I sell devil fruit in the United States

With his hands stained with blood for the first time, Rorschach felt much calmer than he expected.

He didn't feel panic, or even feel guilty. Anyway, those guys were seeking death on their own, and Rorschach felt at ease.

He even thought about whether he was exposed to the camera, whether he left any clues, whether he would be found by the police, and so on.

Fortunately, the place where the incident occurred was a relatively backward and chaotic slum area. Rorschach also paid special attention when he left. There were no cameras or anything around the place where the incident occurred.

This is also a matter of course.

Those delinquent young men must be there specifically to rob someone. How could there be cameras or anything like that?

Moreover, when he came back, Luo Xia also took some desolate trails and left as few traces as possible.

As for the others.

Love whatever you want, just let fate!

Shaking his head and throwing away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Luo Xia changed out of the clothes with several bullet holes on his body and took a nice bath.

After finishing, I lay comfortably on the bed and started playing with my phone.

"Store manager! Are you there? Wade calls!"

Not even after playing two games, another message from Deadpool suddenly appeared on social software.

But this time Deadpool didn't post it in the group, but Rorschach in a private chat.

It seemed like there was something serious going on, not gossiping about himself and Helen Zhao.

Rorschach was naturally able to distinguish priorities, so he quit the game and replied.

"What's wrong Wade?"

"I would like to ask, do our devil fruits have the kind that can give ordinary people combat power? It would be best if they could deal with some killers."

Rorschach couldn't help but laugh.

Wade actually asked if there were any fruits that could improve combat effectiveness?

This is what Devil Fruits mainly do!

"Of course with Wade, there are not only some, but many more!"

"For example, the sickle fruit now available in the store can make people shoot sickle-like air waves, such as the sonic fruit, which can send out sonic attacks from the mouth, and the thorn fruit, which can condense thorns as weapons..."

Rorschach briefly introduced several corresponding Devil Fruits to Wade.

"But Wade, I must remind you that even if you eat a devil fruit, the power a person with abilities can exert is closely related to the physical fitness of the person with abilities."

"All Devil Fruits are not very powerful when they are first eaten. They need continuous development and training to slowly become stronger."

"If you want to become a master overnight by eating a Devil Fruit, I'm afraid that's unrealistic."

"Devil Fruit only opens a way for you to become stronger, but how far you can go depends on the will of the esper."

That's right.

Deadpool was lost in thought.

He planned to buy another Devil Fruit, and his main consideration was to make Vanessa safer.

After all, Deadpool is a mercenary, and he has many enemies. There were enemies who came to him before, but they were all killed by Deadpool.

But Vanessa was also frightened a lot.

But there is nothing more Deadpool can do about this. Apart from moving and keeping a low profile so as not to be exposed, there is no good way.

But now, the appearance of Devil Fruit has made everything different. He can directly transform Vanessa.

But transformation is transformation, and Deadpool doesn't want to change Vanessa's life, let alone make Vanessa suffer.

Attack-type Devil Fruits are a bit inappropriate.

"So store manager, what if it's some devil fruits that enhance defense?" Deadpool thought for a while and asked again.

"Of course there are."

"Don't you need to train hard for these devil fruits?"

"All devil fruits need to be developed, otherwise you will only get a rudimentary ability."

"But for defensive devil fruits, even if they have some basic abilities, they are enough to deal with some attacks from swords and guns."

Deadpool knew it.

It’s a defensive devil fruit!

"I know the store manager, and I know how to choose. In a few days, I may go to you again to buy a Devil Fruit."

Deadpool knew it.

"Really, Wade? I'm looking forward to this day." Rorschach couldn't help but reply with a smile.

Deadpool looks unreliable, but he is actually very, very reliable when he gets things done.

Not to mention a big customer who was introduced to me, he actually planned to come back in two days.

Not bad, good customer.

"Discount! Don't forget my discount then!"

Deadpool emphasized this point and then quit social software.

"Time to work!"

Sitting on the roof, basking in the moon, Deadpool murmured in a low voice and began to dial a number.

After a while, a voice came from inside: "Mr. Wade, have you changed your mind?"

"Yes Wesley, I changed my mind. I can help you, but the price of 50 is low. That's the famous Daredevil of Hell's Kitchen!"

"Mr. Wade, price has never been an issue, especially for a legendary mercenary like you. Our boss is not stingy with money. I would like to ask, what made you change your mind?"

"It's really annoying. Why do you guys who want to kill people always have so many problems... I'm short of money now, very short of money! Is that okay?"

"Mr. Wade, do you have time now? Let's meet at the old place?"

"That `s a deal!"

After hanging up the phone, Deadpool jumped off the roof and disappeared into the night.

Two hours later, he appeared outside an abandoned building in Hell's Kitchen with a very coquettish pace.

But he was stopped by two guards at the entrance.

"Mr. Wade, you are not allowed to carry any weapons."

In the compound, Wesley, who had been waiting at the scene for a long time, said to Deadpool from a distance.

"It's ironic that a murderer can be so cowardly."

Deadpool sneered unceremoniously, but still took off the two swords he was carrying and handed them to the guards.

This was put in.

"You should know that if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need a sword at all, right?"

Deadpool sat down in front of Wesley unceremoniously.

"I don't doubt that, if you really are Mr. Wade."

Wesley adjusted his glasses and made a request, "Now, please take off your mask."

"Sorry, are we here for a blind date? Do you still need to see if I'm handsome?"

"I'm just verifying your identity, please understand."

"The guy who rules Hell's Kitchen is actually so cowardly? If you can't believe me, just let..."

"Shh, we never mention his name. Also, Mr. Wade, if you want to continue talking, please take off your mask."

"OK, OK, it's really troublesome!"

Although somewhat reluctant, who would let this be the requirement of the employer?

Deadpool finally took off his mask.

A brand-new face appeared in front of Wesley.