America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

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Wade did not return to his rented apartment; instead, he left his dog in the care of John Wick and Helen before leaving.

His dog and John's Labrador are good dog friends.

Wade, dressed in a suit and tie, stood in front of John's house and knocked on the door.

"Wade?"

Upon opening the door, John's expression instantly turned serious when he saw Wade's attire.

"Relax, John. Nothing's wrong with you or me," Wade said softly with a smile.

John has been living in New York for a year now, and Wade knows what John fears most: that his past life will come back to haunt him.

"Is Mary alright?" Wade asked John.

“Mary?” John Wick frowned and began to think.

Who is Mary?

“My dog!” Wade shouted from the doorway.

“I don’t think your dog is called that,” John said calmly to Wade.

"Otherwise, what should she be called?"

“Peggy,” John replied.

“Her full name is Marie Page Venvão, and that’s the name I registered for her on her ID card.”

Chapter 209 Guardian Angel

"We are preparing breakfast, and after breakfast we will go out to walk the dog."

"That's perfect, I haven't eaten yet."

John Wick let Wade Wilson into the house.

"What's your dog's name?" Wade asked John.

"Stuart".

"Is it a boy?"

"Yeah~!"

John's answer was somewhat indifferent. This wasn't the first time Wade had asked him this question, and it seemed that Wade didn't really care about his new family member. He and Helen both adored the little Labrador.

"Let me see what you're all eating?"

Wade stood by the stove watching, and Helen looked up at him and couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong? Did John talk bad about me behind my back?"

Wade touched his face. He didn't understand why Helen would laugh every time she saw him since they first met last year. He didn't think of himself as someone who looked funny.

"New suit, looks very smart."

"Wade, have you changed jobs?" Helen stirred the soup pot; she had learned how to make Chinese porridge.

"A new job? Oh, I do have a new job."

"Hey, wanna watch my fighting match?" Wade turned around and asked John Wick, who was squatting down feeding the two dogs.

"Wear this?" John turned to look at Wade.

"No, it's like this."

Wade pulled a crumpled red spider silk mask from his pocket and put it on his head on the spot.

"It's you?" John was taken aback. The two puppies wagged their tails and began to eat their breakfast.

"Did you see it in the newspaper?"

“Yeah!” John nodded. “The New York street fighting tournament is also on TV.”

"Is this you?"

"Of course it's me."

"The deadly red spider never lingers with its opponent, defeating them in three seconds." Wade completely projected Peter's achievements onto himself.

"No wonder……"

Red Spider was a fighter that John remembered from reading the newspaper. If it were Wade, the former Madman Killer would certainly have that kind of skill.

However, John then remembered that Wade was wearing a familiar "custom" suit, so he walked over to Wade and reached out to touch the texture of the suit.

"10% content?"

The surface of the suit felt somewhat cool to the touch. John used the feel to judge the vibranium content of the bulletproof suit made by the Wakanda tailor, which contained vibranium fibers.

“It’s close, actually it’s 16% gold content.” Wade laughed smugly, but John couldn’t see him laughing because he was wearing a hood.

"You don't have that much money."

"You still have something on your mind, right..."

John Wick's gaze gradually turned cold.

"There is something I need to take care of."

"I've solved a core problem," Wade said seriously, his flippant demeanor replaced by a serious one.

"I'll show you a magic trick."

Wade stood in Helen's blind spot and pulled a Western-style kitchen knife from the knife rack.

A highly trained former professional assassin like him possesses the ability to become invisible in blind spots. He can remain beside a person without their knowledge, whenever he desires it.

Having mentally prepared himself, Wade placed his left hand on the kitchen counter and used a knife to cut off his little finger.

Wade remained silent, and John Wick instinctively straightened his back as he pondered what kind of contract Wade wanted to enter into with him.

"Ugh……"

Wade picked up the knuckle of his little finger that he had cut off and showed it to John.

John's face was tense as blood dripped from Wade's severed finger into the sink next to the control panel.

"Now is the moment when miracles will happen."

Wade reattached the severed finger, covered it with his palm, and when he opened his palm again, the wound had healed, leaving a scar around the original cut.

Wade turned on the tap in the sink, washed his hands with clean water, and showed John his self-healing miracle.

"Okay, your magic trick really scared me."

John Wick had wanted to shoot Wade in the head for years; he'd been thinking about it for years.

"I don't think you believe me."

Wade placed his left hand on the countertop again, and this time he plunged the Western-style kitchen knife into the center of his palm.

The tip of the Western-style kitchen knife was embedded deep into the wooden cutting board. The blade went in very far. All the knives in the house were carefully selected by John Wick, and the materials were very special.

Wade smiled as he pulled his left hand out of the blade, as if he were making boneless chicken feet.

John Wick looked very unhappy.

This time, Wade soiled his rare wood cutting board.

Wade covered the wound on his left hand with his right palm, and only showed it to John Wick after it had healed for a few seconds.

“That’s fine,” John said calmly.

What are you doing?

Helen turned around and saw blood on the cutting board. The kitchen knife hadn't even been inserted into the cutting board yet. Who was injured?

"I accidentally cut my hand, but it's nothing. You don't need to call an ambulance for me; the wound has already healed," Wade said to Helen with a smile, holding up both hands.

"Don't joke around, okay? I'm serious."

When Wade saw that Helen wasn't smiling, he sensed that something was terribly wrong.

Wade sensed death; the death stare came from John Wick. Wade ripped off the spiderweb hood.

"I have an older brother."

"Wade, you have an older brother?" John and Helen were also taken aback by Wade's train of thought and were clearly stunned for a moment.

"He has two holes in his hands."

Wade raised his hands, and John thought Wade was telling the truth—he really did have a brother; while Helen quickly realized that Wade was telling her a Jesus-themed hellish joke.

"He had a goldfish, and the goldfish died in the fish tank, but he couldn't get it out no matter what he did."

Helen laughed.

"Do you want me to put it on an upside-down cross for you?" John realized that Wade was telling him a Jesus joke.

Why is an upside-down cross considered blasphemy?

"Because when you're hanging on an inverted cross, you're spreading your legs instead of your arms," ​​Wade joked.

“That’s blasphemous,” Helen said, suppressing a laugh.

“When the court comes knocking, I hope you can still tell them jokes like you are now, Wade,” John Wick said.

"Courtroom?"

"If the court can't handle something, they'll come to me." Wade proudly puffed out his chest.

"Wade, what do you do for a living?" Helen couldn't help but ask.

“I am the savior.” Wade raised his fist and said to Helen very seriously.

“John is the angel Gabriel.” Wade looked at John Wick and raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"John will announce my arrival."

"So you two had this kind of relationship before?" Helen was genuinely shocked.