Chapter 1237: ?Master of Imitation

"Hi, Mr. DP, another good day?"
Indian driver Du Pengde, or Adu for short, drove his yellow taxi and stopped at the alley not far from Al's home.
Seeing Deadpool getting in the car, he greeted him with Asana's curry enthusiasm.
"Huh, I put the Stinger missile in the trunk, remember to remind me to take it when I got off the car." Deadpool got on the co-pilot and carried the pony backpack in his arms: "Say you still have you in the trunk. Cousin’s residue, I just picked up a bone and give it to you."
Deadpool didn't know what he was holding. Maybe it was a fragment of a skull or a hip bone, but hey, he was a mercenary and not a researcher in "Bones". It was useless to recognize the bones.
So he handed the bone fragments to Adu, and Adu started the car, then rolled down the window and threw the bone fragments out of the window, turning his head and showing an Indian-style smile again.
"I will treat you as a good day."
Deadpool shrugged and watched the bone piece accurately inserted into the on the side of the road. He nodded involuntarily: "It's beautiful, my friend, put his cousin in the trunk and let him die by accident. A car accident is definitely a stroke of magic."
Driver Ahsan became excited for some reason: "Really? Do you think my current anti-hero level is just right?"
Deadpool looked at the roof of the car and thought about it, then pointed his finger at the photo hanging next to the steering wheel: "Probably, what did the beautiful Jitta say?"
"She was a little sad to know the news of Bandu's death, but after I was hungry for a few days, she stopped crying. Now it's good to me." Aduman replied with a smile, his expression full of Happiness.
"Not bad." Deadpool nodded, took a few times in his underwear, and took out a yellow and wrinkled business card: "Let me see, go to this place in Queens first, and I will find the master of imitation. ."
"Oh, it's another mercenary. I've heard of him." Adu's head rested on the bag, and he looked at the road with the following eyes: "But I never heard of you acting with him."
A reminiscence expression appeared under Wade's mask, as if it was really like this: "I have a good relationship with him, but one more person to work means one more person to divide the money, he is very stingy."
Adu didn't know if what Deadpool said was true or false, so he listened to it seriously anyway, he nodded with a look of understanding:
"In the taxi driver industry, there is also a practice of carpooling cooperation. One car has two drivers, one runs during the day and the other runs at night, but I don't want to find a night driver to cooperate because it is too troublesome."
"That's right, your car is so fragrant, like water from the Ganges, I really can't imagine what would happen if something dirty got into your car." Deadpool nodded with approval.
"Extremely right." Du Pengde stepped on the accelerator and drifted around the drain: "Sit down, Mr. D, it will be there in five minutes."
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The imitation master opened a martial arts gym at the address recorded on that card.
Yes, mercenaries don’t have business every day. They are different from those who live at home and watch cartoons or serials without a task, like Deadpool, who eat and wait to die. Imitating masters is a more enterprising kind.
His free time will be used to teach students, collect tuition fees to subsidize the family and the like. In the mercenary world, imitating the master Anthony is indeed an anomaly.
Because mercenaries come in very quickly, most of them spend money quickly, and there is no concept of financial management at all, let alone doing business.
But Anthony is different. He has no relatives, no wife or children, but his money is unknown.
Except for daily expenses such as updating equipment and arranging safe houses, he hardly has any personal hobbies. Don't smoke, don't drink, don't find a lady, and don't like luxury goods.
He used to be one of the instructors of SHIELD, but because of some things, he broke away from SHIELD and became a mercenary by himself.
Anthony teaches many students. He mainly teaches fighting skills. If Fuqiong teaches ideology, then he teaches sports.
Because he has undergone some kind of pharmacy transformation and can fully replicate other people's movements with his image-like memory ability, he has almost mastered all the martial arts skills on the earth, and as long as he has money, he can teach anyone.
Hawkeye and many Avengers are students who imitated the master, however, he has taught more villains.
His business ability is good, at least better than Wade, but being able to be friends with Deadpool means that he actually lives in his heart.
When Deadpool found him, he was teaching a few teenagers to punch on the rooftop. It looked like Wing Chun.
The young men were all covered in tattoos, with colorful moxican heads, and iron chains hanging around their necks. They looked like the miscellaneous soldiers in the fist of the Big Dipper.
Wade drew out a pair of knives and flipped through the air: "Police check! What are they doing? Go and go!"
How could the people who often mix in the streets fail to recognize the red and black uniforms of Deadpool? The students who looked fierce and vicious slipped away in a few breaths.
The imitation master, wearing a white cloak and a white skull mask, held his arms and stood watching without saying anything.
"Your students don’t look good, and they don’t have the courage to practice with me. Did you know? The bald student of Xavier was eager to try when he saw me. There is a two-meter tall student in Xavier College, and the eggs are all metallic silver Guy, he likes to beat me the most."
Deadpool looked very dissatisfied, he put away the double knives and walked to the master of imitation, still thinking about it endlessly.
Anthony couldn't hear him at all. He sorted out the sandbags and the wooden man: "What can I do if you come to me? Have a life?"
His voice changer was almost the same as that of his cousin. Deadpool thought so. Originally, Anthony looked like a handsome blond middle-aged man, but his voice filtered through the mask was like a ghost.
"There is indeed a job, I want to hire you to help me with my children."
With that said, Deadpool took out the money he earned from his cousin from his pocket, which was the deposit.
What about the money he made before? It's long gone.
No matter how much Vanessa and Wade are in love, the money that should be spent is not a lot of money. Although Deadpool's employment business is generally done, it is not a problem to make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.
He neither updated his equipment ~EbookFREE.me~ nor bought any safe houses, all the money he earned was spent on wine and women.
"what?"
The imitation master seemed to have heard it wrong, and raised his hand to take out the microphone on the helmet. After seeing Wade's serious look, he realized what he had just heard.
"I reject."
Although money is a good thing, it also depends on what kind of money it is to help Deadpool with the children?
This kind of business can't be accepted, otherwise it will be mixed with society in the future.
Deadpool immediately lay on the ground and rolled around, from one side of the roof to the other, and then slowly rolled back. He sat upright.
"Can't you imitate anyone? Just imitate a nanny for me. I am very ill. I can only get up if you promise me."
"Refuse."
There was no expression on the skull mask of the imitating master. He packed up his things and was about to leave.