Vanessa, Deadpool's girlfriend.
Because she was beautiful, she worked in Hollywood for a while when she was young.
But later, she found that the Hollywood in her mind seemed to be a little different from the real Hollywood?
Devastated, she returned to New York dejectedly. Because her family situation was average, and the United States had been too chaotic in recent years.
It was either aliens or big monsters. Anyway, all kinds of disasters piled up in New York.
So she didn't find a suitable job.
Helpless, she could only do the work of selling love.
Well, the United States doesn't allow "sex."
But if it's a boyfriend and girlfriend, the police won't care. Although most of these things happen in Las Vegas, New York isn't bad either.
However, ever since she met Wade, Vanessa stopped selling love, because all her love had been snatched away by Wade, this little pervert.
Although I smoke, drink, get tattoos, and have sex, I know I'm a good person.
If this was just a joke in the East, no one would really think so.
But in the West?
Especially in this chaotic world, everyone feels that this is normal.
Many parents even think that if their children don't talk about more than a dozen partners, it will be difficult to find the one who is truly suitable for them.
Of course, if they really establish a relationship and are willing to stay together for a lifetime.
That's completely different. For example, Vanessa.
Before meeting Wade, she didn't know how many men she had slept with.
But after meeting Wade, she didn't find a second man except for Wade, even if her life was very poor and she needed to work as a waitress in a strip club.
There was no other way, she had to work with a partner.
Vanessa's education level was very low. When she was young, she felt that with her looks, she could make a name for herself in Hollywood, but later found that Hollywood wasn't so easy, so she could only come back.
At this time, it was too late to pick up the knowledge.
Without a skill, she could only do business.
There was no other way, the capitalist society was so ruthless and cruel.
Moreover, don't think that the salary in the strip club is high. In fact, working here, the salary is only slightly higher than working in a normal factory.
The real big money is the tips of the guests and some private income.
So Vanessa can only get the former income. Considering that Deadpool had cancer before he left, and for the treatment, Vanessa overdrew a lot of money and credit cards, so her life is actually very tight.
She threw a handful of sliced lemons into a wineglass that resembled a high-heeled boot.
Bottles of Corona were poured inside. This was a specialty of the bar. No matter how one looked at it, this was a specialty.
Men were really strange. They were called perverts, but in fact, most of the men who came to the bar liked to use this kind of special wine glass.
However, what they didn't know was that a box of Corona was 12.90 USD, and a special heeled beer was 16.90 USD. Two boxes of Corona were equivalent to three heeled beers.
However, this had nothing to do with Vanessa. Although she was beautiful, she sold very little alcohol.
After all, in this industry, people who couldn't let go rarely made money.
The girl in front of him who was pouring beer was called Jenny. It was said that she had also returned from Hollywood.
She was pretty and had a great figure. Vanessa saw a shadow of herself in her, so when she had nothing to do, she would often advise her to learn a skill if she had the time.
As for whether Jenny listened or not?
That was not something Vanessa could do.
Just as Vanessa was about to serve the wine, Jenny pulled her back. "Sister Vanessa, can you do me a favor?"
"What's wrong?"
"The guest at table 27 ordered the wine. Can you help me deliver it?"
"Did he harass you?"
"No, he looked at me with a scary gaze. I'm a little scared."
"Okay then."
"Thanks, Sister Vanessa. I'll treat you to milk tea tonight."
Holding a tray in one hand and a wineglass in the other, Vanessa walked through the casual seating area and finally saw the fierce-looking man that Jenny had mentioned in the booth.
To be honest, he didn't look fierce. His facial features were very masculine and gave off a good first impression. Even so, Vanessa was still shocked when she saw him.
Because he was too big!
The booth sofa that could seat two people was just right for him. Normal people needed two hands to hold the wineglass, but he could hold it with one hand. It looked as easy as holding a milk cup.
However, just as Vanessa was about to leave, the muscular man put down his wineglass.
"Do you know Wade?"
Hesitation flashed in her eyes as Vanessa asked tentatively, "You are?"
