Stand User in Marvel Universe

“Believe me, the FBI is definitely not as good as I am.” Dior was bluffing.

Christine just laughed and stopped talking about it.

It wasn't until Dior sent her home, when she got out of the car, that she suggested again, "Do you want to go in and sit down? Have a cup of coffee or...”

Dior glanced at the 'homeless man' in the back seat and said unfortunately: "Maybe next time, it's not convenient right now. ”

Christine didn't know why she was so bold, and now that she had been rejected, she couldn't muster any more courage, so she waved goodbye to him and went home.

And Dior took the homeless back to his house.

This has been the second homeless person to spend the night at his house lately. Is this popular now?

After throwing it into the room, Dior shook his head and took a bath and changed his clothes to get ready for bed.

The next day, the genius dawned, and Dior woke up with some unexpected sounds.

He initially thought it was the thief in the house, but when he came out, he saw a man standing in front of the fridge carrying the beer. He couldn't even fit it in his arms and ignored it, as if he hadn't moved it.

“Is this your home? I'm sorry, I found myself here as soon as I opened my eyes. If you're not ready to call the police, can I take two cans of this and leave? ”

With his beard all over his face, a stray man with messy hair said, while throwing the beer in his arms back into the fridge, then this time he took out only one can and opened it and drank it all. Then he squeezed the canister and threw it away at will with a quick exit, then took out another can and opened it, not paying any attention to the person standing beside him.

“Remember? I brought you here yesterday, and when I first saw you, you were being beaten to the ground by a bunch of people because... grabbing a drink? ”

Dior walked over, handed him another beer from the fridge, and then he took one himself, but thought about it, he put the beer back in his hand and brought out another can of ice cola.

The homeless man who had just finished drinking the second can refused to take the beer that Dior had handed him and poured it into his mouth.

And then something came to mind, and I said, "I think I got an impression, and if I had a bottle of whiskey at this point, I could definitely remember. ”

“I guess you should have gone over the whole fridge before I showed up, and as you can see, this is all I have here except beer, so should I change the flavor?” Dior raised his hand to the cola sign.

“Kids only drink that stuff, I still prefer this. ”

A couple of breathing rooms have finished another can of beer, 'homeless', and this time he's more self-indulgent to get the liquor from the fridge, it should be clear that the owner here didn't mean to kick him out or call the police.

“Hey, what's your name? ”

“Corona...”

Dior glanced at the brand of beer on his hand and took a sip of Coke and said, "I knew I should have bought Budweiser, didn't I, Mr. Corona? ”

‘Mr. Corona' dropped another can of Corona branded beer and shrugged his shoulder.

“Let me guess, your name is Logan. You're a mutant, right? ”

Hit it!

Dior's voice fell and the indestructible Edmund Alloy Claw cut off the cola from his hand and parked it in front of his neck.

“Who are you? ”

Looking at those wild and fierce eyes, Dior knew that this was the Wolverine he had in mind, not the vagrant, alcoholic tramp in one eye.

“Relax, you got my floor dirty. ”

Dior was helpless when he sprinkled the floor with a never-ending Coke.

“Who the hell are you and why do you know me?” At this time Logan was completely like a different person, full of aggression.

If Dior's answer to him was unsatisfactory, it might not be Coke that sprinkled on the floor next, but a brighter red liquid.

“If I said coincidence, would you believe it? ”

The answer to Dior is another claw pop!

I knew that no one would believe the truth these days.

Helpless, Dior had to stall: “Your self-healing factor exposed itself. It just so happens that I have a good relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D., I've seen some information about mutants, including the code-named Wolverine..."

“S.H.I.E.L.D.? ”

Though he hasn't interacted much, Logan obviously knows the organization and that S.H.I.E.L.D. people have been to the professor's school more than once, temporarily on the side that is harmless to the mutants.

And he thought about it and seemed to have shown no malice from yesterday until now.

So Logan retracted his claws and the fierce light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

“I hope you didn't lie to me, or you'll regret it! ”

“No regrets. I don't know. All I know is that I saved you yesterday, gave you a bed to sleep in, and of course, these. Perhaps you can express your gratitude.” Dior pointed to an easy-pull jar on the ground.

“Although the first two are your business, for these beers, um... thanks. ”

Once Logan had finished drinking the beer in his hand, he got up and was ready to leave. His identity had been identified and he could not stay here for long. He was ready to leave New York for another city to continue his wandering journey.

But before that...

Logan found a plastic bag and filled all the remaining dozen beers in the fridge.

“Hey, what are you doing? This is my house, not a free supermarket!” I don't know why, there's always a ‘myth broken’ feeling in Dior's heart, this must be a fake wolf uncle, how could my wolf uncle do this?

What's the difference between buying a meal from someone else and packing a copy when they're done eating?

That's outrageous!

“I said thank you, and Coke is better for you at your age.” Logan threw a can of Coke at him as he spoke.

“You're a robber, no wonder someone hit you like that yesterday. ”

“I'll take the wine with me, of course, if you beat me to death. Don't worry, I won't fight back, but don't move the gun. The last time an old man smashed my only good dress with a shotgun, it pissed me off, so I cut his shotgun into ten pieces and scared him to call the police immediately. ”

“Are you serious? I didn't do it lightly. ”

“Wow, that should probably add another bottle of whiskey. ”

Logan obviously didn't take his words to heart. Young people always knew how thick the sky was and learned a little taekwondo. Karate felt invincible.

“Then it's settled. Don't regret it for a while.” Dior laughed, though everything in front of him was different than he had ever imagined, but where else could he find something as fun as Uncle Wolf's sandbag!