America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Unlock the shackles that have been placed on my body..." Wade began to hypnotize himself.

Since he possesses an "immortal body," his body can withstand the full release of potential power.

"Let's get some adrenaline, dopamine, and stuff like that..." Wade muttered to himself.

Natasha looked at Wade with a puzzled expression; he seemed genuinely eager to win.

The scales of victory were tipping slowly toward Natasha. Natasha looked relaxed, while Wade's face was flushed. He was not only exerting force in his arms and shoulders, but also in his jaw muscles.

"Crack..."

Everyone present heard an ominous sound coming from the table. The professional assassins present had all heard this sound before; it was the sound of bones.

My arm!

Wade shouted.

“I’m sorry, so I won.” Natasha didn’t care that she had broken Wade’s right arm while arm wrestling.

"I've lost my current wife too!!"

Natasha narrowed her eyes and looked at Wade with hostility.

……

Off-screen, Dr. Banner took a big bite of his steamed baguette: "This woman is terrifying..."

“I’ve seen terrifying women like that before,” the old man said, shaking his head with a smile.

"Dad, can you tell me about it?" Banner asked gossipy.

"No way."

The old man smiled and shook his head, still making cute little gestures for people at his age.

Chapter 220 Duel, My Turn!

"I never expected to see you here."

In a corner of a bar on the basement floor of a mainland hotel, a middle-aged doctor of Asian appearance was examining Wade's injuries.

The doctor confirmed Wade's fracture after just a couple of touches, and then helped Wade reposition the broken bone and immobilize it.

The bald, veteran doctor had just watched the whole spectacle between Wade and Natasha, a smile still on his face.

"Dr. Kim, your skills are still as good as ever." Wade smiled at the Asian doctor.

"It's secured for you."

"It's free, right?" Wade asked with concern.

“Winston called me here, and I also paid him,” Dr. Kim said with a smile.

"Can we play one more game?" Wade asked Natasha.

Natasha sat on the sofa opposite Wade, holding a wine glass filled with whiskey.

Natasha turned her head and glanced at Wade, then looked away.

She and Wade sat in a corner of the bar, and no one bothered them after the arm-wrestling match ended.

Wade then glanced at the hotel manager, Winston.

“I guess you want something to eat,” Winston said to Wade.

“You said that, Scott, I’m not paying,” Wade said to Winston Scott.

"Consider it a chance to catch up," the old gentleman said with a smile.

"To the rooftop garden? That's a privilege reserved for VIPs," Winston asked Wade.

"Natasha, are you coming?"

Natasha's gaze returned to Wade. She stared at him for a moment, then gave him a definite answer: she would go.

As they slowly rode the elevator to the hotel's rooftop garden, the Manhattan cityscape at night unfolded before their eyes.

"sit down."

"Where's the food?" Wade asked.

“You must be starving.” Winston took out his phone and texted the chef, asking him to prepare a feast for Wade.

"Wade, are you out of money?"

After Natasha sat down, she looked at Wade with a suspicious gaze, her eyes filled with all sorts of prejudice against divorced and unemployed men.

Wade used to be a professional assassin, but after leaving the assassin world, no matter what legitimate job Wade did in normal society, Natasha saw it as a part-time job, not a formal one.

"My apartment was burgled, and I need to find a safe place to spend Thanksgiving." Wade's reason was perfectly valid, and it wasn't something he made up.

"I haven't congratulated you yet. Congratulations on your sister finding you."

Hotel manager Winston glanced at Wade discreetly. This guy had done his homework before coming to see Natasha, and seemed to still want to salvage his broken marriage with "Black Widow" Natasha.

Winston Scott is one of the people who knows a lot about Wade Wilson and Natasha Romanova's relationship; he was even their wedding officiant.

The two confirmed their relationship two months after they first met, and decided to get married after dating for a year. They held their wedding at a wilderness vacation home in Vancouver, Canada, and Winston remembers their wedding anniversary as September 27th.

It's strange, why would he remember these two people's wedding anniversary?

It's rare for assassin couples to last, and Wade and Natasha's current outcome is already quite good.

“Stay away from my sister,” Natasha said sternly to Wade.

