Siheyuan: I'm not happy, don't even think about having a good life

Just as everyone was chatting, Deadpool, who had no chance to speak, suddenly let out a strange and enchanting cry, and then his body began to become transparent starting from his legs.

"No, no, my handsome face, my eight-pack abs, my perfect mermaid line, I don't want to go back!"

Everyone was stunned. Deadpool just disappeared in front of them.

The same goes for Hong Guan. It seems that the future has changed, but Deadpool has disappeared. Could it be that Wade in the future has died before he becomes Deadpool?

At night, everyone held a small party. Many hotel waiters joined in. Red Devil, Cannonball, Logan and others all hugged the waitresses and laughed, having a great time.

Charles, Lao Wan and Hong Guan, the three of them stood on the balcony, looking at the bright lights and feasting in the distance. "Old Cha, are you worried about something?"

"Yes, after seeing those specimens today, I realized that humans will never accept mutants. In their eyes, we are always aliens."

"Haha, what the aliens said is right, but it's not that they can't accept mutants, but they can't accept mutants not being under their control. What are your plans next?"

"I plan to go to the Caribbean with Eric, occupy an island, and establish our own mutant country."

Hong Guan was speechless. Professor X, who had never experienced any setbacks and was as innocent as a child, became disgusted with the world so easily.

But this is fine, maybe it will be more fun. "Very good, then you should sell your ancestral property, right? The money needed to build a country is not a small amount."

"Of course, I will sell all my property and take the money to go to sea."

"If you have properties like manors, castles, or buildings, you can sell them to me. The Magic Dragon Hotel is expanding, and this is what we need."

"Of course, I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

The cocktail party ended quickly and everyone left with their female companions, but Eric and Charles, two old friends, finally got together to discuss the future of mutants.

A week later, the team from the Magic Dragon Hotel contacted Charles to acquire useful properties, including a textile factory. However, the evaluators sent to the textile factory disappeared one after another.

This made Hong Guan feel strange, so he took Riven and Darwin to the textile factory to have some fun.

"Brother Guan, this place is too shabby. Is it necessary for us to buy it?"

“Haha, this place is certainly not suitable for opening a hotel, but the land is large and after renovation, it can be used to produce hotel supplies, which can reduce costs.

We can also hollow out the underground and use it as our base. Those guys are quiet now, but we don’t know when they will jump out again and seek death, so we still have to be on guard.

Finally, you also need a place to train. Let’s go in and see what’s going on!”

A group of three people drove into the factory. Hong Guan was the boss, Ruiwen was the secretary, and Darwin was the driver. There were three skin colors, absolutely ZZZQ.

"We are from the Magic Dragon Hotel. We have been ordered to come here to evaluate the place and need to see the factory manager here."

A little fat boy with a greasy face, about ten years old, was holding a pork elbow in his hand and looking at Riven with lustful eyes.

"Come with me, I'll take you to see the factory manager."

The fat boy led the way in front, and the three followed behind. When they passed a field of pork hanging upside down, Hong Guan felt more and more familiar with this place.

Finally, I saw a black guy in the office, about thirty years old.

Looking at this familiar face, which only looked much younger, Hong Guan finally remembered that this was Sloan when he was young, and this was the textile factory where the Brotherhood later moved.

"Are you the factory manager here?"

"Hello sir, my name is Sloane."

As expected, Hong Guan didn't care about the other things, but he was still a little interested in the bullet turning technique.

"We are from the Magic Dragon Hotel, and we are here to evaluate this textile factory. From what we know, the efficiency here is not very good. I just saw that many places are vacant.

Some spaces have been converted into slaughterhouses, which has not been seen in previous reports.”

Sloan kept smiling. "Yes, this is an old textile factory with aging equipment and staff. It is not easy to maintain production.

I hope the Magic Dragon Hotel will not acquire this textile factory. We are ready to pool our money together to buy it. We are reluctant to leave this place. "

Hong Guan looked at Sloan with a smile, "Is that true?"

"Of course, you must be from a flower-growing family. You have an old saying: Humans are not plants or trees, so how can they be heartless?"

Playing with the almighty ring on his hand, he showed a playful smile, "I don't think it's right. Our Dragon Hotel is involved in assassin missions. As far as I know, there is an organization in Bald Eagle called the Assassin Brotherhood.

I heard that its purpose is the same as mine, to punish evildoers and eliminate evil, and it doesn't charge any money. Does it sound familiar to you?"

The smile on Sloane's face froze. "Sorry, we are just honest people. We don't know anything about the Assassin Brotherhood!"

"Haha, you see, I'm confused. It doesn't matter whether you know it or not. I just want to discuss it with you. Isn't it absurd that you said you don't charge money?"

At this time, Sloan was not yet the old man whose name appeared on the loom. He should still have ideals. "I think it's very good. After all, the people need such an organization. They can't afford to hire killers."

