Stand-in Messenger of Marvel World

Chapter 65: Got a slap in the face?

"It's causing trouble again, what a headache."

Dio watched the fire gradually burning before his eyes, and then quickly disappeared into the night.

Before leaving, he gathered all the 'goods' he could find and set them on fire.

Although he speculated that there must be a stronger force behind this group of people, since he did it, he must do it. Anyway, there is not even a camera around, and he cannot be suspected. The mess will naturally be taken over by others.

Do good deeds without leaving a name, please call me Red Scarf!
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Although it is late at night, the bustling New York still exudes another kind of charm.

At this moment, a huge figure was wearing a fat nightgown, holding a glass of red wine and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the entire city.

If you observe carefully, you will find that his huge body hidden in the nightgown is not full of fat, but extremely strong muscles, making people doubt whether he can kill people with a single punch.

And now it was supposed to be his rest time, but obviously, his rest was disturbed by a not-so-good news.

"How's the loss?"

The man in the suit standing behind him didn't bother to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and said very respectfully: "The loss is not small, that Jill guy took the initiative and didn't distribute the goods to other strongholds in time, so that the goods that were just sent to Washington this month A quarter of it was burned."

"Have you found the reason?"

"According to our staff in the Washington Police Department, this fire was obviously man-made, and someone nearby said that they heard gunshots vaguely. Although the autopsy report on the scene has not yet come out, it has been classified as a homicide. It is said that everyone The appearance of his death is horrifying, and it is speculated that the murderer should be a master who possesses great strength and is good at fighting."

"Where's Jill?"

"He also died, and the body has been found at the scene."

"I remember that he seems to have a beautiful and virtuous wife and a pair of well-behaved twin daughters?"

"Yes"

The person behind him trembled all over, and then buried his head deeper.

"Having such a happy family but still taking care of mistresses outside, alas. Send their family down for a reunion. By the way, don't leave those mistresses behind. Maybe they and Jill are true love."

The man behind him responded with a dry tongue and sweat all over his face.

Naturally, someone needs to resist this responsibility for causing such a large loss this time, but Jill was killed, and this is obviously not enough to appease the anger of 'that', so all people who are closely related to Jill will be defeated Moldy.

"Go out and do something. I'll give you three days to find this person and bring them to me. If you can't, arrange for your family to leave because you've been with me for so long."

The man behind him kneeled on the ground as soon as his legs gave way, trembling all over, but the huge figure in front never changed his mind.

One minute later, the man in the suit kneeling on the ground left with a face ashamed.

If he couldn't find and bring him within three days, then Jill would be his fate. Even if he arranged for his family to leave, he would still be arrested in the end. That 'kindness' was just a more terrifying punishment!

As for escape, or betrayal?
This idea never existed from the very beginning, just because that man had a name that made the entire American underworld fearful.

Many people call him Jin Bin!

His hegemony spread all over the world, and the United States can be regarded as his base camp. Almost 40% of the criminal activities in the entire United States come from him, just destroying a drug processing factory at will, preventing a smuggling case, and catching some The gang members are very likely to touch his majesty, he is the emperor of the underworld here!
"This crime-filled night is so beautiful."

He drank the scarlet wine
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On the other side, Dio, who didn't know that he had stabbed a hornet's nest, was still worrying about a car. When he realized that there might be bigger troubles waiting for him, he immediately turned off the car and grabbed a car from there. The idea of ​​leaving the car, doing that would be tantamount to exposing himself completely, he is not that stupid.

Just when he began to consider whether to sacrifice his hue to be the car of those young ladies and go to the hotel to play some games, a car stopped with a creak as it passed by him.

"Handsome guy, where are you going?"

Alas, the damned charm!

"I'm going. Jessica?"

Not swearing!

It was only when Dior opened the car door that he noticed that the woman who struck up a conversation with him in the car was very familiar. It was the female elite Jessica who left a deep impression on him!

"I haven't seen you for a while, can I call you Dior? Get in the car!"

Dior was pleasantly surprised to meet someone he knew by accident, so he got in the car happily.

"I haven't seen you for a while, why are you here?"

"Here? My family's company is in Washington, and my home is also here. But why did you come here? Is the restaurant closed?"

After the car started, the two started a lively conversation.

It was only then that Dior realized that Jessica’s family’s business was mainly in Washington, and that it had gradually shifted its focus to New York in recent years. In addition, Jessica’s university was in New York, so he simply chose to work here. , I came back this time because I have some business matters to deal with, and the other is to come back to see my sister.

Although her sister cured those ugly scars on her back with the help of Dior, but a person's personality cannot be easily changed, so her sister is often alone and unwilling to contact other people. Her best friend is still That white bichon.

Dio still clearly remembered the name, Snowball, and the two of them almost became 'opponents'. The scene at that time was a little funny and a little warm.

"Don't just talk about me, let's talk about you, the future tycoon of the catering industry, and Mr. Dior, who is aiming at the world's richest man, why did he come here alone, and he looks... homeless?" Jessica usually said The kind of person who doesn't get close to strangers, but at this moment, he doesn't know why he is smiling frequently.

"Hey, it's hard to say. Some people don't give money after dinner. I'm here to collect debts." Dior patted the box on his hand while talking.

"It seems that despite the twists and turns of the process, the result has allowed you to do it successfully."

"Hehe, there are no people in this world who can blame me!" Dio waved his hand, really not proud at all.

"What about now? Where are you going? It's so late, you don't want me to take you back to New York, do you?"

This is of course best.
Rao was ashamed as Dior, but he didn't have the nerve to say it.

(End of this chapter)