She knew that Wade had been a mercenary for a period of time. At the time, he had said that he had some good friends, but also some enemies who hated him to the core.
Therefore, Vanessa wasn't sure if the muscular man in front of her was the former or the latter.
In the face of Vanessa's probing, Nagini said calmly, "I'm a friend of his.
I've been looking for him all these years. "
Vanessa wasn't a fool. The moment Nagini said that, she instantly became alert and even wary. She took a step back. "Sorry, I don't know him."
However, Nagini took out a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of him.
There were two people in the photo, Wade and Vanessa. The two of them behaved intimately, and it was obvious that their relationship wasn't shallow.
Vanessa's expression changed the moment she saw the photo.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and a playful look appeared on Nagini's face. "That's interesting. Someone found this photo for me."
If Vanessa had only been suspicious of Nagini before, then now?
She was certain that the other party wasn't Wade's friend.
Because she knew the owner of the photo. Wade had given the photo to a very good friend of his, and based on her understanding of that friend, there was no way he would give the photo to anyone else.
Thus, hostility instantly appeared on her face.
"What do you want?"
Nagini shrugged. There wasn't much emotion on his face, but he exuded an oppressive aura.
A pair of cold eyes looked at Vanessa as he said hoarsely, "Don't play tricks.
"Don't play those useless tricks. Come with me."
But Vanessa shook her head. She raised her voice and asked, "What if I say no?"
A bar wasn't a good place. Even if Vanessa said that she already had a boyfriend, there were still b * stards who wanted to take advantage of her.
But from another perspective, most of the people who came to a bar were the same group of people, and in a place like a bar where good and bad mixed together, the boss had to have some power if he wanted to continue operating the bar.
Thus, a place like a bar was the easiest and least likely place to cause trouble.
With Vanessa's reminder, the people around them also noticed that something seemed to be wrong.
The dancers stopped dancing, and the drunkards looked at Nagini coldly. Because they couldn't be bothered to hire a DJ, and this wasn't a proper bar to begin with, there was still loud music.
But the atmosphere?
The bar, which was less noisy, was now a little more strange and cold.
Looking around, Najini stood up from the sofa when he saw the unfriendly gazes of the people around him.
With a height of 2.3 meters, his expression was cold and determined. His sturdy muscles and extremely oppressive figure made everyone present feel a little more fearful.
Many people had no concept of height. Nagini was 2.3 meters tall.
Other than him, the tallest person on the scene was not even 1.9 meters tall.
Based on 1.9 meters, there was a difference of 40 centimeters between them.
Let's say you're 1.8 meters tall and you're surrounded by a group of people who are only 1.4 meters tall.
This was probably how a high school student looked at a primary school student.
In fact, even though Nagini looked kind, his size was enough to make people afraid.
Therefore, as Nagini's gaze swept over them, the dancer's expression changed, and the drunkard's groggy mind started to sober up.
Looking at his opponent's muscles, looking at his fist, he was afraid that he would be beaten to death by this punch!
With a cold snort, Nagini's hoarse voice echoed in the bar, "I'll give you three seconds to remove your eyes from my body. Otherwise, I'll gouge your eyes out and stuff them into your mouths."
However, before Nagini could even begin the countdown, a voice suddenly rang out.
All the heroes present obediently retracted their gazes, and the dancers on the stage started their seductive dance again.
Inwardly cursing these b * stards, Vanessa looked at the faint smile on Nagini's face and shrank back. She was thinking about how to escape.
Unfortunately, Najini, who had seen through her thoughts, knocked her out with a backhand.
He casually took out a roll of half-used cash and casually threw it on the sofa.
Then, he carried Vanessa on his shoulder and swaggered away.
As for the bar?
As if nothing had happened, those who were dancing continued to dance, those who were drinking continued to drink. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
Only two or three minutes later?
Jenny, who had asked Vanessa to help deliver the wine to Nagini, sneaked to booth number 27. Looking at the half-used roll of cash on the sofa, she estimated that it was about seven to eight hundred dollars. She couldn't help but smile happily.
As for guilt?
Haha, old auntie, you think too simply of people born in 2000.