"My name is Domino."

The black girl said her name, and then Deadpool asked her seriously.

"Well, Domino. What special abilities do you have?"

"I'm lucky." Domino answered seriously, but obviously, her statement was not convincing.

"Good luck. If you are so lucky, why do you still appear here? This is not the kind of place where lucky people will stay. In comparison, I think the 24-hour convenience store selling lottery tickets may be more suitable for you!"

"Ha, believe me. If you give me either a first prize or a first prize every time, you will never be willing to spend time playing this kind of game again. This is too boring, and it is even a waste of this talent given to you by God."

Domino said such words casually, and to mention the Deadpool who loves money like life, even the weasel showed a feeling of envy.

It has always been their dream to make a lot of money by closing their eyes. If they had such luck, who would have done this kind of work with their heads on their belts? They would have experienced the happiness of rich people long ago.

Don’t talk about ideals or pursuits to people like them. Their ideals are to make money, and pursuits are to make big money. Of course, this is probably a dream that they can’t realize in their lifetime, so they just wailed like a dog, and then they seriously returned to the topic.

"I don't believe you, Domino. Luck is only temporary and must not be treated as a superpower. I want to cross you, yes, I want to eliminate you!"

Deadpool wanted to exercise her power as a judge, but the other judge, Weasel, was not very happy. After all, although Domino's luck sounded unreliable, as a mercenary, she could be verified in the past.

The information in his hand clearly showed that every previous mission was solved by Domino in a very magical way. It was common for him to accidentally choke to death by drinking water, or if the top secret information fell from the plane and fell directly in front of her. With so many extraordinary normal conditions at the bottom, he obviously could not take Domino's luck lightly. So immediately, he said to Deadpool in a low voice.

"Wade, I think you should change your attitude. If you are so tough, be careful of being beaten by her luck. Anyone who knows her knows that this girl's luck is so evil!"

"I've seen a weasel. This is a scientific society. Don't tell me about such superstitious topics. I'm just sitting here and determined to give her a cross. I don't believe it anymore. What can her luck do to me!"

Relying on his immortality, Deadpool was very tough. However, soon, he realized what the face of Emperor Ou was.

Domino's information is not only available to them, but also to Maria. For a mercenary who can repeatedly complete difficult tasks by relying on luck, Maria said it was absolutely impossible for him to be uninterested.

For someone like her who has been engaged in confidential incidents for many years, she is very clear about this situation. No matter how precise your plan is, you can only achieve that ten percent of your ability. This is the limit that manpower can achieve, and the one or two percent of the lack of it will ultimately fall on irrational luck.

This is what is called planning depends on others, and success depends on God. No matter how great you have, you cannot control this.

Of course, luck cannot be controlled, but it can be taken advantage of. For example, putting a lucky person in his team will seem like a good idea to score points, provided that Domino is really as lucky as the legendary one. However, this kind of thing is unreasonable, and the key is to look at the real response on the scene. So without hesitation, Maria called the Weasel again.

"Hey, it's me, there's one thing I need you to verify."

After receiving Maria's call, the weasel's first reaction was of course nodding and bowing immediately. But soon, his expression changed and he began to look embarrassed.

"Is this a bit inappropriate? I mean, it's too sad to have feelings."

His voice could only let Deadpool hear such a little thing. And because Maria was saying something, because he had been covering the microphone, Deadpool could not hear clearly.

This made Deadpool very unhappy. You know, being a judge is a rare thing for Deadpool. He enjoys the feeling of being able to decide if others go or stay with just a few nonsense. In this process, he certainly does not want anyone to intervene in and interfere with his power. So immediately, he said to the Weasel.

"Give me the phone number and ask me to tell BSS. She should believe in my vision. I have lived so much, but I have never missed anyone!"

"BSS hung up the phone. She had already made arrangements and didn't plan to listen to you."

The weasel hung up the phone and shrugged at Wade with helpless expression. When he heard this, Wade was about to complain, but was immediately attracted by the movements of the weasel beside him.

The weasel took out a gun and was stuffing bullets into the magazine with difficulty. Seeing his actions, Wade immediately covered his face with both hands and screamed loudly.

"Weasel, what are you doing? Are you actually playing with a gun?"

As a good friend of the Weasel for many years, he certainly understood the problem of the Weasel. This is a very sissy guy, and his biggest characteristic is that he is afraid of pain. According to his own words, if he hits his toes today, then he will not think about working this day.

No matter how you say it, the gun still has a little reaction force. Just like an ordinary person who plays with a large caliber pistol, he will sprain his wrist if he is accidentally. Unless you play with a super-super lady's gun, you will still have some reaction force more or less.

This is something that is indifferent to ordinary people, but it is a very serious problem for weasels. He almost closed the bar door for a day after firing a shot, and maybe he would hide in the quilt and cry for a week after a shot. For more than ten years, Wade had never seen him shoot, but now he was surprised to see him loading all the bullets.

"I can't ignore the BSS's order. For the sake of that qualification, I accept it!"

The wealth is touching, and the qualification Maria gave was related to the happiness of the weasel for the rest of his life. Even if he fought for a month, he would grit his teeth and do Maria's orders.

