"Oh, Shet! Did you poop on the floor, asshole!"
Dio didn't expect that the healing effect would be so strong this time. It might be because Will ate too much and too quickly, causing the outbreak to be too violent.
There was no need to do business today. Dio covered his mouth and nose and quickly hid back in his room.
A few minutes later, all his injuries were healed, and Will, looking completely refreshed, 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'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks!"
Dio's angry roar came directly from inside. Will withdrew his hand awkwardly and hurried to clean up.
Half an hour later, Dior, with his mouth and nose covered with a scarf, held a bottle of cheap perfume in each hand and sprayed it wherever he went without hesitation!
The door and windows of the restaurant were all opened, otherwise the stench would not be able to dissipate. Not to mention doing business, he would have to sleep in a hotel today.
At this moment, Will, who had just thrown away the garbage and even washed the dishes, walked in with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Hey, brother, don't be angry. I mean, I didn't mean it. It's just that the effect was so strong this time. I almost cried because of the pain just now."
"Don't blame me, I let you eat first, I didn't let you eat it all like a pig!"
Dio kicked him on the butt in annoyance. Although he didn't feel that he kicked him very hard, Will still screamed.
"Oh, fuck! Are you planning on kicking me to death so you can inherit all those rare pornographic magazines I have hidden at home?"
He complained loudly while rubbing his butt.
He really wasn't acting, and it didn't look like Dio was using much strength, but why did it hurt so much
"Fuck the porn magazines. Do I need to read those things to get sex with a woman?" Dio said as he rudely raised his middle finger at Will.
In front of outsiders, Dior is always the gentle and elegant public lover. Only when he is with his family or facing the funny Will, he will turn back to his true self, swearing, giving the middle finger, and taking action... ...
"OK, OK! I admit that if our handsome Mr. Dior wanted to be a playboy, then there would be no place for Tony Stark!"
As he spoke, Will tapped his chest a few times in a funny way, and said in a prayerful manner: "May God bless, may Tony Stark never come back to continue to harm those women, Amen."
“When did you start believing in God?”
Will only said devoutly, "Just now."
His answer was another middle finger!
"Stop pretending. Even if Tony Stark really dies out there and never comes back, those women who are at his mercy won't be attracted to you. Besides, as long as a man has money, it doesn't matter whether he's handsome or not. Throw a box of US dollars at them and any woman will be willing to lie down and spread her legs for you!"
"That makes sense, so f**k the rich, f**k God!"
"If there is a God, you will be the one going to hell."
"Hahaha, even if I go to hell, I will defeat him!"
"Well, I admire your courage, so... Fuck the rich, Fuck God!"
The two guys who had known each other since childhood suddenly looked at each other and burst into laughter!
As I was laughing, I heard a gurgling sound.
The laughter stopped abruptly!
"I remember you haven't had lunch yet, right? I just saw the braised pork you hid in the kitchen..." There was no embarrassment on Will's face. He patted his stomach and walked to the kitchen. He vomited almost all of the food he had eaten before during the treatment, and his stomach was empty at this moment.
"Eat, eat, eat! I'll eat you to death!"
While cursing in frustration, Dio hurried to serve the food. He was also hungry, and he was afraid that if he was a step slower, Will would eat all the food.
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There was a pot of rice enough for five or six adults, and a large bowl of braised pork, all of which went into their stomachs.
After eating and drinking, Will began to talk about what had happened to him in the past few days.
Dio pretended to know nothing and listened silently.
Then... ...
"Are you saying that a group of guys claiming to be from the FBI came and drove away the New York Police Department, and then took you to a strange place and detained you?" Dio was really surprised this time.
When did the FBI become so diligent and motivated that they would even take the initiative to ask about such trivial matters? And they acted so quickly
Could it be that the group of people he killed had some unknown connection with the FBI
"Well, and then asked us over and over again about the details of that day and that invisible... monster." Now thinking back to what happened that day, Will had a fearful feeling of escaping death. He couldn't imagine how many of them would have survived if that monster had rushed in and started killing people. Maybe the answer was that no one would have survived.
Being regarded as a 'monster' by his best friend was still quite new to Dio, even though the invisible monster was not him, but just his stand-in.
"Wait, you mean that the other party did not question your confessions, nor did they suspect that you all took drugs and saw hallucinations like the previous police did. Instead, they questioned you and asked you to provide additional details on the premise that they acknowledged the existence of such a monster?" Dio suddenly felt that something seemed wrong. This did not seem like the interrogation process of a normal person. Instead, it seemed like something that someone who often dealt with such "surreal" phenomena would do.
Will recalled it carefully, then nodded and said, "Yes, I remember it very clearly. We were all very excited at the time, and then the FBI agent who claimed to be Coulson came and seemed to believe what we said, even though it sounded so unbelievable. After we were taken away, the guy who was in charge of interrogating us did not question whether the 'monster' really existed. Looking back now, it does seem a bit strange."
Dio frowned suddenly. After hearing the name 'Colson', he no longer had any hope.
It seems that the FBI who took over the scene that day were actually fake SHIELD agents. Although they were fake, I believe no one would be able to find any problems with the procedures because they were real.
With the power of S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone disguising themselves as FBI agents, these guys would dare to impersonate even members of Congress.
This seems to be a big deal...
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