"Believe me, the FBI is definitely not as powerful as me." Dio spoke the truth.
Christine just smiled and didn't continue the topic.
It was not until Dior sent her home and when she got off the car that she suggested again: "Would you like to come in and sit down? Have a cup of coffee or..."
Dio glanced at the 'homeless man' in the back seat and said regretfully, "Maybe next time. It's not convenient now."
Christine didn't know why she was so bold just now. Now that she was rejected, she couldn't muster up the courage anymore, so she waved goodbye to him and went home.
And Dio also drove the homeless man back to his home.
This is the second 'homeless person' who has stayed overnight at his house recently. Is this a trend now
After throwing it into the guest room, Dio shook his head and went to take a shower, change clothes and get ready for bed.
. . . . . . . . .
The next day, just after dawn, Dio was awakened by some unexpected noises.
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. His arms were almost full but he ignored everything, as if he would not stop until the refrigerator was empty.
"Is this your house? I'm sorry, I found myself here as soon as I opened my eyes. If you don't plan to call the police, can you let me take two cans of this and leave?"
The homeless man with a full beard and messy hair said this as he threw the beer in his arms back into the refrigerator. This time he took out only one can, opened it and drank it all in one gulp. Then he let out a breath, crushed the can and threw it away, then took out another can and opened it, not caring at all about the opinion of the man standing next to him.
"Remember? I was the one who brought you here yesterday. When I first saw you, you were being beaten by a group of people because... you were stealing wine?"
Dio walked over and handed him another can of beer from the refrigerator, and then he took one for himself, but after thinking about it, he put the beer in his hand back and took out a can of cold Coke.
The homeless man, who had just finished his second can of beer, accepted the offer and opened the beer Dio handed to him and poured it into his mouth.
Then he seemed to remember something and said, "I think I have some impression of it. If there was a bottle of whiskey at this time, I would definitely be able to remember it."
"I guess you must have already searched the entire refrigerator before I showed up. As you can see, this is all I have here besides beer, so do you want to change the flavor?" Dio raised the Coke in his hand and gestured.
"Only kids drink that stuff. I prefer this."
The 'homeless man' finished another can of beer in a few breaths and this time took the beer from the refrigerator in a more familiar manner. He must have realized that the owner of the place had no intention of driving him out or calling the police.
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Corona..."
Dio glanced at the brand of beer in his hand, then took a sip of Coke and said, "I should have bought Budweiser, don't you think, Mr. Corona?"
Mr. Corona threw away another can of Corona beer and shrugged nonchalantly.
"Let me guess, your name is Logan, and you're a mutant, right?"
Whoosh!
Before Dio could finish his words, the indestructible adamantium claws cut off the Coke in his hand and stopped in front of his neck.
"Who are you?"
Looking at those eyes full of wildness and ferocity, Dio knew that this was the Wolverine in his impression, not an alcoholic tramp with confusion in his eyes.
"Relax a bit, you're making my floor dirty."
The unfinished Coke spilled all over the floor, which made Dio feel helpless.
"Who are you and why do you know me?" At this moment, Logan seemed like a completely different person, full of aggression.
If Dio's answer was not satisfactory, what would spill on the floor next might not be Coke, but a brighter red liquid.
"If I say it's a coincidence, would you believe me?"
Dio's answer was another sharp claw popping out!
I knew that no one would believe the truth these days.
Dio had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "It was your self-healing factor that exposed you. It just so happens that I have a good relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D. and have read some intelligence about mutants, including the one codenamed Wolverine..."
"SHIELD?"
Although they had never dealt with each other much, Logan obviously knew about this organization. He also knew that people from SHIELD had visited the professor's school more than once, and that for the time being, they were on the side that was harmless to mutants.
And he thought about it, it seemed that the other party had not shown any malice from yesterday until now.
So Logan retracted his claws, and the fierce light in his eyes gradually dissipated.
"I hope you didn't lie to me, or you'll regret it!"
"I don't know whether you regret it or not. I only know that I saved you yesterday, gave you a bed to sleep on, and of course these. Maybe you can express your gratitude." Dio pointed to the cans on the ground.
"Although the first two were just your meddling, but for the sake of these beers, um... thanks."
After finishing the can of beer in his hand, Logan stood up and prepared to leave. His identity was exposed and he could not stay here for long. He prepared to leave New York and go to another city to continue his wandering journey.
But before that...
Logan found a plastic bag and put all the remaining dozen cans of beer in the refrigerator into it.
"Hey, what are you doing? This is my home, not a free supermarket!" For some reason, Dio always had a feeling of "myth shattered" in his heart. This must be a fake Wolf Uncle. How could my Wolf Uncle be like this
How is this any different than when someone invites you to dinner and after the meal the guest is done eating and has to pack up a portion to take home
That’s too much!
"I've already said thank you. Besides, Coke is more suitable for you at your age." As he spoke, Logan threw a can of Coke to him.
"You were robbing, no wonder you were beaten like that yesterday."
"I'll take the wine with me. Of course, you can beat me up if you want. Don't worry, I won't fight back, but it's best not to use a gun. Last time, an old man used a shotgun to tear my only good clothes. I was very angry, so I cut his shotgun into ten pieces, and he was so scared that he immediately called the police."
"Are you serious? I'm not going to hold you back."
"Wow, maybe that should be coupled with a bottle of whiskey."
Logan obviously didn't take his words to heart. Young people are always ignorant of the immensity of the world. After learning a little Taekwondo and Karate, they think they are invincible.
"It's settled then, don't regret it later." Dio also smiled. Although everything before him was different from what he had imagined, where else could he find such fun as using Wolf as a sandbag!