Stand User in Marvel Universe

"Oh, Shet! You're shitting on the floor, bastard!"

Dior didn't expect the treatment effect to be so fierce this time. It may have something to do with Will's eating too much, so that the outbreak was too violent.

There is no need to do business today, Dior covered his mouth and nose and hurriedly hid back to his room.

A few minutes later, all the injuries were restored as before, and Will, who was completely refreshed, knocked on Dior's door.

"Go away! There are brooms and mops in the kitchen. If you don't clean up the outside within half an hour, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Dio's angry roar came directly from inside, and Will retracted his hand in embarrassment and hurried to clean up.

Half an hour later, Dior, who covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, held a bottle of cheap perfume in each hand, and was spraying wherever he went without hesitation!

The door and windows of the restaurant were all opened, otherwise the stench wouldn't be able to dissipate at all, let alone doing business, he could only go to sleep in the hotel today.

At this time, Will, who had just thrown away the garbage and even consciously washed the tableware and chopsticks, walked in sullenly.

"Hey, brother, don't be angry, I mean, I didn't mean it, who made the effect this time so violent, I almost cried in pain just now."

"Don't blame me, I let you eat first, but I didn't let you eat it like a pig!"

Dio kicked his ass angrily. Although he didn't feel much force, Will still screamed out.

"Oh, Fake! Are you trying to kick me to death so that I can inherit the collector's edition pornography magazines I've kept at home!"

He groaned loudly while rubbing his ass.

He's really not acting. It seems that this guy Dior doesn't use much force, but why does it hurt so much?

"Go to the special sex (crab) love magazine, if I want to have a woman, I still need to read that thing to solve it?" As he said, Dior rudely raised his middle finger at Will.

In front of outsiders, Dior will always be the public lover with outstanding gentleness and temperament. Only when he gets along with his family or when he faces Will, will he change back to his true self, who can scold others, give his middle finger, and know how to act. ......

"OK, OK! I admit, if our handsome Mr. Dior is motivated to be a playboy, then there's no such thing as Tony Stark!"

Speaking, Will also tapped a few times on his chest funny, and said in a prayer: "May God bless, bless Tony Stark can never come back and continue to harm those women, Amen."

"When did you start believing in God?"

I saw Will's continuous piety, "Just now."

The answer is another middle finger!

"Stop acting like that, even if Tony Stark really dies, he will never come back, and those women who are called by him will not look at you, and as long as there is money, men will never come back. It doesn't matter whether you are handsome or not, if a box of US dollar bills smashed into it, any woman is willing to lie down immediately and spread her legs for you!"

"It makes sense, so Fake is rich, Fake God!"

"If there is a God, you will be the one in hell."

"Hahaha, even if I go to hell, I have to fight him!"

"Okay, I appreciate your courage, so... Fake Rich Man, Fake God!"

The two guys who have known each other since childhood suddenly looked at each other, and then burst out laughing!

Laughing and laughing, I heard Gollum... Gollum's voice came out.

The laughter stopped abruptly!

"I remember you haven't had lunch, right? I saw the braised pork you hid in the kitchen just now..." With no embarrassment on his face, Will patted his stomach and walked to the kitchen. I vomited almost all of the food I ate during the treatment,

My stomach is empty at the moment.

"Eat, eat, eat! Eat to death, forget it!"

While scolding depressedly, Dio hurried to serve the meal, he was also hungry, and he was afraid that he would be slow, and Will this guy ate all the food again.

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A pot of rice is enough for five or six adults, and a large pot of braised pork is full, all of which go into their stomachs.

After eating and drinking, Will also began to tell what happened to him these days.

Dior pretended to know nothing and listened silently.

Then......

"Are you saying that a group of guys claiming to be the FBI drove away the NYPD and then took you to a strange place for custody?" Dior was really surprised this time.

When did the FBI become so diligent and motivated that even such trivial matters began to take the initiative to ask? And moving so fast?

Could it be that the group of people he killed still had some unknown connection with the FBI?

"Well, and then asked us over and over again about the details of that day and the invisible...monster." Thinking back on what happened that day now, Will has a feeling of escaping death, he dared not Imagine if the monster rushed in and started killing, a few of them would survive, maybe the answer is not one.

Being regarded as a 'monster' by his good friends is quite new to Dior, even if the invisible monster is not him, but his stand-in.

"Wait, you're saying that the other party didn't question your confession, nor did they suspect that you collectively took drugs and saw hallucinations like the previous police officers did. Instead, they questioned you and added details on the premise of agreeing with the existence of such a monster? "Dior suddenly felt that something was not right. This was not the process of interrogation by normal people, but something that people who often deal with such 'surreal' phenomena could do.

Will recalled it carefully, then nodded and said: "Yes, I was very impressed. At that time, several of us were very emotional, and then the FBI agent who claimed to be Coulson came and seemed to believe in us. What he said, even if it sounded so bizarre, after we were taken away, the guy who was in charge of interrogating us never questioned whether the 'monster' really existed, and it does seem a little strange in retrospect."

Dio suddenly frowned, and after hearing the name 'Colson', he had no luck in his heart.

It seems that the FBI who took over the scene that day was faked by an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

With the energy of S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone pretending to be an FBI agent, even a member of Congress, these guys still dare to fake it.

Things seem to be getting bigger now...

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