"Wuhu!"

Qi Ji, who suddenly appeared in the living room, was shocked by Ivan, who was busy mopping the floor. It was almost noon in this world.

"Oh, Mr. Wade, you are back. You left very early today." Ivan, stunned for a moment, walked around Qiji and continued to mop the floor.

"Yes, yes, you know, I traveled through a whole new world, and everyone in that world liked to play stupid chase games, and the people behind chased the people in front of them."

After Qi Ji said that, he took off his mask covered with dried blood and threw it on the sofa, then took off his shoes and threw them on the ground that Ivan had just dragged over.

"Sounds good," Ivan paused and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Good news, Mr. Wade, a company I invested in this morning received a new round of 30 million financing. It seems that the company will rise soon. We now have 9% of his shares."

"Wow," Qi Ji reached out and patted Ivan on the shoulder, then sat on the sofa and bounced, "That's simply amazing, Ivan Driver! yyds!"

"?" Ivan is used to not understanding Qiji's language. He no longer asks his own questions, because whenever he asks questions, it will only give him more questions.

Ivan leaned the mop against the sofa, reached out to lift Qiji's shoes onto the shoe rack at the door, and then continued to mop the floor.

"By the way, Mr. Wade," Ivan suddenly thought of something, then stood up straight with a mop and looked at Qiji who was stealing his snacks on the sofa.

"I've been calling you today. He said he was the bartender of Sister Margaret's bartender, and he said there was a hiring task to ask you to come back and call him back. He said the hiring fee would be quite considerable this time."

"Bang!"

Qi Ji slapped his hand at the coffee table, shocked Iwan, "Who is my Deadpool? Is it someone who will be hired to kill people because of two cents?! I also have a bottom line! Although I am a mercenary,..."

"The bartender said the hiring fee this time is $1 million."

"Take care of the house, I'll go back." Qi Ji put on his mask and shoes in seconds, took his phone and left Ivan's villa.

Ivan stared at Qi Ji's departure door in a daze, then buckled his face, and after a moment of thinking, he continued to rinse the mop.

...

"I actually want to destroy a gang!"

Qi Ji, who was sitting in the dim Sister Margaret Bar, looked at the bartender weasel in surprise.

The weasel is a bastard with long hair and glasses.

If Sister Margaret Bar is a job hunting place for mercenaries, then the Weasel is the HR here.

"Yes, called the Black Blood Gang, their boss Black kidnapped the granddaughter of the San Francisco financial tycoon Lucas. They asked Lucas for a ransom of 5 million for only two days, which is until this afternoon."

"Why didn't that rich man named 'Lucas' go and redeem his granddaughter directly?" Qi Ji tapped the wooden table with his fingers, picked up a glass of cold beer, lifted up his mask and took a sip.

"This is about Lucas's face. After all, he is also a famous person. How could it be so easy to surrender? Oh, of course, your face is not a shame. Your face can only be regarded as a rotten pumpkin that was blown by a nuclear bomb. Moreover, this rotten pumpkin has been ravaged before, and the person who ravaged this pumpkin must have found no other way to vent it before."

"Hey!" Qi Ji knocked the weasel's head unhappily, and the weasel screamed in pain, "Does these damn rich bastards put their faces first at this time?"

"That's not, Wade, I know, only you can complete this task," the weasel rubbed his head and poked Qiji's chest, "because you are the only one who is immortal."

"What do you mean...ohohoh, wait until I think about it, are you saying that this mission will definitely die?"

"Actually, before contacting you this morning, twelve mercenaries took over the task, but after receiving the task, they all died. The death was very bad. They are all the most elite in the industry. I have photos here, do you want to see..." The weasel said and wanted to take out his cell phone.

"No," Qi Ji covered his hand on the weasel's hand. "I don't want to scare the cute readers and friends. Listen, help me prepare a three-tube 50-caliber Sand Eagle magazine. I'll blow up the butt of that 'blood clan' now!"

"It's not the 'blood tribe', the 'black blood gang', the 'black blood gang'." The weasel corrected.

"Okay, 'Blood Gang', I'll blow them with my beloved pistol."

"Oh my God, your understanding is really amazing," the weasel cheered for Qi Ji, then picked up the cold beer and touched Qi Ji, "Then, good luck."

...

Qi Ji sat in the back row of a taxi filled with the faint fragrance of daffodils.

"Sir, where are you going?"

A silly, hook-nosed Indian young man looked at Qi Ji through the rearview mirror. He seemed to think Qi Ji was very handsome and took a few more glances.

"Hello Difend, I think there is some strange connection between you and Mr. Deadpool. Do you know, just like Liu Cixin and the Hydropower Station."

Qi Ji said as he leaned his head and looked at his watch, "I'm going to the black factory on Suburban Highway 8. Don't worry, just walk slowly... Also, my name is Deadpool."

Defend looked at Qi Ji in the rearview mirror curiously: "Okay Mr. Deadpool, but how could you know my name sir?"

"Oh, because I saw you when I watched the first and second parts of Deadpool before. What's the name of the actor who played you?" Qi Ji pretended to think, "By the way, his name is Karan Sony, he is a kid from New Delhi, India."

"Wow, it sounds cool," said Deeppool, "Mr. Deadpool, I also think there is some mysterious connection between me and you. Are you the superhero who can spin silk?"

