Seeing Wade's terrifyingly disfigured face, Weasel gave up on the idea of persuasion.
'His face is…' Thinking about Wade's face, Weasel suddenly looked at Derrick.
"Wade, didn't you say that the two of you have the same abilities? Why didn't his face change?" After the two arrived, Wade told Weasel everything, including his and Derrick's Ability.
Wade thought that Derrick had a genetic mutation just like himself.
In this regard, Derrick explained while drinking water, "The cancer cells in Wade's body have not been completely eliminated, they are just not as fast as the healing cells in his body, so, he became how he is now." "Poor Wade, I can understand you, really, after all, you look like a hybrid mutant avocado ghost." Weasel said.
His words not only failed to comfort Wade but aroused Wade's anger even more.
Wade slammed the table and stood up immediately, "I changed my mind. Before meeting Vanessa, I have to find that damn concrete and force him to fix my face. I will then return everything to him without reservation, finally use a gun to put a hole in his head and use his head as a shitting cup for the dogs in the motherfuckin future!"
Weasel said, "Sorry, I didn't want to know about that at all and I don't want to imagine that picture either."
"But, that Francis guy you just mentioned. He doesn't know you're both alive, does he?"
"Yes, he should think we are dead." Derrick nodded.At that time, Derrick had heard what Francis said before he left with Angel.
According to Francis, Wade and Derrick already died in the fire.
"As a friendly reminder, if you want to find trouble with Francis, remember to disguise yourself. Wear a mask or something... Wade, I'm not targeting you, it's just that your current appearance is… It's easy to recognize."
Wade was not angry, but nodded in agreement, "You are right, I want to give myself a stage name too. A code name similar to Captain America. Captain Wade? What do you think?"
"Yeah, definitely no. It's bad, we need to think about something else."
"Let's just name you Deadpool," Derrick said as he pointed to the blackboard above the bar.
There are many names and bets on the blackboard. This was the characteristic gameplay of this mercenary bar. The game was very simple. It is to bet on which mercenary will die within a certain period of time and the person who wins the bet will get double the money.
Hearing the name, Wade's eyes lit up.
"Deadpool? That name sounds good. Okay, I'll be Deadpool from now on."
Derrick asked curiously. "It's just that, how will you find Francis? Now that he has run away and the clues from the research institute have been burned, there shouldn't be any traces of him left."
"How do you think I got into that lab before?" Wade asked.
He already had the means to meet Francis again.
"They need a large number of experimental subjects but they are also afraid of attracting the attention of the government, so their recruitment is carried out in secret. As long as I follow a few clues, sooner or later, I will be able to find the exact identity and location of Francis." Wade answered while sipping on his wine.
"Okay, then all the best to you. Call me when you need help, I will come for sure."
Derrick did offer to help but Wade had no intention of asking Derrick to join.
Although Derrick also had the super healing ability, in terms of other strengths, Derrick was lacking. He had almost no combat ability.
As an elite mercenary, Wade doesn't need the help of Derrick, a novice.
Therefore, the two of them did not talk about it much.
As for Derrick, he has more important issues to resolve than taking revenge on Francis.
That is, he needed some kind of legal document or some identity proof on him.
It would be a problem for him, especially in the country of America where police officers often ask people to show their identity proofs. Under such circumstances, it may be a luxury for Derrick to live a normal life in the coming times.
Therefore, Derrick urgently needs some kind of legal identification or maybe, a forged identity.
As for what to do...
Derrick rubbed his chin and turned his gaze to look at Weasel. He suddenly had an idea when he looked at Weasel's face.
'I...don't feel very good.' Weasel said in his mind when he noticed Derrick's gaze.
"I heard that you are recruiting mercenaries here. Do you think I am suitable for it by any chance?" Derrick asked as he put down the bottle of water.