“Hahahaha,” Hong Guan slapped his thigh, “I just think they are stupid. It’s a pity that I don’t know where they are, otherwise I must cooperate with them.

If they want to kill someone, we will cooperate with them, talk to the enemy of the target, collect the money and then do it. The money we receive will be divided 50-50 and we will get rich together. How great is that!"

The corner of Sloan's mouth twitched, he was already somewhat tempted. After all, they also had to eat, but relying on a textile factory and the spoils of killing, they were in a very miserable situation!

"What if his enemies are unwilling to pay?"

"Then we can find someone to expose the truth, that is, they hire killers, and then let them fight each other. If they don't fight each other, we will do it and create the illusion of a fight. How perfect!"

Sloan is already Spartan, so this is fine too. If you want to criticize, it has to be you guys, otherwise why is it called the Dragon Hotel!

"Well, I don't understand these, but I think this is not good and it's against the law. Why don't we talk about it and give us some time to buy the factory.

Your Magic Dragon Hotel is a big business, why don't you change the location and build a textile factory? It shouldn't cost much, how about that? "

Hong Guan shook his head gently. "In our flower-growing family, we pay attention to the eye and feng shui. I think this place is very eye-catching, and the feng shui is also very good. What do you think?"

Sloan stood up slowly and looked at Hong Guan steadily. A fake smile appeared on his face. "Do you think I still have a chance?"

Hong Guan patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's not how you get an opportunity. If I were you, I would choose to cooperate. We would all have food to eat, and you could eat well. What do you think?"

Of course, this is not to say that if this broken textile factory wants to use the Dragon Hotel to imitate the model of mainland hotels, it must have a trump card that can be used. The Assassin Brotherhood is a good target.

Sloan also understood what it meant and nodded, "Okay, we'll consider it!"

"Okay then, I look forward to seeing you next time!"

After the three men drove away, a fat man appeared. He had a beard and was wearing a greasy apron. He was the butcher who was now in charge of the knife skills.

"Sloan, the gunsmith has already set up an ambush. Do you want to deal with them?"

"Okay, according to the original plan, the money to buy the textile factory will soon be enough. We can't give this place to others!"

On the top of a building, a modern gunsmith, holding a telescope, saw the kite rising in the textile factory, grinned, raised his sniper rifle, and locked onto the vehicle of the three people.

Hong Guan understood everything and opened the window of the back seat. Riven was still thinking about what had just happened. Darwin was like a qualified driver who was only responsible for driving.

"Brother Guan, is there anything special about that textile factory?"

He held Riven in his arms and stroked her hair, "You are very smart. The textile factory is the base of the Assassin Brotherhood. There is a loom there, which is said to be a gift from the God of Destiny.

They can issue orders to the Brotherhood to assassinate those who are guilty. Another point is that their gun skills are very strong, and their combat effectiveness exceeds that of ordinary second-level mutants.

As long as he has a gun in his hand, he is close to the strength of a level 3 mutant. If he sets up an ambush in advance, a level 3 mutant can also assassinate, such as Charles. "

"Isn't Charles the level 4 mutant you mentioned?"

"Haha, but they can carry out the assassination from two kilometers away, which is beyond Charles's detection range of malicious intent!"

While the two were talking, the gunsmith pulled the trigger and prepared to get up, waiting for Hong Guan to be shot in the head before leaving.

But he was horrified to find through the sight that a steel ball ejected by Hong Guan actually collided with the high-speed bullet, breaking the bullet into pieces.

"Poschet!" Noticing that Hong Guan seemed to be looking at him, his hair stood on end. He dropped his gun and stood up to run.

But at this time, Hong Guan had already taken out the sword talisman and stuck it on his forehead. Just as the gunsmith was about to slide down the cableway, a red mist appeared in front of him and quickly condensed into a red devil.

He subconsciously took out his gun and emptied the magazine at the Red Devil. The jagged sword in the Red Devil's hand danced continuously, splitting all the bullets into two.

Just as the gunsmith was surprised, the Red Devil's tail had already wrapped around his neck. The tail tightened, making him feel suffocated and his eyeballs were about to pop out!

Fortunately, the Red Devil did not kill them. Accompanied by a red mist, the two men disappeared. When they reappeared, they were already at the roadside. Hong Guan was standing beside the car, looking at the gunsmith calmly.

"Say your code name!"

The gunsmith glanced at Hong Guan and lowered his head like a mute.

"Haha, I just like people like you who are tough. Asazo, take him back to the secret room and wait for me to come back. Let's have some fun. Don't let me down!"

Before the gunsmith understood what was going on, he was taken away by the Red Devil. Darwin was already mourning for the gunsmith. Hong Guan was playing a prank on others. He was really not a human being!