Stand User in Marvel Universe

"It's causing trouble again, it's really a headache."

Dio watched the fire gradually burning in front of him, and then quickly disappeared into the night.

Before leaving, he gathered all the 'goods' he could find and set off a fire.

Although he speculated that there must be more powerful forces behind this group of people, but since they have done it, they must do it. Anyway, there is not even a camera around, and there is no doubt that he is on him. Naturally, someone else will take over the mess.

Do good deeds, no need to leave a name, please call me red scarf!

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Although it is late at night, the bustling New York still exudes another charm.

At this moment, a huge figure was wearing a fat nightgown, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of red wine, overlooking the entire city.

If you look closely, you will find that the huge figure hidden in the nightgown is not full of fat, but extremely strong muscles, which makes people doubt whether he can kill life with one punch.

And now it was supposed to be his rest time, but obviously, his rest was interrupted by a not-so-wonderful news.

"How's the loss?"

The man in the suit standing behind him didn't care to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and said respectfully: "The loss is not small, the guy Jill made an assertion and did not distribute the goods to other bases in time, so that the goods just sent to Washington this month. A quarter of it was burnt down."

"Has the cause been found?"

"According to our staff in the Washington Police Department, this fire was obviously man-made, and someone nearby said that gunshots were vaguely heard. Although the autopsy report at the scene has not yet come out, it has been characterized as homicide. It is said that everyone The appearance of death is terrifying, and it is speculated that the murderer should be a master with great strength and good fighting skills."

"Where's Jill?"

"Also... also dead, the body has been found at the scene."

"I remember he seemed to have a beautiful and virtuous wife and a pair of well-behaved twin daughters?"

"Yes......"

The person behind him trembled a bit, and then buried his head deeper.

"Having such a happy family, but still raising mistresses outside, sigh... Send their family down for reunion, by the way, don't leave those mistresses, maybe they and Jill are true love."

The man behind him had his tongue dry, and his face was covered in sweat.

This time causing such a big loss naturally requires someone to resist this responsibility, but Jill was killed, and this is obviously not enough to calm the anger of 'that', so all those who are closely related to Jill must be defeated Moldy.

"Go out and do things, give you three days to find this person, and then bring it to me. If you can't do it, because you have been with me for so long, arrange for your family to leave."

The man behind him knelt on the ground as soon as his legs softened, trembling all over, but the huge figure in front never changed his mind.

After 1 minute, the man in the suit who was kneeling on the ground left with a gray face.

If he can't find someone and bring them back within three days, then Jill will be his fate. Even if he arranges for his family to leave, he will be arrested in the end. That kind of 'kindness' is nothing but a more terrifying punishment!

As for escape, or betrayal?

This idea didn't exist from the beginning, just because the man had a name that made the entire American underworld fear.

Many people call him... Kim Bing!

His hegemony is spread all over the world, and the United States is his base camp. Almost 40% of the criminal activities in the United States come from him. He just destroys a drug processing factory at will, stops a smuggling case, and catches some The gangsters are very likely to touch his majesty, he is the underworld emperor here!

"It's a crime-filled night...it's beautiful.

"

The scarlet wine was drained by him...

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On the other side, Dior, who didn't know that he had stabbed the hornet's nest, was still worried about a car. Just now, when he realized that there might be more trouble waiting for him, he immediately turned off and grabbed the car from there. The idea of ​​the car leaving, doing so is tantamount to exposing himself completely, he is not that stupid.

Just when he started to think about whether to sacrifice his color to be the car of those young ladies and sisters to play some games at the hotel, a car stopped with a creak when it passed him.

"Handsome guy, where are you going?"

Alas, the damn charm!

"I'm going to... Jessica?"

Not cursing!

It was when Dio opened the car door that he noticed that the woman in the car who accosted him was extremely familiar. It was the female elite Jessica who left a deep impression on him!

"I haven't seen you for a while, can I call you Dior? Get in the car!"

Dior was surprised to meet someone he knew by accident, so he happily got into the car.

"It's true that I haven't seen you for a while, why are you here?"

"Here? My family's company is in Washington, and my home is here, but why did you come here, the restaurant is closed?"

After the car started, the two started a lively conversation.

Only now did Dior know that Jessica's family's business is mainly on the Washington side. In recent years, he has gradually focused on New York. In addition, Jessica's university was in New York, so he simply chose to work here. , This time I came back to have some business matters to deal with, and the other is to come back to see my sister.

Although her sister healed the ugly scars on her back with the help of Dior, a person's character cannot be easily changed, so her sister is often alone and unwilling to contact other people, her best friend is still The white bichon.

Dior still clearly remembers the name, Snowball, and the two of them almost became rivals. The scene at that time was a little funny and a little warm.

"Don't just talk about me, let's talk about you, the future giant of the catering industry, how could Mr. Dior, who is aiming directly at the world's richest man, come here alone, and it seems... homeless?" Jessica is usually the kind of person who is very close to strangers, but at this moment, she doesn't know why she is smiling frequently.

"Hey, it's hard to say. Some people don't give money after eating. I'm here to collect debts." Dio clapped the box in his hand as he spoke.

"It seems that despite the twists and turns of the process, the result has allowed you to do it successfully."

"Hehe, people who can rely on me don't exist in this world!" Dio waved his hand, really not proud at all.

"What about now? Where are you going? It's so late, you wouldn't want me to take you back to New York, would you?"

This is of course the best...

Rao is too embarrassed to say it with such a face as Dior.