Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

It seems that he can't stand this kind of anxiety.

His right hand couldn't help but reach into his trouser pocket.

He took out the cigarette case and took out a Marlboro, put it in his mouth, lit the lighter and took a deep breath.

The smoke that was exhaled filled the entire carriage.

After the nicotine stirred up his brain, his eyes returned to calmness, as if he didn't know what was happening.

When the blonde saw this, she felt furious.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Hey, Michelle, is this how you drive?"

As she said this, she wanted to get up and snatch the cigarette from the mouth of the young man named Michelle.

"Oh!"

The young man suddenly slapped the steering wheel and stepped on the brake, causing the car's speed to come to an abrupt halt.

The blonde who had just leaned over halfway hit her body hard against the back of the seat.

"what!!!"

The shock she suffered instantly made the blonde moan in pain.

The young man's face was cold.

"Get out of the car!"

The blonde was startled. She resisted the pain in her body and quickly opened the car door and got out of the car.

But as soon as she landed, Michelle suddenly appeared next to her for some reason and grabbed the blonde's neck and lifted her in the air.

The muscles of Michelle's right arm were swollen, and the palm of her hand was covered with veins.

The extinguished cigarette was still held in his left hand.

His eyes suddenly turned red, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stared at the blonde.

"Ah! Michelle what are you doing!?"

The blonde grabbed his arms with both hands and kicked her feet wildly. The heavy rain made her hair stick to her face.

Watching her continue to struggle.

Michelle's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she threw the blonde to the ground with a flick of her hand.

"Pfft!"

The blonde fell heavily to the ground, and the pain that came again made her scream.

Michelle seemed unhappy to hear the whining.

With a cold snort, he quickly stepped forward and kicked the blonde in the stomach.

He kicked her until she vomited blood, her face was pale, she covered her stomach with her hands and curled up and rolled on the ground.

The young man walked over and squatted next to the blonde.

"Snapped!"

Before the blonde could react, a slap was slapped on her face, knocking her unconscious.

"Bitch!"

Michelle grabbed the blonde's neck and said viciously: "Do you know what you did?"

“When you are a blood bank, you must have the consciousness of a blood bank!”

Then his expression softened slightly.

He stretched out his hand to help her sit down, and helped her tidy up the hair on her face.

"Oh~ My dear Wendy, lovely Wendy, tell me, please? Who did you tell about this?"

"Alcohol and weed aren't enough to give you a nervous breakdown, honey, can you tell me?"

Michelle, who had an extremely soft tone, kept comforting her.

But Wendy's tears continued to flow.

The pain and panic drove her to the point of collapse.

Looking at the man I loved in front of me, I even felt that he was particularly strange for a moment.

As if he couldn't stand her silence, Michelle stood up slowly, raised her foot, and kicked Wendy on the chest.

Wendy, who had not yet recovered, rolled backwards twice again, and then her body struggled violently.

Michelle's face turned cold, and she quickly stepped forward and pulled her up again.

"Snapped!"

Michelle, who raised her hand and slapped Wendy on the face, showed no mercy at all.

Poor Wendy, her face instantly swelled into a pig's head, and her whole face was covered with red fingerprints.

"Let me ask you one last time, who did you tell this matter? Which people!!!"

Michelle's eyes became more sinister and blood-red, and her voice became hoarse.

The corners of his grinning mouth revealed two extremely sharp tiger teeth, which did not look like what a normal person should look like.

It was simply daunting.

Even more frightened, Wendy still shook her head desperately, crying and begging for mercy.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."

The angry Michelle kicked Wendy two meters away again, causing her to fall into the muddy alley.

After spitting, he watched her body struggling on the ground, not caring that her head was hit by a protruding stone.

There was even bright red blood flowing out.

"Ah! Please...let me go!"

Wendy screamed in pain, but she only received Michelle's mocking smile.

"You know what? I hate it when women pretend to know nothing when they betray me."

After a pause, Michelle looked at the blood flowing on the ground and swallowed her saliva. She didn't come back to her senses until the heavy rain dispersed the blood.

"I like obedient women, not women who act stupid."

Wendy, who had no strength to get up, could only lie on the ground and beg for mercy, her heart filled with despair.

But Michelle ignored her and slowly moved toward the blonde, with a ferocious smile on her face.

"I want to make your life worse than death!"

His eyes became redder and redder, and every inch of his body became red with anger.

Wendy kept retreating on the ground as fear continued to spread in her heart.

Seeing that he had retreated to the corner, he found that he had nowhere to retreat and closed his eyes in despair.

But right now.

The heavy downpour that had been falling on her body suddenly disappeared.

Wendy, who was a little confused, opened her eyes and found a figure appearing between her and Michelle.

Looking at her with a smile, her figure under the street lamp is so majestic and sacred.

For a moment, Wendy seemed to have forgotten the pain in her body and looked at the uninvited guest in a daze.

"Ma'am, are you all right?"

Joyce walked up to her and squatted down, looking at the miserable woman in front of him.

"Please! Help me! He's going to kill me!"

Wendy only reacted when she heard this.

Looking at the handsome man in front of him, he seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw.

An inexplicable force suddenly emerged from her body, causing her to crawl to Joyce's side and excitedly pulled his left hand.

Wendy's tone was full of expectation, hoping that this man who seemed to be a good person could save her.

She would do anything to repay it.

But before Joyce could answer, the man behind him roared.

"Who the hell are you!?"

Joyce pulled the woman's hand down and touched her head to reassure her, then stood up and turned to look at the man, with a bright smile on her face again.

"Hello there!"

He stretched out his hand.

"My name is Joyce Joestar, and I am an ordinary priest!"

Michelle gave Joyce a cold look.

"Father, I advise you to mind your own business! Otherwise you cannot bear the consequences."