The only player in the Marvel universe.

Chapter 200 He looks quite unique

Oklahoma City!

This is the capital of Oklahoma, USA, with a strong cowboy atmosphere, and you can see people dressed in cowboy clothing everywhere on the street.

Two figures slowly walked out of the street, and behind them, several figures could be vaguely seen lying motionless on the ground.

Holding the pistol he had just seized, Du Mu grumbled, "They shoot at the drop of a hat? Such honest and simple people... could we have somehow ended up in Gotham?"

Wade waved his hand: "You're overthinking it, buddy. Look up at this huge sun. How could it be that bat amusement park where it's always raining?"

Du Mu surveyed the surroundings and asked, "Wade, are you sure there are suitable players here?"

"Yes, buddy, we have it! This is 'Logan,' with both an old wolf and a cub. Buy one get one free!"

Wade thumped his chest loudly, but then changed the subject, his tone wistful: "But speaking of which, the old wolf here is having a really tough time. He's too old to use his claws anymore, and he's being chased and beaten by a bunch of minor raiders. In the end, he dies a miserable death at his own hands. Waaah, it's so touching! This script is breaking my heart!"

"Two qualified reserve players, that's good."

Du Mu nodded, automatically filtering out Wade's nonsense and accurately extracting the core information.

"So, where are they?"

"According to the timeline, they will soon pass by Harris Casino. We can stake out there in advance and give that weathered old wolf a surprise."

After finalizing the plan, the two immediately took action.

Du Mu found a car by the roadside, opened the door with a master key, then pulled out the power cord to start the engine, all in one smooth motion.

Wade exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you're so professional! Where did you learn that? GTA?"

"Without him, it's just a matter of practice."

Du Mu calmly got into the driver's seat, adjusted the rearview mirror, and didn't bother with this kind of pretentious act.

The car sped off toward the Harris Casino.

In the passenger seat, Wade's mouth was like a floodgate opened, pouring out in a completely illogical way, saying almost whatever came to mind.

He crossed his legs and swung his toes smugly: "I'm not afraid to tell you, I've actually been seriously drafting my application letter to the Avengers. The wording is elegant, and it fully demonstrates my sense of responsibility and unparalleled sense of humor."

"As soon as Marvel completes its acquisition of Fox's universe and opens the Marvel portal, I'll immediately apply for a job at Avengers Tower in New York. I'm confident that with my unique charm and abilities, they'll be eager to recruit me into the Avengers!"

"Give up, they won't hire you," Du Mu said mercilessly.

He knew the personalities of the Avengers members well; someone like Wade, a complete idiot, was someone he'd tell to get as far away from as possible.

Besides, even he couldn't get into the Avengers, so why should Wade?

"You don't understand!"

Wade waved his hand confidently: "Now that Tony Stark is dead, Captain America has retired and become an old relic, Thor, that big oaf, has gone to another galaxy to hang out with the Galactic Dance Crew, Hulk has given up his martial arts career, and even my ex-wife Black Widow is dead, the Avengers are currently in dire need of manpower."

Is your Avengers team missing a member?

Du Mu thought about it carefully.

Hmm, it seems like everything is complete.

Wade continued, "Plus, Marvel's movies have gotten worse and worse, a complete mess of political correctness, resulting in a double collapse in box office and critical reception. They desperately need a savior who can handle the hype, keep the show in check, and make the audience laugh. Obviously, I am that savior who will save Marvel, the Marvel Jesus!"

"Sorry, you won't be the savior, because Marvel will only get worse and worse. Decades later, superheroes will be full of buffs, and characters like you who have no buffs at all will just be swept into the dustbin of history and forgotten by all Marvel fans."

Wade spoiled Du Mu's plans, and in return, Du Mu naturally had to spoil them for him too.

Don't forget, Du Mu is from the future, and he knows all too well how Marvel will end.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Wade burst into exaggerated laughter, waving his hands forcefully, denying this reality.

"With me on board, along with Tony Stark's godson, my dear Peter Parker, we will join forces to save the dying Phase Four and Phase Five, create the most perfect Avengers 5 and 6, and become the highest-grossing Marvel Cinematic Universe film!"

Wade was completely absorbed in his grand plan to save the Marvel Universe, spewing out useless information.

Du Mu ignored him and went straight to the game system settings, turning the volume down to the lowest level.

Yes, this game also has a volume adjustment function.

