Stand-in Messenger of Marvel World

Chapter 6 Eavesdropping
In the morning of the next day, Dior had just cleaned up the table that was smashed by "missing" yesterday, when his best friend in this life came to the door.

"Hey bro, I knew you were here."

As soon as we met, Will gave his good brother a big hug. However, he is only 1.6 meters tall, which is particularly funny in front of Dior's 1 meters tall.

"Hello, Will, I made you worry." Dio was still a little hesitant about how to get along with him, but after feeling the sincerity of the other party, he was relieved. Now he is Dio Brando, and Will Best friend of El Joss!
"Wow, we're brothers!"

Will intentionally made a funny exaggerated expression, but he was actually observing his situation carefully. After such a terrible accident happened, he was very afraid that his good brother would be devastated, but after seeing Dio regained his spirit After a healthy appearance, he let go of his heart.

"HEY, bro! I said, did you secretly have plastic surgery while you were in the hospital? Why do I feel that you are handsome again? No wonder that nympho Jenny clings even harder every time you reject her."

Never mentioning about Dior's parents, Will, who has tasted all the warmth and coldness of the world since he was a child, has a high EQ.

"It's nothing, I just looked at some things. Since God let me survive, instead of being immersed in grief, it's better to welcome a better future. I believe that 'they' in heaven are also praying for me at this moment." Dior looked It was a little complicated, but naturally there was no way to explain to Will about the stand-in.

Will was silent for a moment, then patted him on the back lightly.

"Everyone is very sorry for such a thing to happen. If you can think of it this way, Uncle Brando and Aunt He will bless you in heaven."

"Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you imagined. Didn't I say we went to see the cemetery together today? Let's go, take your car. My car is still downstairs at home. I'll go and have a look when I'm done. "

Dior, who had completely received all the memories, still talked with Will as usual, and Will didn't see any flaws. After Dior locked the door of the restaurant, the two got into a second-hand Chevrolet and left. .

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Just as Dior and Will left, a voice rang out from a black car not far from the restaurant.

"The target left with Will Joss. According to yesterday's eavesdropping, they should have gone to the cemetery donated by Stark Industries."

"Received, No. [-] has followed. From yesterday to now, is there any abnormal behavior in the target?"

"The target seems to be emotionally unstable and has a violent tendency. Just now, he threw out a smashed table."

"Any more?"

"No, sir."

"Continue to monitor, and focus on controlling all communication equipment of the target."

"Yes, sir!"

After a pause, the people in the car said again: "Why don't we just kill him? Good luck can't always favor him."

"You think I don't want to send him down to reunite with his family right away? The last time I did it was a little hasty. The lucky kid finally 'resurrected' and made things worse. SHIELD has already intervened in the investigation. If you do it again It’s inevitable that he won’t show his feet. Fortunately, this lucky kid should know nothing, and monitor for another week. If there is nothing abnormal, then cancel the operation, and he has saved his life.”

After finishing the contact, the person in the black car took out the sandwich bought in the supermarket and ate it, obviously dissatisfied with wasting his precious time on such a boy who didn't know if he was unlucky or lucky. What should be seen, I can only find a way to shut them up. As for the family of someone who doesn't know anything from the beginning to the end, of course they must be neat and tidy!
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In the suburbs, a brand new cemetery that has just been completed appears in sight.

Will, the black guy sitting in the driver's seat of the car, is still showing his racial talent to the fullest.

"Tony Stark deserves to die! God knows how many people have been killed by the arms and weapons flowing out of Stark Industries, one hundred thousand? One million? Or ten million?"

"Hey, have you heard, yesterday our famous playboy Mr. Tony Stark directly won the most famous twin supermodel of Victoria's Secret, and today's lace news is all about this."

"Brother, let me tell you a joke. Tony Stark, the largest arms dealer in the United States, is actually a philanthropist, hahaha!"

Dio couldn't help rubbing his tortured temples. He almost forgot that Will was an out-and-out hater of riches. Perhaps it was related to his childhood experience. Like many blacks in the slums, he was incomparably Hating rich people, especially rich, talented, tall and handsome guys like Tony Stark, Will, who wants to replace them, will never admit that he is Hongguoguo's jealousy!

"Okay bro, we're here."

After getting out of the car, Dior couldn't help but took a few deep breaths immediately. Among other things, far away from the city, the air here is really good, and the surrounding environment is also very good.

Regardless of whether Tony Stark is putting on a show or exchanging benefits, this newly built cemetery is one of the results of charity, and who can tell which penny is kind and which penny is good? Stained with blood?
Dior has already passed the stage where the angry youth hates the rich. There is no fairness in this world, and the tone is self-deceiving. It is better to find a way to live a good life, and then let his offspring become the object of "envy" of others.

"How is it? I said the environment is good."

"It's good, but are you sure the price here is cheap?" Dio's face was full of disbelief.

"Hey, I know the administrator here, that guy is not a serious person, if you don't want to lose this job." When Will said this, there was no embarrassment on his face.

As the saying goes, snakes have their way, and rats have their way. If you have been in gangs for a long time, you will naturally do things like gangs.

(End of this chapter)