"No, no, don't say it."

"Are you Spider-Man?" Difend looked at Qi Ji's uniform again.

"Oh, damn." Qi Ji said and crawled towards the front co-pilot.

Difend was squeezed by Qi Ji's big butt so much that his hands couldn't hold the steering wheel, "Sir, I need to hold...well, the steering wheel."

"It's going to be done right now...it's going to be done right now..." Qi Ji squeezed into the co-pilot and adjusted his sitting position. After half a minute, he finally adjusted his posture and sat down.

"Didfend, you are the most handsome Indian guy I have ever met. The last time I met an Indian, he was still watching a stupid video of Husky eating baba."

"Wow, Husky eats baba, it sounds funny." Difend looked a little excited.

Qi Ji glanced at Difend: "Are you serious?"

"Oh, sorry," said Difend, "I mean... Husky, it's funny, he's white and black..."

"This beautiful lady should be your fiancée Jita. She was abducted by your damn, charming cousin Bandu." Qi Ji pointed to a photo of an Indian girl next to the dashboard.

"Yes Mr. Deadpool! How do you know!!" Difend looked at Qi Ji in surprise.

"Of course I know, do you know, my slim brown-skinned friend. Although Deadpool has said this in other parallel spaces, I still have to say it again. You must face love bravely and catch him hard, just like you want to kill a damn, buzzing fly!"

Qi Ji said as he clenched his fist tightly, and Di Fend also imitated Qi Ji and clenched his small fist, "As long as you grasp love, the whole world will be full of the smell of daffodils."

"But sir," Difend looked at the pendant of the daffodil sachet, "It's because there is a daffodil sachet in my car that will smell."

"Oh, you're so smart," Qi Ji glanced at the daffodil sachet, "Anyway, you must hold on to love..."

...

8th Street - Black Factory.

"Sir, it's total, 29.7 yuan... I'll charge you 29 yuan." Difend said as he looked at the price on the billing table.

"Didend, my friend, I feel that I'm taking this taxi fully illustrates an agreement in the dark," Qi Ji said seriously.

"But sir... it was the car you made an appointment."

"No... let's do it, let's have a pleasant hug, how about it?"

"Ah... OK."

Qi Ji rushed Di Fend into his arms, and Di Fend clearly smelled the bloody smell on Qi Ji's body.

There was no way, and I didn’t have time to wash my clothes, so I took a big order just after I returned from the Busan trip to the world.

After letting go of Difend, Qiji rubbed his head: "Remember, grab love."

Difend looked at Qi Ji and held his hands tightly: "I can do it, Mr. Deadpool, I will catch love! Geeta, you are mine!!!"

...

After watching the taxi leave, Qi Ji breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the wide, sparsely populated Highway 8 in front of him. There were few residents who were affected by the black factory within a radius of several kilometers.

The black factory is right next to the road. It is not black, it is just a scrapped factory.

This factory has been abandoned for a long time, and later it was occupied by a group of armed gangs. Many passers-by were robbed by the gangsters here, and even the police had no choice but to do anything about it.

It is rumored that the gang leader here is a very powerful mutant, nicknamed Black, and his men also have a well-equipped team, as well as another powerful killer named "The Joker".

Over time, I got the terrible nickname here - Black Factory.

He walked to the factory gate like a walk, and saw several corpses hanging on the unfinished building from a distance. Those people should be the pitiful and helpless mercenaries who came here before.

"Hey, man, is this a gathering place for the 'blood tribes'?" Qi Ji saw a hip-hop young man wearing oversized clothes walking out of the factory. During this time, the young man pulled the bolt of the gun.

At this time, more gang members began to walk out from all over the factory, and spears and cannons pointed at Qiji.

A man with three tear moles at the corner of his eye walked out of the crowd and pressed a pistol on Qi Ji's head, "Mercenary? Rescue? Do you know that the few people coming in front were shot into sieves by us? Why do you have the courage to go directly to the main entrance?"

"Oh, you know, these things are useless to me." Qi Ji pointed to the gun in the man's hand, "Because I have an immortal body."

"Hahahaha," the tear-mole man suddenly laughed. He looked at the gang members around him. Everyone was amused by Qi Ji's words. One laughed happier than the other, and the other laughed louder than the other.

"He actually said he has an immortal body! Oh, my god! Then I can tell you, can my gun destroy your immortal body?!"

"◥Ki Yi Li, please hurt me◤, if you do this again, I will turn black~" Qi Ji said, "After saying that, the man with tears, who was extremely arrogant just now, flew high into the air with the hand holding the gun, and the man's laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The moment the man with tears moaned as he looked at his broken hand, Qi Ji waved his knife and chopped off the man with tears moan's head.

At this time, the gang members around quickly reacted. They pulled the trigger at Qi Ji one by one, and bullets broke through the air and poured towards Qi Ji's body!

"Hey, all the members of the 'blood tribe', do you want to see a quick knife killing bullets?" Qi Ji said that, after swinging his knife, splitting several bullets closest to him into two from the middle. His two swords swayed in front of him like lightning.

The gang members were still firing fires, and he kept blocking bullets. Whenever his blade collided with the bullets, it would stir up a dazzling spark.

"puff"
Chapter completed!