The next morning, Dio had just cleaned up the table that he had accidentally smashed yesterday when his best friend in this life showed up.
"Hey, bro, I knew you were here."
As soon as they met, Will gave his good brother a big hug. However, he was only 1.6 meters tall, which looked particularly funny in front of Dio's 1.85 meters height.
"Hello, Will, I'm sorry to have made you worried." Dio was a little hesitant about how to get along with him, but after feeling the other party's sincerity, he was relieved. Now he is Dio Brando, Will Joss's best friend!
"Wow, we are brothers!"
Will deliberately made a funny and exaggerated expression, but he was actually observing his situation carefully. After such a terrible accident, he was afraid that his good brother would never recover. However, after seeing that Dio had regained his mental health, he felt relieved.
"HEY, bro! Did you secretly have plastic surgery while you were in the hospital? Why do I feel like you look more handsome? No wonder Jenny, that nympho, gets even more aggressive every time she's rejected by you."
Will never mentions Dio's parents, but he has experienced the ups and downs of life since he was a child and has a high emotional intelligence.
"Nothing, I just let things go. Since God let me survive, instead of drowning myself in sorrow, I'd rather embrace a better future. I believe 'them' in heaven are praying for me right now." Dio said with a complicated look. As for the matter of the substitute, he naturally couldn't explain it to Will.
Will was silent for a moment, then patted him on the back gently.
"Everyone is very sorry for what happened. If you can think this way, Uncle Brando and Aunt He will bless you in heaven."
"Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you think. Didn't we agree to go to the cemetery together today? Let's go in your car. My car is still downstairs at home. I'll go over there after I'm done with my work."
Dio, who had completely received all the memories, continued to talk to Will as usual, and Will didn't notice any flaws. After Dio 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 was heard from a black car not far from the restaurant.
"The target left with Will Joss. According to yesterday's wiretap, they should have gone to the cemetery donated by Stark Industries."
"Received. No. 2 has followed. Has the target shown any abnormal behavior from yesterday to now?"
"The target seems to be emotionally unstable and has violent tendencies. Just now, a broken table was thrown out by him."
"Anything else?"
"No more, sir."
"Continue monitoring. All communications equipment of the target must be closely monitored."
"Yes, sir!"
After a pause, the man in the car said, "Why don't we just kill him? Good luck won't always favor him."
"Do you think I don't want to send him down to reunite with his family right away? We were a little hasty the last time we acted. The lucky guy came back to life and made things worse. SHIELD has already intervened in the investigation. If we act again, it's inevitable that we'll be exposed. Fortunately, this lucky guy probably doesn't know anything. We'll monitor him for another week. If there's nothing unusual... we'll cancel the operation and let him save his life."
After ending the contact, the person in the black car took out a sandwich bought from the supermarket and started eating. He was obviously dissatisfied with wasting his precious time on such a kid who was unlucky or lucky. There was no other way. Since someone saw something they shouldn't have seen, he could only find a way to make them shut up. As for the person who knew nothing from the beginning to the end... ... of course the family must be neat and tidy!
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In the suburbs, a brand new cemetery that had just been completed came into view.
Will, the black guy sitting in the driver's seat of the car, was still making full use of his racial talents.
"Tony Stark deserves to die! God knows how many people were killed by the weapons and ammunition that leaked out of Stark Industries. One hundred thousand? One million? Or ten million?"
"Hey, did you hear that yesterday our famous playboy Mr. Tony Stark directly took down the most famous twin supermodels of Victoria's Secret? Today's gossip is all about this..."
"Brother, let me tell you a joke. Tony Stark, the largest weapons 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 the rich. Perhaps it was related to his childhood experiences. Like many black people in the slums, he hated rich people immensely, especially a guy like Tony Stark who was rich, talented, and handsome. Will, who wanted to replace him, would never admit that he was just jealous!
"Alright guys, we're here."
After getting off the car, Dio couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. Apart from anything else, far away from the city, the air here is really good and the surrounding environment is also great.
Regardless of whether Tony Stark was 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 stained with blood
Dio has long passed the stage of being angry and hating the rich. There is no fairness in this world. His tone is self-deceiving. It is better to find a way to live a good life and let his descendants become the object of others' envy and jealousy.
"How is it? I think the environment is nice."
"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 gets a lot of goods from me. If you don't want to lose this job..." Will said this without any embarrassment on his face.
As the saying goes, every snake has its own way and every rat has its own path. When a gang member has been in the gang for a long time, they will naturally do things in their own way.
Get the goods
Dio naturally knew what the goods were. The only thing that could cause the other party to lose his job was something like "flour", not marijuana.
As for whether it is right or not, whether it is moral...
Dio agreed to Will's method without any hesitation. Only children judge right from wrong. He didn't force the other party to take drugs. Since he couldn't bear the temptation, he shouldn't blame others for holding him hostage. What's moral or immoral about dealing with a drug addict
As for Will, he has no right to make comments. Everyone has their own choices, and sometimes in order to survive, many people have no choice but to make them.