Stand User in Marvel Universe

The next morning, Dior had just cleaned up the table he had ‘missed’ yesterday, and his best friend in the world had come to the door.

“Hey, man, I knew you were here. ”

Once he met, Will gave his good brother a big hug, yet his head was only one meter and six, making him look extra funny in front of Dior's 1 meter and 85 height.

“Hello, Will, that worries you.” Dior had some doubts about how to get along, but when he felt the sincerity of the other side, he was released, and now he's Dior Brando, Will Joss' best friend!

“Wow, we're brothers! ”

Will deliberately made a strange exaggerated look, but he was actually watching his situation carefully, and such a terrible accident happened, and he was afraid that his good brother would faintly disappoint, but after seeing Dior regain his mental health, he let go.

“HEY, bro! I said, did you sneak out in the hospital? How do I feel about you being handsome again? No wonder that Jenny that idiot sticks even harder every time you turn her down. ”

Without mentioning Dior's parents, it's not low to taste the world's warm Will emotions from an early age.

“Nothing, I just saw something, and since God let me live, I'd rather go to a better future than be in grief, believing that 'they’ in heaven are praying for me right now.” Dior's color is somewhat complicated, and there is naturally no way to tell Will about the double.

Will listened and silenced, then patted him gently on the back.

“Everyone is sorry that this happened, and you can imagine that Uncle Brando and Aunt Ho will bless you in heaven. ”

“Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you think I am. I thought we were going to see the cemetery today. Come on, get in your car. My car is still downstairs. I'll see you when I'm done. ”

Dior, who received all of his memories, still talks to Will as usual, and Will doesn't see anything broken. When Dior locked the restaurant door, they boarded a second-hand Chevrolet and left.

Just before Dior and Will left, there was an instant sound in a black sedan not far from the restaurant.

“The target left with Will Jose, who, according to yesterday's wiretap, should have gone to the cemetery that Stark Industries donated. ”

“Roger, Number Two is on the move. Is there an anomaly in the target since yesterday? ”

“The target's mood seemed unstable and violent, and he threw out a broken table just now. ”

“Anything else? ”

“No more, sir. ”

“Continuing surveillance, all communications equipment on target should be focused. ”

“Yes, sir! ”

After a pause, the people in the car said, “Why don't we just kill him? Good luck can't keep him company forever. ”

“You think I don't want to send him down there right away to be reunited with his family? The last time we did it, it was a little rushed. The lucky boy finally ‘resurrected' made a big deal out of it. S.H.I.E.L.D. has already intervened in the investigation. If we do it again, it will inevitably not show up. Fortunately, this lucky kid shouldn't know anything, keep an eye on him for another week, and if there's nothing unusual... cancel the operation and he'll get his life back. ”

At the end of the contact, the people in the black sedan took out the sandwich they bought at the supermarket and ate it. Obviously, they were unhappy to waste their precious time on such a kid who didn't know if it was bad luck or good luck. There was no way, who let someone see something they shouldn't see, they had to find a way to shut them up. As for someone who didn't know anything from beginning to end... of course the family needs to be neat!

In the suburbs, a new cemetery emerged in view, just short of completion.

Will, the black guy in the driver's seat, is still playing his part in his racial talent.

“Tony Stark, this guy deserves to die! God knows how many people were killed by the arms spill out of Stark Industries, 100,000? Million or ten million? ”

“Hey, have you heard, yesterday our famous playboy Tony Stark directly took down Wimmi's most famous twin supermodel, which is all over the flower news today...”

“Brother, let me tell you a joke. Tony Stark, the biggest arms dealer in America, is actually a philanthropist. Ha-ha-ha! ”

Dior couldn't help but rub his tormented temple, he almost forgot that Will was an incredibly wealthy man, perhaps related to his childhood experience, and like many black people in the slums, he hated rich people, especially rich, talented, handsome guys like Tony Stark, who couldn't help but admit that he was jealous of red fruit!

“Well, brother, we're here. ”

Dior couldn't help but take a few quick, deep breaths away from the city, where the air was really nice and the surroundings were great.

Whether Tony Stark is a show or a profit exchange, this newly built cemetery is a result of charity, and who can tell which dollar is good and which dollar is stained with blood?

Dior had long gone through that phase of vengeful wealth, and there was no fairness in the world, and the tone of deceit was better to find a way to live his life and then make his descendants‘ envious' of others.

“What do you say? I said the environment is nice, right? ”

“Yes, but are you sure the price here is cheap?” Dior's face is full of disbelief.

“Hey, here's the janitor. I know that guy took a lot of stuff from me, if you don't want to lose this job...” When he said that, Will didn't have any embarrassment on his face.

The so-called snake has a snake path, the mouse has a rat path, and the gang has been mixed up for a long time.

Get the goods?

Dior naturally knows what he's holding and can make him lose his job. It's like 'flour’ or something, and marijuana isn't enough.

As for whether it's right or not, morality...

Dior agreed to Will's approach without hesitation. Kids are right and wrong. It's not that he forced the other person to take drugs. Since he can't stand the temptation, don't blame others for pinching his handle and dealing with a drug addict is morally immoral.

As for Will, he was even less qualified to point fingers and feet, everyone had their own choices, and sometimes, in order to survive, many had no choice.