Stand User in Marvel Universe

After euphemizing the sixth female driver, who looked at him with a hungry, thirsty eye, Dior decisively walked down the trail and... then he got lost.

It was quiet around, and Dior wondered how he got to such a remote place, so he stood there and pulled out his phone and was ready to navigate away, looking for a nearest hotel to stay overnight.

Before he could navigate the results, two black guys dressed in dirty braids walked out of the house not far away.

“Hey, buddy, a little cheesy. Where'd you get here?” Dior's shoulder was hidden without a trace by a man who had grown up trying to pat him.

Is this some kind of trouble to get to the door?

Some silent Dior put away his phone and said, "What's up? ”

“Stop pretending. Say it. What do you want? Have you got enough money?” The other guy seemed a little impatient, but when he saw the silver suitcase in Dior's hand, his eyes were bright and full of greed.

Dior's unconscious head looked up and, with the help of the light, barely noticed a pair of shoes hanging on the pole next to him, which finally figured out what was going on.

In some parts of the United States, if you see a pair of shoes hanging on a pole, go as far as you can, and never stand underneath it.

Because it's not a kid's prank estimate, it's a sign, hanging shoes is actually a mark of the division of gang forces, and if the whole pair of shoes are tied with a shoelace, indicating that this is a selling (river crab) poison position, if someone needs to buy, just stand under the wire pole of that hanging shoe and wait for a while, someone will immediately come around to ask you for a deal, if that doesn't mean anything, don't stand there, or you'll get a good talk, you'll get up to two shouts, and if you run into those tempers, you'll most likely get beaten up and steal the money from you. (This is the truth, if there are future overseas partners to be aware of in the United States.

Dior didn't notice either, so he stood right here, and that's why someone would come and ask him what he wanted.

This is a mistake. What should we do?

If I'm honest, will I get beaten up? I'm scared...

Diorgio touched his nose somewhat awkwardly and then suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

“You all have cars, don't you? ”

“Hey, kid, are you kidding us right now?” The man who had no patience stared straight in the eye and his head came straight up.

“Please stay away from me. You have bad breath. Don't you know that?” Dior immediately frowned and pushed the guy away, looking particularly disgusted.

“Fucker, this idiot is looking for death. Fuck him! ”

The grumpy black guy did it without saying a word and punched the bastard in the face in front of him.

However, his fist seemed too weak in Dior's view. He swallowed it like he was watching slowly. Then, the next moment, he waved his fist at his black man and was flooded with a sharp pain in his abdomen. The whole man flew two meters away, curling up on the ground, his expression was painful, and he looked like a cooked prawn.

The other was shocked, and he couldn't see how his partner had been beaten out, but he reacted slowly, pulling out the pistol he had put between his waists.

“Fark, dare you? I don't know who the hell this place is! ”

“Freeze! Throw the case slowly and hand over everything of value, or I'll make a few holes in you and I'll get it myself! ”

The movement here seems to have attracted the attention of others, with many lights suddenly lit up and noises gradually sounding.

Heaven and Earth's conscience. Dior's conscience promises that he won't eat his dog. He really doesn't want to mess with it, but the trouble is to come to the door on his own. What can he do? He's desperate, too!

“Scrap him, and don't let one of those people go, keep it down as little as possible. ”

“You, him? Who are you talking to? I'll shoot you...”

He still hasn't finished shooting you, just because he's now being strangled to mention the air, making the final struggle, and what scares him even more is that he can feel the tremendous power strangled around his neck at this moment, but there's nothing in front of him!

Monsters, witchcraft, aliens...

Several thoughts crossed his head in a flash, and then he seemed to hear a crackling sound, followed by endless darkness.

Raw crushed his neck [the world] ruthlessly walked to the side of the 'prawn’ who felt his five dirty hearts seemed to have shifted, and then instantly relieved his pain in the horror of the other party.

Dior doesn't like killing, but doesn't mind killing. After having superhuman power, he finds that a lot of things are much simpler. The law is actually just a piece of paper. In ancient times, Mandarin forbade the use of martial law, and it is just as common in today's society.

Better stemming this phenomenon was one of the original intentions behind S.H.I.E.L.D. 's establishment.

Good thing Dior's been restraining himself. He's not some pervert who enjoys killing people, but in the grey margins where the law is powerless, he hasn't succumbed to his own ideas, and it's useless to reason with a bunch of assholes. As for the law? If they were really afraid of the law, they wouldn't have done so much harm to God.

Kill, kill, or learn who, who, tie up and throw it in front of the police? Don't be silly!

It has to be said that even some selfish people like Dior are kind of expecting less human tragedy in the world, blaming both sides for bad luck, meeting the wrong people at the wrong time, in the wrong place.

The scream of panic quickly rang, followed by a brief gunshot, and finally everything returned to calm.

Dior kept a perfect distance throughout the process and was responsible for the real killing of [the world] that didn't care about anyone or anything but him.

It wasn't until [the world] resolved all the creatures he considered threatening that Dior was late.

These people don't describe the twisted death phase too much, and Dior is too lazy to look at it. He just thinks he can't come for nothing. He has destroyed this poison den anyway, so let his‘ Messenger of Justice 'redeem these money stained with blood and sin!

All the houses were searched one time, and the harvest was scarce, finding just over a hundred thousand dollars, but the 'cargo’ was extraordinary enough to surprise Dior.

There must be a huge organization behind these people, otherwise this group of shrimp rice is unlikely to get so much goods, it should be 'on top’ to send them down to sell, which explains why there are so many goods but not so much money, because the money has been sent away.