"Oh, Chert! Are you shitting on the ground, bastard!"

Dior didn't expect that the treatment effect this time would be so fierce. It might be because Will eats too fast and too much, so the outbreak is too violent.

Today's business is no longer necessary. Dior covered his mouth and nose and hurriedly hid back to his room.

A few minutes later, all injuries recovered as before, and Will, who had a completely refreshed look, knocked on Dior's door.

"Get out! There are brooms and mop in the kitchen. If you don't clean the outside in half an hour, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Dior's angry roar came directly from inside, and Will withdrew his hand awkwardly and hurried to clean up.

Half an hour later, Dior, whose mouth and nose were covered with a scarf on his face, held a bottle of cheap perfume in his hands, and was spraying wherever he went without hesitation!

The restaurant doors and windows were all opened, otherwise the stench would not be released at all. Not to mention doing business, he could only go to the hotel today.

Will, who had just thrown away the garbage and even washed the dishes and chopsticks consciously, walked in with a slut.

"Hey, brother, don't be angry. I mean, I didn't mean it. Who made the effect so strong? I almost cried just now."

"Don't let it go to me. I asked you to eat it first, but I didn't let you eat it all like a pig!"

Dior kicked him on the butt with annoyed. Although he didn't feel that he was exerting much force, Will still screamed.

"Oh, Fark! You want to kick me to death and then inherit the collectibles (river crab) magazines I have hidden at home!"

He complained loudly while rubbing his butt.

He is really not acting. It seems that Dior doesn't exert much force, but why does it hurt so much?

"Go to the fucking sex magazine, I still need to read that thing to solve the problem when I want to join a woman?" As he said, Dior rudely raised his middle finger at Will.

In front of outsiders, Dior is always the public lover with a gentle and elegant temperament. Only when he gets along with his family or faces Will's lively treasure will he become his true self, cursing, giving his middle finger, and taking action...

"OK, OK! I admit that if our handsome Mr. Dior is inspiring to be a playboy, then there will be nothing that guy Tony Stark has to do!"

As he said that, Will lit a few times on his chest in a funny way, and made a prayer statement: "May God bless Tony Stark never come back and continue to harm those women, Amen."

“When did you start believing in God?”

I saw Will's continuous piety, "Just."

The answer to him is another middle finger!

"Don't pretend to be there. Even if Tony Stark dies, he will never come back. Those women who will linger when they are called out will not like you. And as long as you have money, it doesn't matter whether a man is handsome or not. If you smash a box of US dollars, any woman will be willing to lie down and spread her legs for you immediately!"

"It makes sense, so the rich man of Farke, God of Farke!"

"If there was really God, you would be the one who went to hell."

"Hahaha, even if I go to hell, I will still want to Fake him!"

"Well, I appreciate your courage, so...Fark rich man, Fark God!"

Two guys who have known since childhood suddenly looked at each other and laughed out loud!

As I smiled, I heard Gululu... Gululu's voice came out.

The laughter came to an abrupt end!

"I remember you haven't had lunch yet, right? I saw the braised pork you hid in the kitchen just now..." Will didn't look embarrassed at all, he patted his stomach and walked towards the kitchen. Almost all the things he had eaten before were vomited out during the treatment process, and his stomach was empty at this moment.

"Eat and eat! Forget it if you eat to death!"

While cursing depressedly, Dior hurried to serve the rice. He was hungry, and he was afraid that he would slow down, Will ate all the food again.

.........

A pot of rice was enough for five or six adults, and a large pot of braised pork was filled with them all.

After eating and drinking, Will also began to tell the story of what happened to him in the past few days.

Dior pretended to know nothing and listened silently.

Then......

"You mean a group of guys who claimed to be the FBI drove away the New York Police Department and took you to a strange place to take custody?" Dior was really surprised this time.

When did the FBI become so diligent and encouraged, and even started to ask for such trivial matters? And it was so fast?

Could it be that the group of people who were destroyed by him still have any unknown connections with the FBI?

"Well, then we asked us about the details of that day and the invisible monster." Now when we recalled what happened that day, Will felt a sense of fear of escaping from death. He could not imagine that if the monster rushed in and started a massacre, a few of them could survive. Maybe the answer was that no one of them could survive.

It is quite new to Dior to be regarded as a "monster" by his good friends, even if the invisible monster is not him, but his substitute.

"Wait, do you mean that the other party did not question your confession, nor did they suspect that you saw hallucinations when taking drugs in groups like the previous police. Instead, they asked you and added details when they agreed to the existence of such a monster?" Dior suddenly felt that something was wrong. This was not like the process of interrogation by normal people, but like something that people who often deal with such a "surreal" phenomenon can do.

Will recalled it carefully, then nodded and said, "Yes, I was deeply impressed. At that time, we were very excited. Then the FBI agent who claimed to be Colson seemed to believe what we said after coming. Even if it sounded so incredible, after we were taken away, the guy in charge of interrogating us did not question whether the 'monster' really existed. Now it seems a bit strange."

Dior suddenly frowned, and after hearing the name "Colson", he no longer felt lucky.

It seems that the FBI who took over the scene that day was faked by S.H.E.L.D. agents said it was fake, but I believe no one can find any fault in the procedures, because that is true.

With the energy of SHIELD, let alone pretending to be an FBI agent, even members of Congress, these guys still dare to pretend.

Now things seem to be getting bigger...

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Chapter completed!