That being said, the weasel's hand trembled a little. On the one hand, it was because he was afraid of pain, and on the other hand, it was because he pointed the gun at Domino.

Wade believed Domino's good luck, but he believed it. As a broker, he was much more informed in terms of information than Wade, who stayed at home as a woman. It was precisely because he heard a lot of rumors about Domino that he became more worried about the situation he encountered next.

It hurts his hands when one shot is fired, which is a trivial matter. It blows the chamber and breaks two fingers, which is a big matter. If it is a little more serious, it will fly in the opposite direction and knock it directly on his forehead, then he doesn't even have to think about it.

This is not a small problem, but a very serious big problem. Although this kind of thing sounds nonsensical and has no scientific basis, the Weasel understands very well that this is really possible.

He didn't want to fill himself in such a bad thing, so while pointing his gun at Domino, he said carefully to Domino.

"Well, I know your ability, and I believe in your luck. So this is just a test, I have no malice towards you. So if you don't like me to point the gun at you, you can say that I can change my way."

"It's okay, please feel free, I'm very confident in my luck."

Domino, who had been lucky all his life, didn't mind the weasel's actions of pointing a gun at her. She even said that she deliberately opened her hands and took two steps forward. It was as if the weasel was not holding a real gun, but a water-burning gun.

The more confident she was, the less confident the weasel became. After almost five minutes of stunned life, his face turned pale and his sweat was almost left. His trembling hands still couldn't pull the trigger.

Deadpool could still watch patiently at first, but after dragging it for so long, he obviously no longer had the patience. So immediately, he stood up at the weasel.

"Please, man. Is it your mother who has been separated for many years standing in front of you? Is it so difficult for you to pull the trigger? If you are afraid, close your eyes and click. If you are worried that you can't kill her with one shot, just click a few more. Forget it, give me the gun and I will do it. I really can't stand your slogging speed."

"No, don't!"

He could only shoot himself, but Deadpool shot, but it was very likely to hit him. He didn't want to see Deadpool holding him with regret and kneeling in a pool of blood happening right now. So immediately, he closed his eyes and pulled down his fingers hard.

With a click, the shell was stuck. The occurrence of this situation surprised Deadpool, and the Weasel breathed a long sigh. The bad situation did not happen, but it was stuck, which was definitely a blessing. In his opinion, this was definitely the same long-term word as his mother before. In the opinion of Deadpool, this must be the Weasel's gun that had not been used for a long time and had a malfunction.

"Damn it. You can get stuck in any way if you use a broken gun. Come on, I don't believe it won't hit her!"

"Wade, I'm sorry."

Without taking the gun that Deadpool slapped in front of him, after saying apologies, the Weasel had already pulled the trigger directly into Wade's thigh.

This time, there was no stuck. After a bang, Wade's thigh was shot through a big hole, a shocked expression immediately appeared on Wade's face.

"Hell, what are you doing? You actually hit me, and even my mother hasn't shot me like this."

The weasel actually shot himself, which was something that shocked him even when he started playing with guns. At this moment, he couldn't help but start to doubt whether the weasel didn't love him and planned to fall in love with him.

A good friend of mine for more than ten years is not something that can be let go just by letting go. So questioning is naturally an indispensable situation.

Faced with Deadpool's questioning, the Weasel did not reply, but raised his gun again and pointed it at Domino with an indifferent expression in front of them.

Pull the trigger and get stuck. The same situation happened again, which is no longer an accident. Not to mention Deadpool who had never thought of this situation at all, even the weasel who had been mentally prepared was full of shock.

This is really good luck. With a shot stuck, it is more bizarre than winning a million.

However, the bizarre situation is far more than that, because after the stuck shot, the Weasel pointed the gun at Deadpool's thigh.

A bang means Deadpool shot again, and it also means that the gun is absolutely normal. When the muzzle is pointed at Domino again, it is the sound of the pistol being stuck.

Again and again, again and again. Domino was safe and sound, the weasel was worried, and Deadpool had all his blood left.

Even if such a situation is placed in front of a fool, the fool should see what is going on. Although Deadpool may have a little problem in his mind, at this time, he has to admit that Domino does have the skill of protecting the body of the goddess of luck.

Lucky girl! Even the egg that almost broke down was not enough to take care of, Deadpool had already crawled over quickly, hugged Domino's thighs, and begged her with the look of a little puppy.

"Ms. Queen, my goddess. Please tell me what the winning numbers are for this issue of lottery. As long as you tell me what the number is, you can do whatever you want me to do. Even if I ask me to treat you as the Virgin Mary and put a small statue at home to worship every day, I can accept it. Please, please pity me!"

"Be good, this is a little bit of it, you can do it anytime!"

Holding Deadpool's chin with his fingers and watching him nod and bow to him like a pug, Domino also asked the weasel this while expressing his absolute confidence.

"If I look at it this way, I should have won this job, right?"

"Of course, ma'am. No one will reject a lucky girl like you. It's our honor to be able to join in!"

With Maria's approval, the weasel certainly could not have any other opinions on this issue. Domino's joining has become a foregone conclusion. With her joining, Maria also gained more confidence in her plan.
Chapter completed!