Rick in Marvel and DC: Fusion

Chapter 7: Not Threatened

"Seres, a barbecue rice, a dot, and a chicken roll—what other wine recommendations?"

Seres looked at Jude in surprise and said, "When did you start drinking? I remember you never ordering wine."

"That was me who used to be. Ever since I lay in bed for three days, I have found that wine is a good thing. It can make me more energetic as I drink."

"You pay; you have the final say; how about tequila? When you come to the Mexican territory, if you don't drink tequila, you are not a friend."

"Your recommendation must be correct."

During the time between serving, the two chatted with each other. Seres suddenly remembered about Bigfoot and couldn't help asking, "Man, have the Bigfoot people looked for you?"

Jude wanted to say yes, but he changed his words to no. After all, five people died. There is no need for such a thing.

　　 "Isn't there? But I guess it's the last one or two days, buddy. I have a suggestion."

Jude looked at Seres playfully and asked, "What? You want my car too?"

Seres chuckled and said, "Who wouldn't want it? It's an antique from 1957. Some so many people want it. I don't understand why you, a guy who usually can't even get 100 dollars, should stick to it. A car? As long as you are willing to sell, you can become a millionaire right away."

"Who told you that I kept it?"

Ceres' eyes lit up. "So you plan to sell?"

"I have this plan, but unfortunately, the car is no longer there."

Seres was surprised: "Did you sell it to someone else? We are good guys; I have the first purchase right. For this, I will earn you one dollar less for each chicken roll."

"I didn't sell it to others."

"Huh, that's pretty much the same."

"I took it apart."

I was stunned for a second before Seres reacted.

　　 "What the hell! Are you crazy?"

"Of course not; I am more awake than ever; the car just changed its form; it is still by my side."

Jude said, patting the laser transmitter around his waist.

Seres said angrily, "Jude Herbert, starting today, you no longer want to have the $1 privilege, and everything must be paid in full."

The lady boss Anna walked over at this time and glared at her husband annoyingly but comforted: "Herbert, without a car, Bigfoot will make trouble for you; how do you deal with it?"

"It's very simple; tell them who is the boss!"

Both couples showed black question-mark expressions at the same time.

"Herbert, did you sleep stupidly for three days? What nonsense are you talking about? You should run away at this time, or look forward to Batman coming."

　　DiDi...

Suddenly, Jude's cell phone rang. He looked down, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure to deal with it."

On the screen of the mobile phone, four big men in black windbreakers walked quickly into the street. Without any hesitation, they went straight to the apartment building where Jude lived.

"Suspicious guy, let me see what you guys are here for."

Jude scooped up the barbecue rice with a spoon and stuffed it in his mouth, watching the picture on the monitor carefully.