However, Du Mu had never used this feature because it was not very useful. He never expected that one day, this almost useless game setting would come in handy because of Wade.

Du Mu blocked Wade's voice, but still saw a bunch of subtitles floating in front of him, filling the chat box completely, so he simply turned off the subtitles as well.

The world is instantly quiet now!

Soon, Du Mu drove to a large, brightly lit casino.

In the passenger seat, Wade's mouth continued to open and close, accompanied by a variety of hand gestures, putting on a silent monologue.

Du Mu interrupted him directly: "Stop talking nonsense and quickly change your outfit. What if people misunderstand us as bad guys if you go in like this?"

Wade:

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Your mask makes you look more evil than the villain, and you have the nerve to say that to me!?

When Wade saw some clothes in the car, he intended to take off his clothes and change right there in the car, but Du Mu kicked him out of the car.

Before Wade could get angry, Du Mu threw a handful of banknotes hard in his face.

"Go to the clothing store next door and buy a new one to wear."

"Yes, Captain!"

Wade's anger vanished instantly, and he happily ran to the clothing store next door.

As for where Du Mu got these banknotes, he accidentally bumped into a few passersby on the street when he landed, and accidentally triggered his theft skill, so he swiped them from them.

Not long after, Wade emerged from the clothing store dressed in denim, but still wearing his panda-eye headgear.

He swaggered over to the car, one hand on his hip, the other making a gesture as if he were holding a revolver and blowing out gunpowder.

"Hey buddy, don't I look handsome in this outfit?"

"good."

Du Mu pushed open the car door and got out.

He had also changed his clothes, removed his magic mask, revealing a face as imposing as a reader's, and paired with a charming suit, he completely overwhelmed Wade in front of him.

Wade stared in disbelief: "Wow! How can you be so handsome... wait, how come your face isn't disfigured!?"

"Who said my face is disfigured?"

"Everyone knows Doom's face is disfigured, pitted and scarred like the surface of the moon, which is why he always wears that iron mask. That's how it's portrayed in the comics and movies. You're blatantly violating the fundamental law!"

"I've already told you, I'm not the Doom you're talking about, I'm Doom."

"Fuck! I thought we were the same kind of people, but you betrayed me!"

Wade became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he had been betrayed by Du Mu.

Du Mu looked at him with interest, raising an eyebrow slightly: "So, your face is disfigured too?"

"No! No! Don't talk nonsense!"

Wade immediately launched into a triple denial, his voice unconsciously rising: "My face is perfectly fine! Not only is it smooth and handsome, but it's also incredibly charming. I was once voted the sexiest man in America. You know, the last person to be voted that was Logan. I wear a hood purely for personal style!"

"Oh?" Du Mu's tone was clearly skeptical. "Since it's so good, let's pick it and take a look."

"don't want!"

Wade covered his head with both hands and took a half step back.

"It's okay, I promise I won't laugh at you."

"I refuse! A man's mask, a woman's age—these are taboo subjects that cannot be touched!"

"A thousand dollars."

Wade hesitated for a moment, going through an internal struggle, before finally whispering, "Okay, it's a deal, you can't make fun of my face!"

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person."

With Du Mu's assurance, Wade, in an almost tragic manner, removed his mask, revealing a terrifying, pockmarked face.

How should I put it? He looks like Freddy from A Nightmare on Elm Street, the kind of guy who could scare people to death if he walked out at night.

Du Mu wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but remembering his promise to Wade, he could only say, "Your face... is really quite unique."

Wade's eyes lit up: "Tell me quickly, how is it special?"

"Extremely...extremely ugly."

Wade:

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Du Mu looked at Wade, who had instantly deflated, and shrugged indifferently, feeling no guilt whatsoever.

You can't blame him for this; it was Wade who insisted on pressing him. He's always been honest since he was a child, always saying what he thinks, which is one of his strengths and can't be changed.

Du Mu told Wade to put the hood back on.

There's no way around it, this guy is scarier with the hood off than with it on. It's not a big deal if he gets scared, but it's not good if he scares the flowers and plants on the roadside.

Upon entering the casino, Wade instantly revived, his dejection vanished, and he pulled out the stack of US dollars he had just earned from Du Mu. With great fanfare, he exchanged them all for chips and plunged headfirst into the nearest roulette table.

Du Mu didn't stop them; since the target hadn't arrived yet, he let them be.

