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Chapter 1182 Chapter 1198 It would be a waste not to make horror movies (3 updates)

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    When the two bickered, Luke watched with interest. He took off his Zorro hat and put it on the bar with one hand. He took the beer bottle on the table with the other hand and brought the bottle mouth to his mouth.

    The two people, who were very involved in the quarrel, were still moving their mouths, but their eyes glanced sideways involuntarily.

    With a slight clicking sound, the smiley mask opened left and right, retracting the collar of the battle suit behind it, revealing the face of a middle-aged white man.

    The noise between the two stopped and they both looked at the face with keen eyes.

    Gulu.

    Luke took a sip of beer leisurely: "Why don't you make any noise?"

    As he spoke, he took out an unopened bag of potato chips from the bar and looked at them. They tasted like milk chocolate.

    ??Tear it open and put a piece into your mouth. The potato chips were chewed until they made a clicking sound: "Well, except for being a little sweet, everything else is okay."

    Next to them, the Wade Wiseau duo were stunned.

    After a while, Wade spoke again: "You must be a fake v."

    "Huh?" Luke's mouth was busy, but he just cast a doubtful look with his eyes.

    Wade: "How can V eat potato chips and beer? Shouldn't you be like those British gentlemen, drinking Lipton black tea and eating Bear biscuits?"

    Luke slowly took another potato chip in his hand, still speaking in his authentic Cockney accent: "I can understand the bear biscuits, but is Lipton black tea a convenient tea bag?"

    Wade: "Yes."

    Luke: "I haven't drunk it before. In fact, I prefer drinking Dr. Pepper."

    Viso¡¯s jaw almost hit the bar: Wait, are you sick, or is there something wrong with my worldview?

    What the hell is Lipton black tea + bear biscuits + British gentleman?

    It¡¯s a pity that no one paid attention to him.

    Wade seemed to be a little interested: "Wait, don't say anything yet. Why do I feel that you look familiar?"

    As he spoke, he leaned back and patted Wiseau at the bar: "Do you think he looks like that"

    Wiseau seems to have the same feeling: "Yes, it looks very much like the guy who drives the plot. If he changes to a black suit and tie, he will probably look like a 67-year-old. Well, but this one must be a high-end version."

    Wade nodded thoughtfully and asked Luke, "What's your last name?"

    Luke chuckled: "As long as you want, you can call me Mr. Smith."

    Wade and Wiseau looked strange and said in unison: "Agent Smith?"

    Luke turned his head and showed a "humble" smile to the two of them.

    The two of them let out another ovation together: "That's it, that's the expression. It's so similar."

    Luke was too lazy to pay attention to these two hundred and fifty.

    In fact, he just needs to make sure that Wade will not commit suicide.

    He is the only mercenary he has found who wants money, professional ethics, and extraordinary strength.

    But at this moment, he didn't know that if there was the most boring thing in the world, Wade's suicide would only rank second - watching Wade commit suicide would definitely rank first.

    "So, what's going on with Agent Smith you're talking about?" he asked casually.

    With this question, Wade talked about his tragedy.

    To put it simply, this guy fainted on Christmas Eve and was sent to the hospital for examination and found to have cancer. He would not live for more than a year.

    It happened that the five million Wade earned had not been used much, so Vanessa took him running around for a month. In the end, the money was spent hundreds of thousands. No one could guarantee how long he would live, even if it was three to five years.  Will not work.

    There is nothing a stingy old man like Wade doesn¡¯t understand.

    Those private professional cancer hospitals that say there is still hope just want him to stay in and spend money. Anyway, when cancer patients die, they cannot be blamed.

    ¡°As a result, when he came to this bar to drink, he met a man in a black suit who claimed to work in the government medical department. He looked a bit like V¡¯s face, the one Wade nicknamed Agent Smith.

    It is said that they specialize in providing opportunities for terminally ill patients to recover, but this treatment has a certain experimental nature. Wade can contact him if he is willing.

    Wade chose to accept it within a few days because he knew that with normal medical treatment, he had no chance of survival.

    He didn¡¯t care about it himself, but letting Vanessa watch him die day by day, this kind of torture was too unfair to her.

    As a result, his terminal illness is now an unpleasant experience.He was cured by ??'s treatment, but his face was disfigured.

    Wade didn¡¯t elaborate on the specific treatment, and Luke didn¡¯t ask.

    He just felt that this guy might have taken some weird medicine that killed the cancer cells and regained his physical strength. The only flaw was that his appearance seemed to be contaminated by radiation.

    There are too many people engaged in black technology in this world. All of William Stella's research materials are in the storage space. He has not had time to study it. How can he have time to care about this "disfiguring" technology.

    "I have to find that damn British guy and let him restore my face so I can go see Vanessa." Wade murmured to himself.

    Wiseau subconsciously looked at a certain audience member who was very close and spoke with an authentic London accent, and said insincerely: "There is true love in the world, she loves you so much"

    Wade moved his head close to him: "Are you talking about this face?"

    Weisuo couldn't help but tilted his head and made a vomiting sound: "Okay, this is indeed a bit difficult, um, but are you sure she doesn't have any special aesthetic hobbies, such as being in love with that or something like that?"

    Wade: "She liked the old me very much, because at that time I was the most handsome man in the world, not the raped avocado now."

    Weisuo nodded in agreement: "It seems you have only one way out."

    Wade: "Yes, find Francis."

    Wiseau said almost at the same time: "Make a horror movie."

    Wade was stunned: "What?"

    Wiseau: "Look at your face. It looks like the protagonist of a monster in a horror movie. You don't even need makeup. It's a waste not to be an actor."

    Wade was silent for a moment, but decided to get back to the topic: "If I want to find Francis, I'll start with his men."

    Weisuo shrugged: "Well, he thought you were dead anyway, right?"

    Wade: "The factory was blown up to the sky. He must have thought I was dead."

    Wiseau: "Then you need a super thick mask to cover your face so as not to be noticed by him. In addition, you also need a code name. How about Death Wade? Or Evil Wade?"

    Wade waved his hands impatiently and stood up: "I have a mask and a codename - deadpool! It can scare all the villains so much that they wet their pants."

    Weisuo couldn't help but glanced sideways at someone not far away: This guy almost made me wet my pants with fear, can you take him away quickly?  If I don't leave, I will almost run out of my script book.

    Fortunately, Wade, who realized he had a plan, was already immersed in the fantasy of restoring his appearance, so he got up and left.

    Luke chuckled twice and did not stop him.

    Picking up the beer, he stood up too.

    With a clicking sound, the smiling mask rose and closed again, and he took the Zorro hatband on the bar: "I wish you a sweet dream."

    Waiting until the black cloak disappeared from the door, Weisuo took a deep breath and leaned against the wine cabinet: "Ma'er Fake, I'm scared to death."

    "If he hadn't relied on inertia to talk to Wade, he would have been paralyzed with fear.

    It¡¯s not that he is timid, it¡¯s just that he can¡¯t afford to offend the smiling people, and he doesn¡¯t want to disappear mysteriously like those killers.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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