Stand User in Marvel Universe Chapter 65: Did you stab Lou Zi?

"It's causing trouble again, it's a real headache."

Dio looked at the fire that was gradually burning in front of him, and then quickly disappeared into the night.

Before leaving, he gathered all the 'goods' he could find together and set a fire.

Although he speculated that there must be a more powerful force behind this group of people, since he had done it, he had to do it. Anyway, there were no cameras around, and there was no suspicion on him. Others would naturally take over the mess.

No need to leave a name when doing good deeds, 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 baggy nightgown, holding a glass of red wine and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city.

If you look closely, you will find that his huge body hidden in his nightgown is not filled with fat, but extremely strong muscles, which makes people doubt whether he can beat someone to death with one punch. .

Now it should have been his rest time, but obviously, his rest was interrupted by a piece of not-so-good news.

"What's the loss?"

The man in a suit standing behind him did not bother to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and said very respectfully: "The loss is not small. That guy Gill made his own decisions and did not distribute the goods to other strongholds in time, so that he just sent it to A quarter of Washington's goods were burned."

"Have you found the reason?"

"According to our personnel in the Washington Police Department, the fire was obviously man-made, and some people nearby claimed to have vaguely heard gunshots. Although the autopsy report on the scene has not yet been released, it has been classified as homicide. It is said that everyone's death is horrific, and it is speculated that the murderer should be a master with great strength and good at fighting."

"Where's Jill?"

"He is also dead. His body has been found at the scene."

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

"Yes..."

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

"Having such a happy family but still keeping mistresses outside, alas...send their family to reunite. By the way, don't leave those mistresses behind either. Maybe they and Jill are true love. ."

The man behind him responded with his mouth dry and his face covered with sweat.

Of course someone needs to resist the responsibility for causing such a big loss this time, but Jill was killed, and this was obviously not enough to calm down the anger of 'that person', so everyone closely related to Jill Bad luck.

"Go out and do some work. I'll give you three days to find this person and bring him to me. If you can't do it, please arrange for your family to leave because you have been with me for so long."

The man behind him had his legs weak and immediately knelt on the ground, trembling all over. However, the huge figure in front of him never changed his mind.

One minute later, the man in a suit who was kneeling on the ground left with an ashen face.

If he cannot find the person and bring him within three days, then Gil will be his fate. Even if he arranges for his family to leave, he will still be caught in the end. That 'mercy' is just a more terrifying punishment!

As for escape or betrayal?

This idea did not exist from the beginning, just because that man had a name that made the entire American underworld fearful.

Many people call him...Kingpin!

His dominance is spread all over the world, and the United States is considered his base. Almost 40% of the criminal activities in the entire United States come from him. He just casually destroyed a drug processing factory and prevented a smuggling case. If you catch some gangsters, you will most likely touch his majesty. He is the underworld emperor here!

"This crime-filled night... is so beautiful."

He drank the scarlet wine in one gulp...

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On the other hand, Dio, who didn't know he had stung a hornet's nest, was still worried about a car. When he realized that there might be bigger trouble waiting for him later, he immediately turned off the car. The idea of ​​grabbing a car and leaving would be tantamount to completely exposing himself, and he wasn't that stupid.

Just when he began to consider whether to sacrifice his appearance and drive those girls to the hotel to play some games, a car screeched to a stop the moment it passed him.

"Handsome guy, where are you going?"

Oh, this **** charm!

"Shall I go...Jessica?"

Not a curse!

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

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

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

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

"Here? My family's company is in Washington~IndoMTL.com~My home is also here, but why did you come here? Is the restaurant closed?"

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

Now Dior knew that Jessica’s family’s business was mainly in Washington. In recent years, it had gradually shifted its focus to New York. In addition, Jessica went to college in New York, so he simply chose to work in New York. I work here, and I have some business matters to deal with when I come back this time. The other thing I want to do is come back to see my sister.

Although her sister has healed those ugly scars on her back with the help of Dior, a person's personality cannot be changed easily, so her sister still often stays alone and is unwilling to contact other people. The best My friend is still the white Bichon Frize.

Dior still clearly remembers the name, Snowball, and the two of them almost became ‘rivals’. The scene at that time was both funny and heartwarming.

“Don’t just talk about me, tell me about you. How come Mr. Dior, the future giant in the catering industry and aiming directly at the world’s richest man, came here alone and looked... homeless? Already?" Jessica was usually the kind of person who stayed away from strangers, but at this moment she kept smiling for some unknown reason.

"Oh, it's hard to explain. Some people don't pay after eating. I'm here specifically to collect debts." Dio said, patting the box in his hand.

"It seems that although the process was tortuous, the result was that you succeeded."

"Haha, there is no one in this world who can rely on me!" Dior waved his hand, really not proud at all.

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

Of course this is best...

Even someone as shameless as Dio would be too embarrassed to say it.