Stand-in Messenger of Marvel World

Chapter 44 FBI Agents in Disguise
"Oh Shet! You shit on the floor, bastard!"

Dio didn't expect the healing effect to be so fierce this time, it may have something to do with Will, who ate too much too fast, so that the outbreak was too violent.

There is no need to do business today, Dior covered his mouth and nose, and hurriedly hid in his room.

A few minutes later, all the injuries were back to normal, and Will, who was completely new, knocked on the door of Dio's room.

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

Dio's angry roar came directly from inside, Will withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and hurried to clean it up.

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

The doors and windows of the restaurant were all open, otherwise the stench would not be released at all, let alone doing business, he could only go to sleep in the hotel today.

At this time, Will, who had just thrown away the garbage and even washed the dishes and chopsticks consciously, walked in embarrassingly.

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

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

Dio kicked his ass angrily, although he didn't feel that much force, but Will still yelled out loudly.

"Oh, Falk! You're trying to kick me to death so you can inherit those rare editions of sex magazines I keep stashed around the house!"

He rubbed his ass and complained loudly.

He's really not acting, and it looks like Dior doesn't use much force, but why does it hurt so much?
"Go to some fucking pornographic magazine, I want to have sex with women, but I still need to read that stuff?" While talking, Dio rudely raised his middle finger at Will.

In front of outsiders, Dior will always be the gentle and outstanding public lover. Only when he gets along with his family, or when he faces Will, will he return to his true self. He can curse, give the middle finger, and touch .
"OK, OK! I admit, if our handsome Mr. Dior wants to be a playboy, then there is no such thing as Tony Stark!"

As he said that, Will also tapped his chest a few times in a funny way, and prayed: "May God bless, and bless Tony Stark never to come back and continue to harm those women, Amen."

"When did you start believing in God?"

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

Another middle finger answered him!
"Stop pretending there, even if Tony Stark really dies, he will never come back outside, and those women who come and go at his call will not look at you, and as long as you have money, men It doesn't matter whether you are handsome or not, any woman is willing to throw a box of dollar bills at you!"

"It makes sense, so Fake is rich, Fake God!"

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

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

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

The two guys who had known each other since childhood suddenly looked at each other, and then laughed out loud!

Laughing and laughing, I heard the sound of gurgling.

The laughter stopped abruptly!

"I remember you haven't had lunch yet, right? I saw the braised pork you hid in the kitchen just now." Will didn't show any embarrassment on his face, and walked to the kitchen patting his stomach. The things he ate before were almost gone I vomited it all up during the treatment, and now my stomach is empty.

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

While yelling depressed, Dio also hurried to serve the meal, he was also hungry, and he was afraid of slowing down, Will this guy ate all the food again.

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A pot of rice enough for five or six adults, and a large pot of braised pork, all went into the stomachs of the two of them.

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

Dio pretended not to know anything and listened silently.

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

When did the FBI work so hard and encourage them to ask questions about such trivial matters?And it's so fast?

Could it be that the group he killed still had some unknown connection with the FBI?

"Well, then asked us over and over again about the details of that day and that invisible... monster." Now when he thinks back to what happened that day, Will has a feeling of dread, he can't imagine if the monster rushed If they go in and start a massacre, how many of them can survive, maybe the answer is that none of them will survive.

Being regarded as a 'monster' by his good friends is quite new to Dior, even though the invisible monster is not him, but his substitute.

"Wait, you mean that the other party didn't question your confession, and didn't suspect that you collectively took drugs and saw hallucinations like the previous police did, but asked you and added details on the premise of agreeing with the existence of such a monster? "Dior suddenly felt that something was wrong. This was not like the process of interrogation by normal people, but rather something that people who often deal with such 'surreal' phenomena can do.

Will recalled it carefully, then nodded and said: "Yes, I was very impressed. At that time, several of us were very emotional, and then the FBI agent who claimed to be Coulson seemed to believe us. What was said, even if it sounds so unbelievable, after we were taken away, the guy in charge of interrogating us did not question whether the 'monster' really existed, and now it seems a bit strange in retrospect."

Dio frowned suddenly, after hearing the name 'Colson', he no longer took any chances in his heart.

It seems that the FBI who took over the scene that day was a fake agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. They said it was a fake, but presumably no one can pick out any faults in the procedures, because it is true.

With the power of S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone pretending to be an FBI agent, even members of Congress, these guys still dare to fake it.

This time things seem to be getting bigger.
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　PS: Thanks to my wife for the thousand rewards, and for the two hundred rewards for Dong Qiujun and Akabane Yeye, thank you.In addition, I will get to the topic as soon as possible in the past few days, and the preliminary preparations are almost done.Finally, weakly ask for a recommendation ticket.

　　


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