Stand User in Marvel Universe

“Oh, Chet! You shit on the ground, asshole! ”

Dior didn't expect the effect of this treatment to be so fierce that it probably had to do with Will eating too much so fast that the outbreak was too fierce.

Today's business didn't have to be done. Dior covered his nose and hurried back to his room.

A few minutes later, all wounds recovered as they had been, and the whole new Will knocked on Dior's door.

“Get lost! There are brooms and mops in the kitchen, or I'll throw you into the sea and feed you to the sharks in half an hour! ”

Dior's angry roar came directly from inside, and Will awkwardly retracted his hand and hurried to clean it up.

Half an hour later, Dior, with his face covered with a scarf, had a bottle of cheap perfume in each hand, spraying it wherever he went without stinging!

The doors and windows of the restaurant were all open, otherwise the stench wouldn't even go away, let alone the business, he had to go to sleep in the hotel today.

At this point, the garbage had just been thrown away, and even the bowl chopsticks had been consciously washed and cleaned. Will walked right in.

“Hey, man, don't be angry, I mean, I didn't mean to, who made this effect so fierce, just now I almost cried out. ”

“Don't fuck with me, I'll let you eat first, I won't let you eat like a pig! ”

Dior kicked him in the butt with no anger, and although he didn't feel too hard, Will screamed out.

“Oh, Fuck! Are you trying to kick me to death and inherit the treasure edition (River Crab) love magazines I hide at home! ”

He rubbed his ass and complained loudly.

He's not really acting. He doesn't seem to be pushing too hard, but why is it hurting so much?

“Going to fucking Colour (River Crab) Love magazine, I want to fuck a woman and I need to see that thing solved?” As he spoke, Dior rudely raised his middle finger toward Will.

In front of outsiders, Dior will always be a popular lover of great character, and only when he is with his family, or in the face of Will, will he become truly himself, scolding, fingering, and doing things...

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

And Will weirdly lit a few more times in his chest and prayed, “May God bless Tony Stark and never come back to scourge those women again, amen. ”

“Since when do you believe in God? ”

Just see Will in a row of piety, "just now. ”

Answer him with another middle finger!

“Don't pretend there, Tony Stark will never come back even if he really dies, the women who go if he screams will not see you, and as long as there is money, it doesn't matter whether the man is handsome or not, a box of US dollars smashes over, any woman is willing to lay down and break your legs for you right away! ”

“That makes sense, so Fak has a rich man, Fak God! ”

“If there really was a God, you'd be the one going to hell. ”

“Ha ha ha, even if I go to hell, I want Fakta! ”

“Well, I appreciate your courage, so... faq rich man, faq god! ”

Two guys I've known since I was a kid suddenly looked at me and laughed out loud!

I laughed and laughed and heard grunts... grunts coming out.

Stop laughing!

“I remember you didn't have lunch, did you? I just saw the red meat you were hiding in the kitchen..." Will had no embarrassment on his face and walked towards the kitchen with his tummy patted. Before that, he threw up almost everything he ate during the treatment, and at this moment his stomach was empty.

“Eat, eat! Eat it and die! ”

Dior hurried to serve the meal, and he was hungry, and he was afraid to slow down, and Will ate the whole meal again.

One pot was enough for five or six adults to eat, filled with a large pot of red roast meat, all in their stomachs.

After eating and drinking, Will also began to talk about what had happened to him over the past few days.

Dior pretends to know nothing and listens silently.

And then...

“You mean a bunch of guys who call themselves the FBI kicked out of the NYPD and took you to a strange place to be held?” Dior was really surprised this time.

Since when has the FBI been so diligent and hard-working that it's even begun to ask such small questions? And you're moving so fast?

Is there any unknown connection between the people he killed and the FBI?

“Well, then turn around and ask us about the details of the day and that invisible... monster.” Now thinking back to what happened that day, Will had a sense of fear of escape from the dead, and he didn't dare imagine that if the monster rushed into the killing zone, they would survive a few more, perhaps the answer would be none.

Being considered a ‘monster’ by one of his best friends is still fresh for Dior, even if the invisible monster is not him, it's just his double.

“Wait, you're saying that the other party didn't question your confession, didn't suspect that you were hallucinating, like the police did before, but questioned you, adding details, on the premise that there was such a monster?” Dior suddenly feels that something doesn't seem right, it's not like a normal human interrogation process, it's like something that people who deal with this‘ surreal 'phenomenon often do.

Will recalled it carefully and nodded: “Yes, I was impressed, we were all very emotional, and then the FBI agent who called himself Coulson came and seemed to believe what we said, even if it sounded like such a feisty thought, and then when we were taken away, none of the guys who questioned us questioned whether the ‘monster' really existed, and now it seems strange to recall. ”

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

Looks like the FBI that took over the scene that day was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent faking it, saying it was fake, but I'm sure nobody can pick anything up on the formalities, because that's true.

With S.H.I.E.L.D. 's energy, let alone disguise itself as an FBI agent, a congressman, these guys dare to impersonate as well.

This seems to be a big deal...