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Opposite Madison Park, on East 24th Street, walk less than meters along a fairly spacious path. After passing the facade made of two marble columns, several well-dressed foremen and the manager of the store are already waiting. .

"Take us to the reserved location."

A black man with a thug style walked straight into the crowd. The crowd immediately surged up like a startled school of fish and followed the man into the restaurant.

Unlike most Michelin restaurants, the entire "No. 11 Restaurant" is divided into two floors. At first glance, the building structure looks more like a gorgeous branch of a fast food brand. However, once you enter the restaurant, you will be impressed by its elegant decoration. Captured, two rows of prismatic chandeliers are suspended from the ceiling. As a light source, they can fill the quiet space and entertain the diners. Those expensive paintings are full of texture under the well-defined shadows.

It is said that "Restaurant Eleven" has been structured like this since its establishment in 1998. It was awarded one Michelin star in 2009 and was successfully promoted to three Michelin stars in 2011. Since then, residents of Manhattan have wanted to If you want to taste the delicious food of "Restaurant No. " again, you must make a reservation two days in advance to have the opportunity to sit and dine with the elites of the upper class.

"Didn't Mr. Fisk reserve the place?"

When the black man entered the second floor, he saw a waiter hurriedly clearing away the tableware left by previous diners, and turned to the manager to question.

This Mr. Fisk was referring to Kingpin, one of the powerful men in Hell's Kitchen. His name, resounding throughout the New York business community, would always be so useful in a place like this.

"Sorry Mr. Stan"

"We were negligent"

After the manager apologized to the man named Stan in a panic, he quickly directed the waiters present to speed up the cleaning process.

Stan would come half an hour earlier than the reservation time, which was indeed unexpected by the entire "Restaurant Eleven" management, but they did not dare to refuse Stan because of this.

You must know that Stan has always appeared as the spokesperson of "The Vanishing Man" Dilognazzo. No one has ever dared to look down on Stan, which means that he will face full revenge from Dilonazzo.

Moreover, the people who booked the restaurant this time were Kingpin and Wilson Grant Fisk, and they had offended two New York giants at the same time. I am afraid that "Eleven Restaurant" will be "obliterated" in every sense, from the bottom employees to the board members.

"Humph."

"Is our great Mr. Fisk here?"

Stan snorted coldly, pushed away the flustered foreman, and found a table to sit down alone.

"Because the scheduled time is seven o'clock and Mr. Fisk hasn't come yet."

"Mr. Stan, where is your desk?"

The manager suppressed his fear of Stan and tried to take Stan to the correct seat with a smile. That was the seat reserved by Kingpin himself. At that time, Kingpin also specifically emphasized that only the window seat can see the best view. landscape.

However, Stan glared at the manager and waved him away. Stan would not allow the Kingpin to be humbled. He represented the dignity of Di Lonazzo. If he gave in on any small matter, it would be Di Lonazzo's fault. Lonazzo's disrespect.

Of course, Stan is not entirely arbitrary. There is an invisible man beside him who has been guiding Stan's every move. Even choosing this table was a direct order given by the invisible man to Stan.

"Is this okay?"

"Mr. DiLognazzo"

After Stan drove away all the people who were in the way, he whispered softly into the air aside, as if there was really a person standing there.

"That's it, Stan."

"We'll just wait here for Kingpin to see what he's up to."

A hoarse voice in the air responded to Stan. It was Dilo Nazzo, who had always remained invisible. He had been following Stan since he entered "Restaurant No. 11".

The reason why Di Lognazzo did this was to ensure that he could escape unscathed after meeting Kingpin. Deep in his heart, he still had a slight fear of Kingpin, who took both black and white.

"Little bald head~"

"I won't go home for dinner today"

On the other side, in Saitama and Parker's apartment, Deadpool said comfortably with his feet on the dining table and a copy of the latest Playboy in his hand.

"Um"

As soon as Saitama heard that Deadpool finally stopped eating, he immediately turned to look at Deadpool.

"That's right, that's right, I won't have dinner, you heard me right."

Deadpool stood up. The alarm clock he set had just gone off. It was time to go to "Restaurant Eleven" to ambush and prepare to kill Dilo Nazzo.

"Hey, I said"

Before Saitama could say more, Deadpool jumped out of the window holding the Playboy full of sexy photos.

"do not worry"

"I hid the gun in the trash can downstairs, it's okay."

I don’t know if Deadpool misunderstood something, but his mean voice could be heard under the window.

"I just want to say, you don't have your cell phone with you."

Saitama stood in the kitchen holding a mobile phone. He glanced helplessly at the window and then at the stew that was still cooking. There was no doubt that instead of giving Deadpool a mobile phone, it was more important to ensure that the stew was not cooked. some.

So Saitama put his phone on his right side, and while controlling the heat of the stew, he cracked a few eggs and planned to make sandwiches.

"Beep beep beep."

However, not long after Deadpool left, the phone rang. Saitama was in a hurry for a while before he finished the work at hand and pressed the answer button on the phone screen.

"Deadpool, don't go to Restaurant Eleven. It's a trap."

"You will be killed by the Kingpin. Come back soon."

As soon as the call, which showed the name Weasel, was connected, a man's roar came from the other end of the phone, sounding very anxious.

"Uh, Deadpool, he forgot his phone here."

"Did he do something dangerous?"

Saitama held his phone in confusion, not understanding what the situation was now.

"Oh, hello, I'm Jack Hammer. It's the first time I've heard someone else's voice on Deadpool's phone. I'm still not used to it."

"If it's convenient, can you go and stop that loser Deadpool? Otherwise, if he is caught by Kingpin and does some inhumane experiments, this bitch will have nowhere to get the hundreds of dollars in drink money he owes me."

"After all, it's impossible to ask Kingpin for it, right? I believe you can understand me, brother, or maybe you are his lover."

If the weasel's impression on Saitama was just a little abnormal at first, then when Saitama heard the last sentence, he was convinced that this guy was a perfect match for being friends with Deadpool.

Saitama couldn't hold it back and smashed the phone into pieces. He didn't hear what the other person said next.

"Stop Deadpool, right?"

After Saitama threw his phone into the trash can, he found a piece of paper on the dining table, which contained the address and time of the mission, as well as the tongue-twisting name pronounced "Dilonazzo".

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