He didn't sit idle either; he borrowed chips from a few kind-hearted people who wouldn't refuse, found a spot, and started playing too.

Not long after, Wade strode over like a defeated rooster, cursing, "Fuck! This lousy roulette wheel has definitely been tampered with! How could someone with my godlike luck like me, Wade, lose every single time? It's not scientific! Du Mu, I strongly suggest we smash this casino..."

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His complaints came to an abrupt end.

Because he saw that on the green velvet cloth in front of Du Mu, the chips had already piled up into a considerable small mountain, while the young and sexy dealer opposite him was shaking the dice shakily, his chest muscles trembling wildly.

"Fuck God!"

Wade gasped, lunging forward with wide, white-rimmed eyes: "Dude, you won all of this?"

Du Mu won another round, doubling his chips once again.

He nodded, adopting a nonchalant and matter-of-fact attitude, not even bothering to say a word, displaying the demeanor of a master.

Wade was shocked: "Are you Doom or Gambit? Your gambling skills are just too damn good!"

Du Mu stacked his newly acquired chips and calmly said, "The 'King of Cards' you mentioned, before you showed up, I had robbed him of everything except a pair of patterned underwear."

"Daddy Doom!"

Without hesitation, Wade knelt down and hugged Du Mu's leg: "Teach me! Please! To be honest, I've always had a dream: to dominate the entire casino!"

"You don't have the aptitude; you can't learn it," Du Mu decisively refused.

"I think I can have it."

No, you didn't.

Du Mu didn't want to be bothered by this guy, so he tossed him a dozen or so chips: "Take your dreams and get out of here."

"Okay!"

Wade immediately got up and ran away, which made the people around him both disgusted and envious. They also wanted to curry favor with him!

Ignoring the stares of those around him, Du Mu played a few more rounds of cards, his chips still piling up.

Finally, the casino manager, sweating profusely, strode over with a professional smile and asked Du Mu in a respectful, low voice if he would like to move to the VIP room upstairs, where the environment was more elegant and the spending limit was higher.

There was no way around it; Du Mu had won too much, and some gamblers around him had started blindly following his betting patterns. If he continued to win like this, the table would be in serious trouble.

Du Mu knew when to stop. He was just passing the time while waiting, and there was no need to attract too much attention. He exchanged the mountain of chips in front of him for a thick stack of large cash checks, and then got up to find Wade.

He walked through the bustling slot machine area and roulette tables and spotted Wade at one of them.

Wade sat in the main seat with his legs crossed, his toes swaying smugly, exuding an arrogant "I'm the best" aura.

Two blonde women with long, wavy hair sat on either side of him, giggling and feeding him fruit.

What surprised Du Mu even more was that a small stack of chips had also been piled up on the gambling table in front of Wade. Although it was not as much as what he had just won, the amount was still quite considerable.

Du Mu was stunned: "Wade, did you win this?"

Seeing Du Mu approach, Wade said smugly, "That's right, I went all in with your chips at the highest odds. I admit there was an element of gambling involved, but I won! Look, all these little treasures are what I won back!"

Du Mu's lips twitched. He thought Wade, looking so pathetic, would never win any money, but unexpectedly, the guy stumbled upon a stroke of luck.

He still held a sliver of hope: "So, what about your money? You haven't spent it yet, right?"

Wade laughed heartily, "Do you think I, Uncle Wade, am that stingy? Of course, this is just what I had left over! If I don't enjoy winning money, then what's the point of winning? Otherwise, where do you think this air-freighted fruit, and these two beautiful women beside me, came from?"

Du Mu: ".."

Wade sensed something was wrong with Du Mu's expression and, incredulous, said in a hurt tone, "You've changed! You're actually jealous of my talent!"

Du Mu wasn't in the mood for jokes and sighed, "The money I won through gambling isn't something I can just spend casually."

"Huh? Why? Is there money that can't be spent?" Wade scoffed.

"I'm not kidding, this money can only be used for charity, otherwise it will bring unpredictable bad luck."

"Come on, that's not scientific at all. I think you're just unhappy that I won—"

Wade's words came to an abrupt halt.

He suddenly froze, his arm, which was halfway through a swing, hanging in mid-air, his movements stiff.

Not only him, but everyone present froze in place!

The entire bustling casino instantly transformed into a silent wax museum, eerily so!

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