The next morning, Dior just cleaned up the table that he had slapped yesterday, and his best friend came to the door.

"Hey, brother, I knew you were here."

As soon as they met, Will gave his good brother a big hug, but he was only 1.6 meters tall, which looked particularly funny in front of Dior's height of 1.85 meters.

"Hello, Will, you're worried." Dior was a little hesitant about how to get along with him, but after feeling the other party's sincerity, he felt relieved. Now he is Dior Brando and Will Jos's best friend!

"Wow, we are brothers!"

Will deliberately made a funny and exaggerated expression, but in fact he was observing his situation carefully. Such a terrible accident occurred. He was afraid that his good brother would not recover, but after seeing Dior recovered his mental health, he felt relieved.

"HEY, bro! I said, did you have a plastic surgery secretly when you were in the hospital? Why do I feel like you are handsome again? No wonder that Jenny's slutty becomes even more serious every time you reject it."

He never mentioned Dior's parents, but Will's emotional intelligence, who has experienced the warmth and coldness of the world since he was a child, is not low.

"It's nothing, I just saw some things. Since God allowed me to survive, it's better to welcome a better future than immersed in grief. I believe that the 'they' in heaven are also praying for me at this moment." Dior said with a slightly complicated expression. As for the substitute, naturally, there is no way to explain it to Will.

Will was silent after hearing this, then patted his back gently.

"It's a pity for everyone to think about this. Uncle Brando and Aunt He will also bless you in the sky."

"Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you imagined. Didn't you say that you went to see the cemetery together today? Let's go and take your car. My car is still downstairs at home. I'll go over and take a look after it's done."

Dior, who had completely received all his memories, still talked with Will as usual, and Will did not see any flaws. After Dior locked the restaurant door, the two of them got on a second-hand Chevrolet and left.

.............

Just as Dior and Will left, a sound immediately sounded in a black car not far from the restaurant.

"The target left with Will Joss. According to yesterday's eavesdropping, they should have gone to the cemetery donated by Stark Industry."

"Received, No. 2 has followed. From yesterday to now, has the target taken abnormal actions?"

"The target's emotions seem to be unstable and violent. He threw out a smashed table just now."

“Is there any more?”

"No more, sir."

"Continue to monitor and focus on all targeted communication equipment."

"Yes, sir!"

After pausing, the person in the car said again: "Why don't we just kill him? Good luck cannot always favor him."

"Do you think I don't want to send him down to reunite with my family right away? The last time I took action, it was a little hurried. The lucky boy finally made things worse. S.H.I.E.D. has already intervened in the investigation, and if he takes action, he will inevitably not show his strength. Fortunately, this lucky boy should have no idea what. If he monitors for another week, if nothing abnormal... he will cancel the action and save his life."

After the contact was over, the person in the black car took out the sandwich he bought in the supermarket and ate it. He was obviously dissatisfied with wasting his precious time on such a boy who didn't know whether he was unlucky or good luck. There was no way. Who could let someone see something that he shouldn't see, so he could only find a way to shut up. As for someone who didn't know anything from beginning to end... Of course, the family must be neat!

............

In the suburbs, a brand new cemetery that had just been completed appeared in sight.

Will, a black guy sitting in the driver's seat in the car, is still exercising his racial talent.

"This guy Tony Stark deserves to die! God knows how many people have been killed by the arms weapons that flowed out of Stark Industry, one hundred thousand? million? or ten million?"

"Hey, I heard that yesterday, our famous playboy Mr. Tony Stark directly won the most famous twin supermodel of Victoria's Secret. Today's gossip news is all about this..."

"Brother, I'll tell you a joke. Tony Stark, the largest weapon merchant in the United States, is actually a philanthropist, hahaha!"

Dior couldn't help but rub his tortured temples. He almost forgot that Will is an absolute rich-hate person. Perhaps it was related to his childhood experience. Like many slum blacks, he hated rich people extremely, especially those like Tony Stark who are rich, talented, and handsome. Will, who wishes to replace him, will never admit that he is Hong Guoguo's jealousy!

"Okay, brother, we're here."

After getting off the car, Dior couldn't help but take a few deep breaths immediately. Not to mention anything else, far away from the city, the air here is really good and the surrounding environment is also very good.

Whether Tony Stark is making a show or exchanging interests, this newly built cemetery is one of the consequences of charity. Who can tell which cent of the dollar is kind and which cent of the dollar is stained with blood?

Dior has long passed the stage of angering young people and hating the rich. There is no fairness in this world. He deceives himself. It is better to find a way to live your own life and let his descendants become the objects of "envy and jealousy" by others.

"How is it? I said the environment is good."

"It's good, but are you sure the price here is cheap?" Dior's face was full of disbelief.

"Hehe, I know the administrator here. That guy has been getting goods from me a lot. If you don't want to lose this job..." When he said this, Will had no embarrassed expression on his face.

As the saying goes, snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths, and gangs will naturally do things with gangs after a long time.

Get the goods?

Dior naturally knew what goods he was taking. It was nothing more than "flour" to make the other party lose his job, and hemp would not be enough.

As for whether this is right or not, whether it is moral...

Dior agreed to Will's approach without any hesitation. The child only judged right or wrong, and it was not the poison he forced the other party to take. Since he couldn't stand the temptation, don't blame others for holding on to his handle. What moral and immoral is there to deal with an addict.
Chapter completed!