"I wouldn't dare," Wade said seriously.

“I hope she can have a normal life,” Natasha said.

"What do you mean by 'normal'?" Wade suddenly felt a little unhappy after hearing Natasha's words.

“You’ll never understand,” Natasha retorted.

“Natasha, do you regret it now? If you had retired with me back then, the ‘normal life’ you longed for would have been yours, and you would have started a brand new and normal life…” Wade raised his hands and made a quotation mark gesture with his fingers.

“Will we retire together? We’ll still go through with divorce proceedings,” Natasha said.

“We’ve already discussed the divorce quite thoroughly, and Natasha, you’re the one who cares most about it,” Wade said.

“You say I don’t know what a normal life is, but John does.”

"John and his wife Helen have a little Labrador Retriever, and they take it for a walk every morning. I had breakfast at John's this morning, and let me tell you, Helen's chicken porridge was absolutely amazing, it tasted just like grandma's..."

Wade described the scene to Natasha with great enthusiasm, which moved Winston deeply.

Although John Wick has retired, many people still hope he can make a comeback, and many are quietly following his life.

However, not many people care about Wade's retirement life.

Wade's exceptionally high mission completion rate has a peculiar aspect: some people specifically assign him tasks. The more secure the security around a target targeted by Wade, the more "spectacular" their death will be. Not only are they physically eliminated, but their souls are also thoroughly humiliated.

"Ding~!"

The chef pushed a cart out of the elevator and brought up the lavish meal prepared for Wade.

"Do you have any alcohol?" Wade asked.

"Should we pour it now?" the chef asked.

“I don’t want to drink alcohol. Give me a glass of milk; I need to get some calcium,” Wade said.

The chef shook his head at Wade; he had expected this guy to always make things difficult for chefs.

The chef didn't say anything, he just kept serving the dishes.

“French cuisine? Is this even acceptable?” Wade looked at Winston.

"What do you like to eat?" Winston asked.

"Fried rice, fried rice, dumplings, orange chicken..."

“Chinatown is over there. The Chinese restaurants are still open at this time of day.” Winston pointed out the direction of Chinatown in Manhattan to Wade.

"Scott, do you have any prejudice against my preferences?"

"Too oily, and too much MSG for seasoning," Winston said.

"Looking at the mayonnaise in this salad, I dare say it contains enough oil to fry several pots of Chinese fried rice."

“Chinese fried rice is a Japanese dish,” Natasha corrected from the side.

“Let’s have a duel! Because you said fried rice is Japanese food,” Wade said, turning to Natasha.

"What?" Natasha looked puzzled.

"You dare ask why?!" Wade looked very angry, and then secretly glanced around.

Wade is searching for Bruce Banner's magical spy spot.

“Wade, I understand what you mean. You want another arm-wrestling duel.” Winston saw through Wade’s little scheme. Wade wanted to regain the face he lost in the arm-wrestling match.

“I’d be happy to oblige,” Natasha said.

Chapter 221 The Sun Sets

Can I change the channel?

"No, the show is really exciting!"

Dr. Banner watched intently as Reed and Natasha engaged in their second peaceful duel on television, a contest of eating prowess, which Hulk also watched.

"Liqun, I've cooked a pot of red beans. Go check on them in the kitchen," the old man said to Liqun.

"Red beans? Dad, can I have some red beans? I want to make red bean buns," Liqun asked his father.

"I plan to make red bean soup."

Liqun knew how his father made his red bean soup. First, he would soak the hard red beans in water overnight. The next day, he would put the soaked red beans into a pressure cooker and cook them for two hours. Finally, he would put the pressure-cooked red beans into a soup pot, add water, bring it to a boil, and sprinkle in white sugar to taste.

When the old man talked to Liqun about his past hardships, he always mentioned red bean soup.

Li Qun thought that the suffering his father was talking about was the suffering he had experienced in America in the last century. However, his father was talking about the suffering during the rise and fall of the Chinese dynasty in the two thousand years he had lived.

In the old days, my father could only enjoy red bean soup once a year during festivals; now, he can drink red bean soup whenever he wants, and he can even add a mountain of white sugar.