could knock him out with one punch and was now asking about information on someone like Satan.
This guy in front of him wasn't ordinary.
"That's right, I am very interested in him."
Zhou Cheng nodded seriously.
He knew, of course, that ordinary people wouldn't make such a request of Wade. But then again, ordinary people couldn't knock Wade out with a single punch, could they?
You know.
Wade Wilson used to be a top-notch Canadian special forces soldier! He had quite the reputation.
When Zhou Cheng took him down with a single punch, it was the same as telling the other person that he wasn't ordinary.
So, Zhou Cheng didn't need to hide anything at this moment.
"Awesome, I like this kind of information trade."
"Money like this is earned quickly and easily."
Wade Wilson's mercenary skills were still up to par; he wouldn't ask questions he shouldn't.
He immediately told Zhou Cheng everything he knew.
"I don't know who specifically put out the bounty on Satan, but I know he's definitely from Hell's Kitchen."
"There's a high probability it's Kingpin's people."
"Because just yesterday, and even a while back, Satan has been turning Hell's Kitchen upside down, causing Kingpin heavy losses."
"Right, if you're interested, it's not just a bounty on Satan's information, there's also a bounty on his head."
"A full one million dollars, you know."
One million dollars!
That's no small sum!
Zhou Cheng became more confident.
Looks like Wade Wilson's intel was spot on.
Whoever had this kind of influence in Hell's Kitchen definitely wasn't an ordinary person.
There was a high probability it was Kingpin.
Of course.
Zhou Cheng understood Kingpin's actions perfectly; after all, disrupting someone's financial empire was like killing their parents.
Strictly speaking, he had provoked this underground emperor himself.
It was only natural that he would be targeted in retaliation.
But understanding it didn't mean Zhou Cheng would just let things slide; he still had things he needed to do.
"So Wade, next is my second request."
Zhou Cheng spoke to him again with a serious expression, "Help me accept the contract to kill Satan."
"Wait a minute."
Wade Wilson was shocked by Zhou Cheng's decision. "Kill Satan? Are you sure? Rumor has it that this guy isn't an ordinary person!"
"Then do you think I am an ordinary person?"
Zhou Cheng glanced at Wade Wilson indifferently.
"Alright."
Wade Wilson was speechless.
The person standing before him, who could cripple him with a single punch, was clearly no ordinary individual.
Besides...
He was a mercenary; he was paid to do a job. Why should he care about anything else?
Regardless of why Zhou Cheng was interested in Satan, regardless of whether Zhou Cheng would be killed by Satan, it had nothing to do with Wade.
As long as the money was right.
"Buddy, although we've cooperated once before."
"Oh, wait, that was the old lady next door's request, it has nothing to do with you."
"But this time, you need to pay a deposit!"
Wade Wilson looked at Zhou Cheng seriously.
"I already told you to name your price."
"Alright!"
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