Stand User in Marvel Universe Chapter 44: FBI agent in disguise

"Oh, Snow! You pooped on the ground, you bastard!"

Dior did not expect that the treatment effect this time would be so fierce. It may be related to Will eating too fast and too much, so that the explosion was too violent.

There was no need to do any business today. Dio covered his mouth and nose and hurriedly hid in his room.

A few minutes later, with all his injuries recovered and a completely new look, Will knocked on Dio's door.

"Get out! There are brooms and mops in the kitchen. If you don't clean up outside within half an hour, I will throw you into the sea and feed it to the sharks!"

Dior's angry roar came directly from inside. Will retracted his hand in embarrassment and hurried to clean up.

Half an hour later, Dior, who covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, was holding a bottle of cheap perfume in each hand and was spraying it everywhere he went!

The door and windows of the restaurant were all open, otherwise the stench would not be dissipated at all. Let alone doing business, he would have no choice but to sleep in a hotel today.

At this time, Will, who had just thrown away the garbage and even washed the dishes cleanly, walked in with a continuous smile.

"Hey, brother, don't be angry. I mean, I didn't mean it. Who made the effect this time be so strong? I almost cried in pain just now."

"Don't rely on me, I let you eat first, I didn't let you eat everything like a pig!"

Dio kicked his **** angrily. Although he felt it wasn't very hard, Will still screamed out.

"Oh, Fuck! You want to kick me to death so you can inherit the collection of **** magazines I have hidden at home!"

He complained loudly while rubbing his butt.

He really wasn't acting, and it looked like Dior wasn't exerting much force, but why did it hurt so much?

"Go to those **** **** magazines. If I want to fall in love with a woman, do I still need to read that to solve my problem?" As he spoke, Dior raised his **** rudely toward Will.

In front of outsiders, Dior will always be the gentle and elegant public lover. Only when he gets along with his family or when facing the living treasure Will, will he change back to his true self and be able to curse and give the middle finger. , know how to do it...

"OK, OK! I admit, if our handsome Mr. Dior wants to be a playboy, then there will be nothing to do without Tony Stark!"

As he spoke, Will strangely clicked his chest a few times and prayed: "May God bless Tony Stark and never come back to harm those women again, Amen."

“When did you start believing in God?”

I saw Will's continuous piety, "Just now."

The answer was another middle finger!

"Stop pretending like that. Even if Tony Stark really dies and never comes back, those women who come and go at his command will not fall in love with you, and as long as there is Money, it doesn’t matter whether a man is handsome or not. If you throw a box of dollar bills at it, any woman will immediately lie down and spread her legs for you!"

"That makes sense, so if you're a rich man, you're a God!"

"If there really is a God, you will definitely be the one who goes to hell."

"Hahaha, even if I go to hell, I will still defeat him!"

"Well, I appreciate your courage, so... Farke the rich man, Farke God!"

Two guys who had known each other since childhood suddenly looked at each other and laughed loudly!

Smiling and laughing, I heard a grunting... grulling sound.

The laughter stopped suddenly!

"I remember you haven't had lunch yet, right? I just saw the braised pork you hid in the kitchen..." Will showed no embarrassment on his face, patted his belly and walked to the kitchen , almost all the things he had eaten before were vomited out during the treatment, and now his stomach was empty.

"Eat, eat, eat! Eat it to death and forget it!"

While yelling depressedly, Dio hurriedly went to serve the rice. He was also hungry, and he was afraid that if he took a step too slow, Will would eat all the food again.

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One pot was enough to feed five or six adults, and a large pot full of braised pork went into their stomachs.

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

Dior pretended not to know anything and listened silently.

Then...

"You're saying that a group of guys claiming to be the FBI came and drove away the New York Police Department people, and then took you to a strange place and detained you?" Dior was really surprised this time.

When did the FBI become so diligent and encouraging that they even started asking questions about such trivial matters? And it's so fast?

Did the group he killed still have some unknown connection with the FBI?

"Well, then he asked us over and over again about the details of that day and the invisible...monster." Now looking back on what happened that day ~IndoMTL.com~ Will felt like he had narrowly escaped death. He couldn't imagine how many of them would survive if the monster rushed in and started killing. Maybe the answer is that none of them would survive.

Being regarded as a 'monster' by his good friends is quite new to Dio, even if the invisible monster is not him, but just his stand-in.

"Wait a minute, you are saying that the other party did not question your confession, nor did they suspect that you were collectively taking drugs and seeing hallucinations like the police did before, but they questioned you on the premise of agreeing that there is such a monster. Add details?" Dio suddenly felt that something was not right. This was not like the interrogation process of a normal person, but rather something that could be done by someone who often dealt with such 'surreal' phenomena.

Will recalled it carefully, then nodded and said: "Yes, I was very impressed. Several of us were very excited at the time, and then the FBI agent who claimed to be Coulson came and seemed to We believed what we said, even if it sounded so bizarre. After we were taken away, the guys who were responsible for interrogating us didn't question whether the 'monster' really existed. Looking back now, it seems a bit strange. ”

Dior suddenly frowned. After hearing the name 'Colson', he no longer had any luck in his heart.

It seems that the FBI who took over the scene that day was a fake agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. It was said to be a fake, but no one would be able to find any fault with the procedures, because it was real.

With the power of SHIELD, these guys still dare to pretend to be members of Congress, let alone FBI agents.

Things seem to be getting serious now...

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