Looking at the middle fingers that almost poked into his nostrils, Wade was not ashamed but proud, and his voice grew louder and louder.

Sharon didn't interrupt, just writing on his back. Even when Wade finished, Sharon wasn't finished. Other people gathered around curiously. When they saw what Sharon wrote, they almost laughed.

Sharon made a "silent" gesture. After a long time, he put down his pen and patted Wade on the shoulder: "finish!"

"So fast? Thank you, detective. "

Wade didn't pay attention to the smiling expression of the people around him. He twisted his waist proudly: "come on, take a picture of me. I'll send it to my girlfriend to make her envy."

This time, no one refused him. Others took out their mobile phones, took a fierce shot at Wade, and even took a lot of group photos.

Wade also cooperated with the people in posing, twisting his waist and shining his muscles. It was not easy for him to turn around and look at the photos taken by the people when they were almost done.

"Walter Falk?"

Wade's face turned green in an instant.

The picture shows that on the left of his back is a vivid little turtle with the name "wade Wilson" written on his shell.

On the right, there is a little man with a simple stroke. There are long waves on the top of the head, protruding forward and warping backward. At a glance, it is a woman.

Then the woman was holding the turtle's neck and slapping her face.

"Sharon, stop!"

Wade roared, pulled out his gun and pointed it at Sharon.

Sharon, who was walking towards first class, heard Wade's roar, hummed and glanced back coldly.

With this look in his eyes, Wade felt as if he were standing naked in the snow at minus 40 degrees, and then a bucket of ice water was directly buckled on his head, making himself cold from head to foot and from inside to outside.

In a trance, Wade felt another voice in his mind shouting wildly: "stop, idiot, stop. If you provoke this guy now, you'll die. You'll really die... Counseling, don't be ashamed of yourself in front of him... It's a big deal. When you have the body of immortality in the future, you'll take revenge... Damn it, you fool *, put down the gun immediately, asshole! "

Wade stepped forward, put the gun back into the holster in the blink of an eye, took Sharon's hand and cried: "thank you, detective Xie, I like the signature you gave me so much. Come on, ask for a kiss..."

Sharon kicked him out, turned and walked up the stairs.

Wade stood up without changing his face and heart. He took his mobile phone and said, "detective Xie's unique signature... No, it's a simple stroke. It must be very valuable. Ha ha, I'm going to be rich."

The people around turned their eyes at the same time and were completely defeated by Wade's face.

Sharon came to first class, saw Viggo attached to the desktop, looked at the tablet, smiled and said, "how did you find that guy?"

"Wade Wilson?" Viggo smiled bitterly. "I recommended it to me by security captain Ma Wei. It turned out that they were comrades in arms. After retirement, Wade became a free mercenary. I heard that he has a strong working ability and the task completion rate is almost 100%, so I hired him. "

As he spoke, Viggo bared his teeth: "it's just that Marvey said in advance that the guy's mouth is very weak. Now it seems that he really didn't say anything wrong."

Sharon couldn't help laughing.

Yes, Wade Wilson is good in other aspects except that he has more words, stinks his mouth, lacks character and will become ugly in the future.

Sharon sat down behind him. The plane began to taxi and soon took off. After the plane was stable, Viggo untied the complete belt and said to Sharon, "it would have taken more than half a month to prepare, but things changed and had to be urgently advanced."

With that, he handed the tablet to Sharon.

Sharon took a look, frowned and said, "what does that mean?"

"This is the thermal photo sent back by the reconnaissance satellite I launched 24 hours ago. You can see that there is a heat source in the pyramid sealed under the ice and snow. "

Sharon raised an eyebrow: "it's impossible."

"Yes, it should be impossible." Viggo sighed, "but I've repeatedly confirmed that the photos are not fake and the satellite is not wrong. So I guess something may happen to the pyramid. "

Looking at the pyramid pattern outlined by the red light in the photo, Sharon frowned and said in a deep voice: "you should know that someone found this place in the last world. But after all these years, no one knows what's hidden there. "

Viggo nodded: "I know. It is said that because of several failed investigations, the senior management of the polar bear was angry and planned to detonate the second big Ivan there, but it was stopped by the rational military."

"In that case, do you still want to go in?"

"No way. I've prepared so much. It's not easy to have a glimmer of hope. I can't give up."

Viggo sighed and was silent for a moment. He suddenly remembered something and said, "yes, there's another small thing. Because of the constraints of international conventions, the exploration of Antarctica must be under the banner of scientific research, that is, there must be a formal scientific expedition. "

"No way. I hired some more scientists to wait for us on the icebreaker. But you don't have to worry about their bad things. When we get to the south pole, we'll put them in the nearest scientific research station. After we get supplies from the scientific research station, we'll take a sledge to the pyramid. "

"It's up to you. Anyway, my task is to protect you. As for the others, I don't care." Sharon crossed her legs and lay comfortably on the sofa. "Where's the stewardess in a simple uniform? Don't hide, old man. Let them come out and pour the wine. "

Looking at Sharon's appearance, Viggo couldn't help laughing: "the stewardess didn't, but there's a guy with broken mouth below. Do you want him to come up with you?"

Sharon immediately got goose bumps and quickly shook his head.

In the dark network, No. 1 to No. 7 are online again, but this time everyone's momentum is not enough.

"The plan was a success." The electronic sound didn't cover up the sigh of No. 7, "but why doesn't it feel right?"

Yes, it seems that the plan has succeeded. When Hans and his gang are finished, they will kill them.

But why can't you feel the joy of victory?

After a while, No. 1 began to cheer everyone up: "what's the big deal? The last spotlight was robbed by the NIA agent. That's good. We should have kept a low profile. Now everyone's attention is focused on him, and we can continue to carry out the follow-up plan. "

Others nodded one after another, and No. 2 said, "what's more, the agent has just left the United States. It is estimated that he will not come back to disturb us in a short time."

"I hope so." No. 7 sighed again, "do you want to take this opportunity to let him never come back?"

"No!" No. 1 said, "we have been moving frequently recently, and the national department has begun to pay attention. Although we haven't focused on us, our tentacles have begun to extend, and we will be found sooner or later."

"So at this time, it's better to do more than less. What's more, after the incident in New York, the underground forces in New York have been completely lost. Now is a good time for us to take over. "

No. 7 sighed: "I'm just worried that raising tigers may bring us great trouble in the future."