Marvel: Friendship System, Deadpool is my best friend

After Chen Ye hung up the phone, he slowly closed his eyes.

Those damned mice should be the SHIELD group that monitored Chen Ye before.

This made Chen Ye even more dissatisfied with SHIELD, and he made up his mind that if there was a next time, Chen Ye would not mind giving them some trouble.

Chen Ye glanced at the clock in the restaurant. It was almost dinner time again, and it was time to prepare for business.

"Pietro, it's time to prepare the ingredients for me. I'm about to start work." Chen Ye hurriedly ordered.

"Chen, I'm not coming back to eat tonight. I'm going to the bar next door to pick up girls," Deadpool quickly interrupted.

"It's time to find a chef for the restaurant. It's too tiring to do it myself. I have to hire a waiter, too, or I'll be too busy," Chen Ye complained in a low voice.

. . . . . . . . .

At night, the empty "Good Luck" restaurant gradually became popular.

"Old Chen, as usual, give me General Tso's chicken, a fried dumpling, and a Yangzhou fried rice."

This is Butler, a snakehead from Hell's Kitchen, a frequent customer of Good Luck.

He came with two shy Asian girls.

After a while, Chen Ye served the dishes, then wiped his hands, looked at the two young Asian girls and said, "Why, you brought two girls to pay respects today?"

"They just smuggled in, and they insisted on staying when they were asked to leave. They said they came here to make money, so they brought them to pay respects. Everyone knows that in Hell's Kitchen, you are the only one who can make them do business with peace of mind."

The snakehead Butler said while picking up the dishes with chopsticks.

"Okay, then take them to Ginny's place. It's all a small matter." Chen Ye said nonchalantly.

After listening, Butler gestured to the two girls, which should have been agreed before coming.

The two girls took out scattered money from their bags, which totaled less than a thousand dollars and handed it to Chen Ye.

"No, keep this money for yourself. Do I look like I need this money?" Chen Ye waved his hand and refused.

The two girls stuffed the money into their pockets as if they didn't hear it.

"Take it. Other streets will take it, but you won't. They will have opinions. Besides, if you don't take it, these girls will not feel safe. Just think of it as helping them." Butler picked up a piece of General Tso's chicken and said.

"Okay, okay. I'll take this money. I'll save it for you first. When you have saved enough money, you can leave Hell's Kitchen and come to me. Eat, eat quickly, both of you. Do you want to eat something else? I'll make it for you."

Chen Ye reluctantly took the money and gestured for them to eat quickly.

Just as Chen Ye was chatting with the two girls, a figure walked towards the restaurant from the apartment.

"Hey, isn't this Lao Ma? It's rare to see you come to the restaurant today. Don't you always dislike Chinese food?"

Pietro teased when he saw Marcus coming over.

Chen Ye heard Pietro's voice, stopped talking to the two girls, raised his head and looked in the direction of Marcus.

"It's not time to pay the rent today, what's wrong, Lao Ma?" Chen Ye asked.

Lao Ma first found a seat near the bar and sat down, then said to Chen Ye with a serious expression: "Chen, I need your help."

Chen Ye also noticed something was wrong, because Chen Ye smelled a faint smell of alcohol and blood from Lao Ma.

"Tell me, what is the problem that even the Continental Hotel can't solve, and you are a small landlord who has to trouble you." Chen Ye suddenly felt something was wrong.

Marcus is an old man over fifty years old and one of the killers of the Continental Hotel.

At first, Chen Ye thought Marcus was the Green Goblin in Marvel, but later he found out that he just looked like the Green Goblin.

He was just rescued by Chen Ye in an accident, and then he has been living in Chen Ye's apartment. He usually stays at home and rarely interacts with others.

The Continental Hotel can be said to be a jack of all trades. As long as you pay, you can get information, hire assassins, bodyguards, etc.

Of course, they don't use US dollars, but a kind of gold coin.

Basically, 80% of the killers in New York will register as members of the Continental Hotel.

The Continental Hotel is a gathering place for killers.

Of course, there are still many various killer organizations in the outside world, but they are not enough to compete with the Continental Hotel.

This shows how powerful the Continental Hotel is. Of course, everything is because there is another organization behind the Continental Hotel-the High Table.

"It's just that I have an old friend who got into some trouble recently, and then he was chased by the killer and fled here to find me. He wanted to rest.

A few days."

Marcus' voice was so low that he couldn't even hear it.

Chen Ye's eyes widened after hearing this, "Don't tell me that the people from the high table and the people from the hand and the meeting have been looking for someone in Hell's Kitchen these days. They are not looking for your friend, right?"

Marcus nodded embarrassedly after hearing this.

Chen Ye stared at Marcus and continued to ask loudly: "You won't tell me that your friend is in our apartment now!"

Chen Ye hoped that Marcus would say the word "not" at this time.

But Chen Ye's hope was shattered, and Marcus nodded slowly.

"Damn, how did you bring this trouble here! I want to raise the rent, and raise the rent severely." Chen Ye said helplessly.

"So your friend did something to complain about the world, why didn't he go to the mainland hotel, but came to my small place to find you."

Seeing that things had come to this point, Chen Ye could only ask.

"My friend is called John Wick, and he is also a killer. He is my old friend. As for why he escaped here, I haven't asked him clearly, but he was shot and hasn't woken up yet. I'm going to tell you right away. "Marcus said quickly.

Chen Ye listened to this familiar name, as if he had seen it in a movie in his previous life.

After all, he has been here for more than 20 years. Even if Chen Ye is smart and has a good memory, he can't remember everything.

Chen Ye asked uncertainly: "Does your friend have a middle-parted hairstyle?"

Marcus nodded.

Chen Ye continued to ask: "Does your friend like dogs very much?"

Marcus continued to nod like a ruthless nodding machine.

The last question: "Does your friend have a title called Night Devil?"

Looking at Marcus nodding on the side, Chen Ye confirmed that the man was the protagonist of a movie about rapid pursuit.

Pietro on the side also interrupted and said: "It's the Night Devil who killed an entire Russian gang for a dog. Wow, so cool. ”

“So, Chen, you will help us, right? If it doesn’t work, I will take people away from here immediately. I won’t let you down.” Marcus continued to ask.

Chen Ye was silent for a while, and Marcus on the side looked at Chen Ye expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Chen Ye took off his apron and said, “Let’s go, where can you go? Gao Taizhuo’s people came to assassinate, and it’s obvious that they have offended the high-level officials of the high-level table.

As for whether you will be involved or not, when you step into my territory, you are my people by default.

Lao Ma, you are my tenant after all. For your sake, I still have to go and see that guy.

Besides, our apartment lobby is still short of a security guard. ”

“Will it be too much trouble for you? After all, the other party is the high-level table.” Lao Ma said uneasily.

Chen Ye rolled his eyes: “You have brought people here, tell me if it’s troublesome or not. I don’t care about the high-level table or the low-level table. This is Hell’s Kitchen, let’s go upstairs. 　”