Stand User in Marvel Universe

Chapter 222: I Have A Friend Who Has A False Testimony

Sometimes people really don't know, and Dior thinks he just saved their lives, and someone doesn't get it.

While it is unclear why the famous Wolverine Wolf fell here and was only beaten to death, no one who pissed off the lone wolf had anything to do with it.

And in the last generation, Dior was not very honest about the senses of the whole mutant community, including Professor X and Magnetic King, but only one person impressed him, even when watching "Twilight Wolf Return Home" he couldn't help but sigh and sigh.

When he came to the world, he wondered if he would ever see this lonely wolf again, but he never thought it would be like this.

“I said put the man down and kneel down for forgiveness. Are you deaf? ”

The fearless man is still yelling, because Christine is around, and he can't send all these bastards straight to hell. It's annoying.

“You wait here, I'll take care of them soon. ”

“Let's call the police. It's a mess. They don't dare mess around.” Christine was a little nervous, no matter how uncolored she was when she usually faced the body, but after all, she was still a woman, and suddenly she was scared of the tension.

“Don't worry, I can handle it. ”

Theo would still play drunk with Logan, thinking about breaking all their hands and feet, or crushing every bone in them?

Just in time for a day of learning about body structure, maybe practice with them first.

“Fak! How dare you ignore me! Bring me that woman too!” Angered by ignored chest hair.

A group of players rushed up with a baseball bat, and Christine closed her eyes in fright and called the police in a panic.

But the shouting of the surrounding crowd kept her eyes open...

In the face of the siege of more than 20 people, Dior must also be careful not to beat people to death without paying attention.

So after he cleanly flipped the first few people, he picked up the baseball bat that one of them had dropped, and then he killed them unilaterally.

Almost everyone had their hands and feet broken and the sound of broken bones was numb and heartbeat!

For just over a minute, all the batters were lying on the ground, the scene was extremely violent and bloody, and the people watching it felt like they were watching a kung fu movie, and this man was so much better than Bruce Lee!

The chest hair freak looked like he was scared to death until Dior woke up with the already somewhat curved baseball bat and panicked like he was trying to pull a gun.

Though pulling a gun in front of so many people will be a big problem, I can't care less, if I don't cure this kid, he will be disabled, where the hell is Sha Xing!

But as soon as he had just pulled out his gun, a sharp pain swept him directly, and the gun he had just pulled fell on the ground.

Dior didn't want to expose too much, he just accelerated and snatched his hand before he shot.

Hearing the chest hairy monster kneeling on the ground screaming painfully, Dior was a stick in front of him again!

A stick smashed that pistol into pieces!

The chest hair monster, who was so powerful and scared again, could not cry out loud anymore, withstood severe pain, and his face was held red.

“Can we go now? ”

Dior crouched down and patted Chestfurry's cheek, gently asking.

Chest hair monster even nodded, where dare he say no words, today he admitted to planting, but that doesn't mean that this thing is over, when he reaches the wound will definitely retaliate, he is going to smash all the bones on and off this bastard!

“Looks like you're still trying to get back at me? ”

The chest hair monster shook his head in a hurry, his eyes filled with 'sincerity’ and begging for forgiveness.

And Dior didn't care, he just pulled a document out of his pocket and opened it and put it in front of him.

“See? If you want revenge, feel free to come to me, but next time it's not as simple as breaking your arm and leg. I hope you have nine lives like a cat, otherwise I'm afraid you're not dead enough. ”

By the time Dior gets back on his feet, the Chest Hair Monster will have nothing left to lose but fear and will no longer want revenge.

He's just the boss of an ordinary gang. These people are already two-thirds of his strength. There's no backstage. How dare he hang out with federal agents? Today's plan is for nothing!

Dior put away his FBI "perjury" and walked back like nothing had ever happened.

“What did you show him? The man looked scared.” Christine asked curiously, at this time she was not too scared, her boyfriend could beat dozens of gangsters, the other boss in three words scared the other boss to kneel and beg for forgiveness, is there anything safer than that?

And when she finally saw that Dior seemed to have pulled out some kind of ID, did he have any other secret identity besides the restaurant owner?

Though she is too old for fantasy, this is as exciting and exciting as the classic scene in the movie.

“I asked a friend to make a fake ID from a federal agent, and it looks like he's bluffing that hairy chest for the time being, but we have to go before the cops get here!” Dior whispered a few words in her ear.

Christine's face immediately changed so beautifully that she couldn't care less about the movie and rushed off with Dior.

And after the police arrived, the chest hairy monster who suspected himself of being bluffed said the agent number on the ID that Dior had just shown him, and was then called for questioning, and the policeman, who was so scolded, took him away in anger!

Mud, the FBI director dare to mess with you too!

Living is impatient, isn't it?

On the other hand, throw Sleeping Breathing Logan in the back, then drive away with Dior and Christine laughing out loud.

“How dare you impersonate the FBI and not be afraid of being arrested?” Christine looked over at the ‘perjury' that Dior had handed her, and asked silently and with great excitement.

“Rest assured, this can also scare people like Chest Hair Monster, I wouldn't have taken it out if it weren't for today's special circumstances.” Dior explained with a smile as he drove.

“But seriously, I'm starting to believe you're the FBI, and it's like watching a movie when one person can beat over 20 people!” Christine gave things back to Dior, and then suddenly some serious look at him.