Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 945 - A 2.5-million Commission For an Idiot

Chapter 945: A 2.5-million Commission For an Idiot

On the other side, Wade made 10,000 dollars in cash and bought Vanessa some clothes that would be fun for both parties. He spent two days happily.
That night, he and Vanessa were reading a book on the couch.
The silence was suddenly broken. “Do you think the author has a screw loose? Why did he let Drake Storm die? And with a hole in his head to boot?”
Vanessa hummed lazily. “This is Cassol. His books always exceed your expectations.”
Wade threw the book away angrily. “But I’m not here to see the male lead with a hole in his head. How did he die? Unless this turns into a fantasy novel, the series will end here. What kind of sh*t is this?”
Vanessa chuckled. “I remember. When you first read this, you said it wasn’t as good as Adventure Time?”
Wade said, “Of course. That’s my favorite cartoon… one of them.”
Vanessa could only kick him. “Are you sure the book isn’t good?”
Wade stuck to his decision and nodded. “It’s not.”
Vanessa suddenly stood up. “What if it’s like this?”
She picked up the book and showed him an illustration.
The moment Wade saw the woman in the picture, he curled his lip and turned his head. “This woman is really ugly.”
Vanessa was very satisfied with his reaction. “What if I want to act it out?”
Wade sat up straight. “How?”
Vanessa drew circles on the illustration with her finger. “Of course it’s a detective roleplay! We don’t have sunflowers at home, but we do have roses. We can use ketchup for blood, or maple syrup. As for this victim, it’s me, of course! You play the murderer, alright?”
Wade was already nodding frantically. “Okay, okay, that works.”
Vanessa smiled. “I’m going to take a shower first before I put on makeup. You can prepare the props for the rest of the case.”
Wade immediately jumped up and ran to the kitchen. “Five minutes will do.”
Vanessa waved her hand and walked into the bathroom.
In the kitchen, Wade rummaged through the cabinets and muttered incessantly. “Where’s the maple syrup? Damn it, is that all? With ketchup? But sweeter seems a little better…”
Suddenly, a London accent rang out not far away. “Mr. Wade Wilson, it seems that I came at the wrong time?”
Startled, Wade turned around and grabbed a kitchen knife.
A black figure walked in from the balcony and closed the door.
Looking at the person, Wade dropped the kitchen knife in his hand and exclaimed, “Smiley Face?”
Luke put down the box and said, “As an uninvited client, you should know my official name: V.”
Stumped for a moment, Wade looked at him suspiciously. “Are you an imposter?”
“That’s up to you to decide, Mr. Wilson.” Luke chuckled. “But let’s talk business first.”
He then gestured at the bathroom behind him. “I’ll be done before your girlfriend comes out.”
Wade was shocked. That was right. If this guy refused to leave, wouldn’t he faint from blood loss when Vanessa came out?
He nodded decisively. “Okay, what business?”
Attack him? That was impossible.
Putting aside the question of who was stronger, Wade wouldn’t do such a stupid thing with Vanessa around.
If he really wanted to beat up this guy who had forced his way in, he would do it when Vanessa wasn’t around.
Also, this was Vanessa’s place.
He had been freeloading here for days. If Wade wrecked another place, Vanessa would probably fly into a rage.
Luke, however, gestured at the big box. “Let me show you the deposit first.”
He pressed down on the box and then opened it to reveal stacks of green bills.
Wade’s eyes widened, and he subconsciously exclaimed, “Wow~”
Luke said, “Mr. Wilson, I’m now formally offering you a top-level commission. Your rule is that you have to be paid 50% up front first.”
Wade murmured, “How much is this?”
He had never seen so much money in his life.
Luke said, “Two and a half million dollars. It’s all untraceable, old bills.”
Just perfect for an idiot like you. Luke silently criticized a certain mercenary in his heart.
Wade’s feet subconsciously moved over.
He couldn’t resist the pull of the box.
In front of money, he was insignificant and helpless, like all other human beings on Earth.
He took two steps forward, and with a bang, the pile of green bills disappeared, their cute outlines hidden from view by that hateful box.
Luke asked, “Now, do you want to hear the details?”
Wade nodded without hesitation.
“Seven o’clock tomorrow night. I want you to be in the southwest corner of Staten Island for an hour…” said Luke.
Wade immediately nodded. “I’ll do it.”
He cut in quickly.
At that moment, Luke finished his sentence unhurriedly. “…as V.”
Wade nodded twice, then suddenly came back to himself. “Wait, what did you say? Hang around there for an hour as V?”
Luke said, “That’s right. I want you to hang out for an hour as Smiley Face who has a 2-million bounty on his head.”
Wade’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you’re looking for a scapegoat?”
Luke said, “Do you think you can die so easily? Don’t you have the confidence to survive?”
“Of course I do…” Wade said, “Ah, wait! There are hundreds of people in New York looking for you right now, and you want me to pretend to be you and die? I’m the strongest Wade, but not Superman. That’s hundreds of professional hitmen, not hundreds of pigs.”
Luke chuckled and shook his head. “If it were a few hundred pigs, would I have to pay you 5 million? A lot of people would be willing to do it for 500 bucks.”
Wade was lost for words.
The smiling masked man, who was also the guy who called himself V, only had a bounty of 2 million on him, but hundreds of hitmen had come for it too!
Luke said again, “Also, there are only about 120 to 150 hitmen, and not as many as you think.”
Wade: …What’s the difference? In any case, they’re not pigs.
Looking at his expression, Luke continued, “Also, these people will receive a message from you at half past six tomorrow night.”
Wade: “WTF?!”
Looking at his disbelieving expression, Luke said indifferently, “Now, you can choose whether or not you want to accept this job. You better hurry up. This offer is only valid until your girlfriend comes out.”