"By the way, I remember that you and Wade made a lot of money a while ago. Why are you suddenly short of money?"
"That won't cover it. I wanted to buy a new toy but I need more money."
"It's just a toy. How could it even cost?"
"Not much actually, about 50 million dollars."
Weasel was speechless.
"Is it because I don't have any kids so I don't know about it but are the toys these days that expensive?"
Derrick sighed.
For a billionaire like Tony Stark, this much money was nothing. He could make dozens of armours every minute and blow them up in the air like fireworks.
The problem was that Derrick's total assets weren't even a fraction of what Tony spent at a party . Derrick had done some calculations, and with his current funds, he could at most make a steel undergarment.
"Well, the world is changing too fast."
Weasel shrugged, and then took out a stack of black cards: "These are high-paying tasks. You can choose one for yourself."
Derrick skimmed through the black cards, skipping those that didn't meet his requirements, and soon saw an interesting commission.
Target: Frank Amick
Commissioned content: Kill the drug lord.
Remuneration: Five million USD
Just seeing the name of the target, Derrick thought it was Frank Castle, the Punisher, but after looking again, he realized that it was a drug lord in New York.
"I'll take this commission." Seeing the generous reward, Derrick chose the commission without thinking too much.
Weasel glanced at the black card, showing an inexplicable expression: "Wait a minute. The situation with this commission is a bit special."
"Special?"
"Well, before accepting the commission, the employer has a special requirement. He wants to personally confirm the strength of the mercenary. Only after passing the test can you accept the commission."
Hearing what Weasel said, Derrick was a little surprised.
According to what he knew, employers usually hid behind the scenes when issuing commissions, trying to ensure that they didn't reveal their identities, but this employer wanted to confirm the strength of the mercenary. This was the first time Derrick had heard of such a thing.
Realizing the strangeness of the commission, Derrick couldn't help asking, "Are you sure there is no problem with the commission this time?"
Derrick had not forgotten the commission to sabotage the gangster's deal.
"Although I was compensated for it afterward, I don't want to put my life at risk for less money again."
Weasel said helplessly: "You can rest assured this time, because some have already taken the commission before you, but they were all sent back by the employer. The employer even specifically contacted me, saying that there was no need to send anyone else if they are of the same ability."
Derrick immediately became interested when he heard this. He had to see this person with his own eyes.
"Well then, as the leader of Sister Margaret's bar, it seems that I have to accept this commission."
Weasel was speechless, however, Weasel also knew Derrick's strength. In a sense, Derrick could indeed be regarded as the number one here.
"Okay, I'll contact the employer right away."
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In the outskirts of the city, a deserted construction site.
"The location mentioned by the employer should be here."
At the moment, Derrick was wearing a black hooded jacket. The hood and a black mask covered his entire head, revealing only his eyes. According to what was instructed by the employer, he walked into the construction site.
As Derrick was meeting an unknown employer, he still had to cover up, but he felt that the construction site felt obnoxiously familiar to him.
"Hey, are you the mercenary who accepted the commission this time?"
A sweet child's voice came from behind.
Derrick turned his head to look and saw a purple-haired young girl in a purple leather jacket with a black eyepatch standing behind him. At first glance, she looked like a little kid imitating a superhero.
However, she held a modified pistol in her hand. From her gun-holding posture, Derrick concluded that the girl had definitely received some professional training.
Being pointed at by the gun, Derrick didn't feel nervous at all and said cheerfully: "Yes, you must be the employer, right?"
"You're smart. It looks like you're better than the previous ones."
Seeing that Derrick didn't question her identity, the girl was oddly satisfied. She put away her pistol and said, "However, I still have to test your strength."
"Well, how do you want to test it? Should I punch your sweet face a few times?" Derrick rolled up his sleeves.
"Wait!"
The purple-haired little girl quickly stopped him. She felt that this new mercenary was in a hurry to complete the mission.
"You are a mercenary, right? First ability I need to verify is definitely your marksmanship... No... where even is your gun? Do you do missions without a gun?" The purple-haired girl looked at Derrick and, after confirming that she could not see any traces of a firearm, said in a panic.
"So you wanted to see this?"
Derrick waved his arm, and instantly there were two pistols in his hands. He had long been proficient in the skill of concealing his guns.
"Cool, it seems that you have some skill."
Seeing this scene, the girl was a little surprised. She then pointed toward the distance and said: "See those bottles? As long as you hit them all with a pistol, you'll be considered to have passed the first level."
Derrick looked in the direction she pointed, and there were four glass bottles placed horizontally about a hundred meters away.
For ordinary gunmen, it was really difficult to hit the bottles with a short-range pistol.
"No problem, young lady."
After saying that, Derrick swung his right hand sharply, and fired.
Before the girl could realize the movement clearly, she saw all four glass bottles shatter.
"This..."
The purple-haired little girl stared wide-eyed, as if she couldn't accept the scene in front of her.
At that moment, she seemed to remember something and suddenly turned her head to look at Derrick.
"Wait, I remember you. You're that superhero!"