The Death Knell

"Hi, mr.dp, it's another nice day?"

The Indian driver Du Pengde, referred to as Adu, was driving his yellow taxi and parked at the alley not far from Al's house.

When he saw Deadpool getting into the car, he greeted him with Ah San's curry-flavored enthusiasm.

"Phew, I put the Stinger missile in the trunk. Remember to remind me to pick it up when I get out of the car." Deadpool got into the passenger seat and held the pony backpack in his arms: "By the way, you are still in the trunk. Cousin’s remnants, I just picked up a bone and give it to you.”

Deadpool didn't know what he was holding, maybe it was a skull fragment or a hip bone, but hey, he was a mercenary, not a researcher in "Bones", so there was no point in identifying the bones.

So he handed the bone fragment to Adu, who started the car, then rolled down the window and threw the bone fragment out of the window with a whoosh, then turned around and showed an Indian-style smile.

"I'll just take it as what you said it was a good day."

Deadpool shrugged, looking at the bone fragment inserted accurately into a pile of dog shit on the roadside, and couldn't help but nodded: "Well done, my friend, put my cousin in the trunk and let him die in an accident." The car accident was definitely a stroke of genius.”

Driver Ah San got 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 for a while, then pointed at the photo hanging next to the steering wheel: "Probably, what did the beautiful Gita say?"

"She was a little sad when she heard the news about Bandu's death, but after I starved her for a few days, she stopped crying and is very good to me now." Adu replied with a smile, his expression full of happy.

"Not bad." Deadpool nodded, dug into his underwear a few times, and took out a yellowed and wrinkled business card: "Let me take a look. Let's go to this place in Queens first, and I'll find the Taskmaster. .”

"Oh, it's another mercenary. I've heard of him." Adu rested his head on the bag and looked at the road with his eyes lowered: "But I've never heard of you acting together with him."

Wade's mask showed a reminiscing expression, and it seemed like this: "I have a good relationship with him, but one more person to work means one more person to share the money. He is very stingy."

Adu didn't know whether what Deadpool said was true or not, but he listened seriously anyway. He nodded with understanding:

"In our taxi driver industry, we also have the practice of carpooling cooperation. There are two drivers in a car, one driving during the day and one driving at night. But I am not willing to find a night shift driver to cooperate because it is too troublesome."

"You're right. Your car smells so good, just like the water of the Ganges. I really can't imagine what it would be like if something dirty got into your car." Deadpool nodded with deep approval.

"That's right." Du Pengde stepped on the accelerator hard and drifted over the ditch and turned around: "Sit tight, Mr. D. We'll be there in five minutes."

.............................

Taskmaster opened a martial arts gym at the address recorded on that business card.

Yes, mercenaries don't have business every day. Unlike Deadpool, who stays at home watching cartoons or TV series when he doesn't have a job, eating and waiting to die, Taskmaster is a more enterprising type.

He would use his free time to teach students and collect some tuition fees to support his family. In the world of mercenaries, Anthony, the master of imitation, is indeed an anomaly.

Because mercenaries come in money very quickly, most of them spend money very quickly and have no concept of financial management, let alone doing business.

But Anthony is different. He has no relatives, wife or children, but the whereabouts of his money is unknown.

Apart from daily expenses such as updating equipment and decorating safe houses, he has almost no personal hobbies. Don't smoke, don't drink, don't look for girls, and don't like luxury goods.

He used to be one of SHIELD's instructors, but because of some things, he left SHIELD and became a mercenary on his own.

Anthony taught many students, and he mainly taught fighting skills. If Fortune teaches ideological and moral character, then he teaches physical education.

Because he has undergone some kind of chemical transformation and can completely copy other people's movements with his image-like memory ability, he has mastered almost all martial arts skills on the earth, and as long as he has money, he can teach anyone.

Hawkeye and many Avengers are students of Taskmaster, however, he has taught more villains.

His business ability is good, at least better than Wade's, but being friends with Deadpool means that he actually has a bitch in his heart.

When Deadpool found him, he was teaching a few teenagers to box on the rooftop. It looked like Wing Chun.

Those young men are all covered in tattoos, have colorful mohawks, and have iron chains hanging around their necks. They look like the soldiers in Fist of the North Star.

Wade pulled out his two knives and flipped them in the air: "The police are checking! What are they doing? Let's go, let's go!"

How could people who often hang out on the streets not recognize Deadpool's red and black uniform? The fierce-looking trainees slipped away in a few breaths.

Wearing a white cloak and a white skull mask, Taskmaster folded his arms and stood watching without saying anything.

"Your students don't look very good, and they don't have the courage to practice with me. Do you know? Xavier's bald students are eager to try when they see me. There is a student in Xavier Academy who is two meters tall and has metallic silver balls. The guy who likes to beat me the most."

Deadpool looked very dissatisfied. He put away his swords and walked towards Taskmaster, muttering endlessly.

Anthony pretended that he couldn't hear him at all. He arranged the sandbags and wooden figures and said, "Why do you come to me? Are you alive?"

His voice changer is just like his cousin's, Deadpool thought. Originally, Anthony looked like a handsome middle-aged guy with blond hair and blue eyes, but after being filtered by the mask, his voice sounded like a ghost.

"There is indeed a job. I want to hire you to help me take care of the children."

With that said, Deadpool took out the money he earned from his cousin, which was the deposit, from his pocket.

What about the money he earned before? All spent long ago.

Even if Vanessa and Wade are truly in love, the money they should spend is not a lot of money. Although Deadpool's employment business is average, there is no problem in making hundreds of thousands of dollars every year.

He neither updated his equipment nor bought any safe houses, and spent all the money he earned on alcohol and women.

"ha?"

As if he heard wrongly, Taskmaster raised his hand and took out the radio on his helmet. Only after seeing Wade's serious look did he realize what he had just heard.

"I reject."

Although money is a good thing, it also depends on what kind of money it is. Helping Deadpool take care of his children?

You can't accept this kind of business, otherwise you won't be able to join society in the future.

Deadpool immediately lay down on the ground and rolled around, rolling from one side of the rooftop to the other, then slowly rolling back again, and he sat upright.

"Can't you imitate anyone? Impersonate a nanny for me. I'm very ill. I can only get up if you promise me."

"reject."

There was no expression on Taskmaster's skull mask at all. He packed up his things and prepared to leave.