Stand User in Marvel Universe Chapter 220: You deserve to have Uncle Lang sandbags!

"Believe me, the FBI is definitely not as powerful as me." Dior said the truth.

Kristen just smiled and stopped continuing the topic.

It wasn't until Dior took her home and when she got off the bus, she suggested again: "Want to go in and sit for a while? Have a cup of coffee or..."

Dior glanced at the 'tramp' in the back seat and said regretfully: "Let's do it next time, it's not very convenient now."

Kristen didn’t know why she was so bold just now. Now that she was rejected, she could no longer muster the courage, so she waved goodbye to him and went home.

Dior also took the homeless man back to his home.

This is the second 'tramp' to spend the night at his house recently. Is this popular now?

After throwing it into the guest room, Dio shook his head and went to take a shower and change clothes to get ready for bed.

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The next day, when the genius was bright, Dio was alerted by some unexpected sounds.

At first he thought there was a thief in the house, but when he came out, he saw a figure standing in front of the refrigerator, constantly moving the beer inside. He could hardly hold it in his arms, but he ignored it, as if he was not moving it. It's the same as nothing.

"Is this your home? Sorry, I found myself here as soon as I opened my eyes. If you are not going to call the police, can you let me take two cans of this and leave?"

As the homeless man with a beard and messy hair spoke, he threw the beer in his arms back into the refrigerator, and this time he only took out one can, opened it, drank it all in one go, and then walked out happily. He flattened the can and threw it away, then took out another can and opened it, not caring what the person standing next to him thought.

"Do you still remember? I brought you here yesterday. When I first saw you, you were being pushed to the ground and beaten by a group of people because...they were trying to grab a drink?"

Dior walked over and handed him another can of beer from the refrigerator, and then he took one himself, but after thinking about it, he put the beer back in his hand and took out another can of iced Coke. .

The homeless man who had just finished his second can accepted all comers. He took the beer Dior handed him, opened it and poured it into his mouth.

Then he seemed to have remembered something and said, "I seem to have an impression. If there is a bottle of whiskey at this time, I will definitely be able to remember it."

"I guess you should have gone through the entire refrigerator before I showed up. As you can see, this is the only thing I have here besides beer, so do you want to change the taste?" Dior raised the Coke in his hand. road.

"Children only drink that kind of stuff, I still prefer this."

The 'tramp' who drank another can of beer in a few breaths took the wine from the refrigerator more skillfully this time. He must have seen that the owner of the place had no intention of kicking him out or calling the police.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Corona..."

Dior glanced at the beer brand in his hand, then took a sip of Coke and said, "I should have bought Budweiser, don't you think so, Mr. Corona?"

'Mr. Corona' threw away another can of Corona brand beer and shrugged indifferently.

"Let me guess, your name is Logan, and you are a mutant, right?"

Swish!

Before Dio finished speaking, the indestructible Adamantium alloy claws sliced ​​off the coke in his hand and stopped in front of his neck.

"Who are you?"

Looking at those wild and ferocious eyes, Dio knew that this was the Wolverine in his impression, not a homeless man with only confusion in his eyes and a heavy drinking habit.

"Relax, you stained my floor."

The unfinished Coke spilled on the floor, which made Dio a little helpless.

"Who are you and why do you know me?" At this time, Logan seemed to be a completely different person, and his whole body was full of aggression.

If the answer Dior gave him was unsatisfactory, what might be spilled on the floor next would not be Coke, but a brighter red liquid.

"If I said it was a coincidence, would you believe it?"

Dior's answer was another sharp claw popping out!

I know that no one will believe you if you tell the truth these days.

In desperation, Dio had to spread his hands and said: "It was your self-healing factor that exposed you. I happen to have a good relationship with SHIELD and I have read some information about mutants, including the one codenamed Wolverine. ..."

"SHIELD?"

Although he has not interacted with it much, Logan obviously knows this organization and also knows that people from SHIELD have been to the professor's school more than once, and for the time being they are still on the side that is harmless to mutants.

And after thinking about it, it seemed that the other party had not shown any malice from yesterday to now.

So Logan withdrew the sharp claws on his hands, and the fierce light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"I hope you didn't lie to me, otherwise you will definitely regret it!"

"I don't know if I will regret it in the future. I only know that I saved you yesterday, gave you a bed to sleep on, and of course these other things. Maybe you can express your gratitude." Dior pointed to the cans on the ground.

"Although the first two are just your meddling, for the sake of these beers, um... thanks."

After Logan drank the can of beer in his hand, he stood up and prepared to leave. After his identity was revealed, he could not stay here for long. He prepared to leave New York and go to other cities to continue his wandering journey.

But before that...

Logan found a plastic bag and put all the dozen cans of beer left in the refrigerator into it.

"Hey, what are you doing? This is my home, not a free supermarket!" I don't know why, Dior always has a feeling of 'myth shattered' in his heart. This must be a fake uncle wolf. How could my uncle wolf be like this?

What’s the difference between this and someone else treating a guest to a meal, and then after the guest has finished eating, they have to pack a portion and take it home?

This is too much!

"I said thank you~IndoMTL.com~Besides, at your age, Coke is more suitable for you." As he said this, Logan threw a can of Coke to him.

"You were robbing me. No wonder you were beaten like that yesterday."

"I'll take the wine away. Of course, you can also beat me to vent your anger. Don't worry, I won't fight back, but it's best not to use the gun. Last time, an old man took a shotgun and shot my only A good piece of clothing was ruined, which made me angry, so I cut his shotgun into ten pieces, which scared him so much that he immediately called the police."

"Are you serious? I'm not taking this lightly."

"Wow, maybe I should add a bottle of whiskey then."

Logan obviously didn't take his words to heart. Young people always don't know what the world is like. If they learn a little Taekwondo or Karate, they feel invincible.

"Then it's settled, don't regret it for a while." Dio also smiled. Although everything in front of him was different from what he had imagined, where else could he find something as fun as treating Uncle Wolf as a punching bag!

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