Marvel's God of Injustice - Chapter 20
Chapter 20 Hello, Mr. Wesley.
Chapter 20 Hello, Mr. Wesley.
Tired, sometimes after overworing, it seems that the body is hollowed out.
Wesley, who was busy for a day, opened the door and put the coat on the sofa of the living room.
After walking through the empty living room, Wesley now just wants to drink a bottle of beer and let go of his mind.
As the most trusted friends and subordinates, Wesley is certainly not poor. On the contrary, he is wealthy anyway.
Therefore, although the career of gold is in the hell kitchen, they do not live there.
The choice of gold is the office.
A large office.Connected to the bedroom and living room, equipped with various living facilities.
Wesley prefers a single apartment villa. He believes that this can show the identity of his elite people, in order to distinguish the gangsters with head muscles.
Open the refrigerator, follow the memory and habits, and reach out to get the beer.
Get out of the air.
“I remember … maybe it’s wrong.”
If you don’t care, this kind of thing is very common.
It’s like remote control, like glasses, like the money in the bank card.
I clearly remember it.
But it is not there.You remembered wrong.(T^T)
Coffee.
I’m too lazy to get the coffee or something, although he always insisted on these people in front of others, but these days are too busy and tired.
I rushed a bag of quick -soluble coffee bought from the store. Wesley held the coffee cup, turned around to find my favorite music next to the gramophone, and put the record.
The crisp piano sound sounds, and the unique sound quality of vinyl records is one of his favorite enjoyment.
In the gradually low voice, Wesley, who was sitting on the sofa with eye paralysis, seemed to hear a trace of discordant singing.
It seems to … machine cat?
“A bag of Mi Yao carrying a few floors ~ One bag of Mi carry the second floor ~”
“A bag of Mi 呦 米 米 米 米 ~ ~ ~ ~ 米 ~”
“A bag of Mi 咯 咯 檽 檽 檽“ ~ ”
“A bag of rice ~~ Doraemon!”
The sound is getting closer and clearer …
Not an illusion!
Wesley opened his eyes fiercely, and a person who thought about it appeared in front of him.
“Hello, Mr. Wesley.”
That lunatic!
“Mr. Wesley, I really … I miss!”
Lyon leaned down on his face a few times.
“You are really hard to find!”
“Who are you……”
“Oh, isn’t this coincident? I have consulted many of your companies these days, eh, employees. Hit … No, I asked them for a long time before I found your home.”
With his hands, Lyon toured with interest, and observed this apartment villa with interest.
“Oh, right!”
Suddenly, Lyon, who turned back, was frightened to reach out the pistol under the sofa pad, as if he was bitten by a snake, and quickly retracted his hand.
“Thank you for your beer!”
Walk back again, slap!
There was a mouth on the face over there.
“I don’t even have a wine and vegetables. How can you entertain guests like this! I’m afraid I don’t look down on me?”
Wesley’s upper body was crooked, and the glasses were almost destroyed.
But he didn’t dare to hide, or even shouted, because the lunatic in front of him didn’t know what would do.
Forced a smiley face, Wesley tried to pretend to be nothing, and said with a red face and said, “If I have this honor, I am glad to ask you to enjoy your face to go to the Phils Hotel to have dinner together.”
“How happy?”
ah?
“I ask you, how happy is it?”
“Hehehehehe … Don’t mention how happy you are.”
“Why not mention it?”
“… Ah, this, isn’t this too happy!”
“You are so happy!”
Snapped!
Nympho
Wesley picked up the glasses and the resentment and anger in his eyes were almost unavailable, but he was always good at hiding himself.
Tolerate……
There are weapons everywhere in this room, as long as there is a chance …
A arm hooked his neck from behind him, just like the intimate playmates who often did it, Lyon hooked his shoulders and played the unwilling friend.
“Why don’t you say a new home with my brother? I am still afraid that I would steal your beer? We are not like that ~”
“Take me familiar with your home and introduce how!”
What can I do?What do you say!
Nympho
After half an hour.
Wesley’s head straps, a whistle in his mouth, holding a sand hammer in his hands, sitting in the family K -song room decorated by himself, watching the lunatic ghost crying with his eyes.
I have to make a shot for him!
“I am comfortable in my people ~ I am a fairy who is Xiaoyao in the sky ~ I don’t sprinkle a thing for vulgar, just for the wine!”
“Hongchen, how are you so deep! There is always it!”
“Sister, you take the bow! Brother go shore! Hey!”
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“I said hey, you said hey!”
Wesley: …
Lyon: πàz
Wesley: … Hey …
“Do you have a loud noise? You don’t eat! Sound, meals?”
Lyon is a mouth again: “Come and sing with me!”
“Is this your excuse for breaking up ~”
“Twist!”
“You can’t fly out ~” Lyon looked at him.
Wesley: Hey!
“The world of flowers!” Lyon looked at him.
Wesley: Hey!
“I am one ~” I didn’t go to see him.
Wesley: Hey!
Nympho
One hour after the dark day, Lyon’s throat hurt a little, and Wesley finally got rid of it.
“How about, unhappy!”
“happy!”
“Hara is less, no Hala!”
“Ha, Hara less!”
“Do you want to come again!”
“…………………”
Did you kill me?
Wesley finally collapsed.
This guy was humiliating him at all!
Let yourself accompany himself, make himself harmonious, and make himself laugh and applaud him like a clown!
“You neuropathy! Crazy! You killed me!”
“F ++ K YOU !! Lunar! I am not a clown !!!”
Lyon was still sitting on a wide sofa, leaning back his back, holding his head with his hands, and applauding him after listening to Wesley’s roar and scolding.
“Wait me a moment.”
Lyon disappeared in front of Wesley.
Before Wesley walked carefully to the door.He is back again.
“then.”
A gun was thrown in front of him.
It was his collection of famous guns, all always packed on the desk.
“There is only one bullet in the gun, you can make a choice.”
Lyon leisurely walked at Wesley to where he was sitting just now, sitting back slowly.
Still that action, or that posture.
“Use this bullet to end yourself, or, bet!”
Poster the forehead with your fingers.
Lyon said foully: “Hit here!”
Wesley trembled and raised his glasses, picked up the gun he had never turned on, and clenched his hands!Just point to Lyon’s head.
Lyon was still the virtue, and even lifted Erlang’s legs.
a long time.
Wesley slowly and slowly, pointing the muzzle towards himself.
The face twisted, cold sweat and tears.
Snapped!
It’s another big mouth!
“You just put your fingers into the hole of the trigger!”
Wesley collapsed completely.
He cried and hugged Lyon’s legs, crying loudly, begging for mercy.
He said that he was forced, and he said that he regretted it. He vowed that he would change his head in the future and repaid the mistakes he made with the rest of his life.
Squat, Lyon patted the back of Wesley on the ground: “Now, you have a little bit like a clown.”
“But, it’s almost better than me!”
Wesley twitched his head, leaned his neck extremely, and his eyes were hazy. He saw the lunatic with a mask and took off his hat and took off the mask.
A leaky one was covered with oil color, clown’s face!
Returned the slightly curved green hair and licked the corner of the mouth.
Lyon took a small knife out of his jacket pocket, and then stuffed it into Wesley’s mouth.
“Well…………!”
Hush!Intersection
Under the stare of Wesley’s frightened and desperate eyes, Lyon said with a smile: “Ask you a small question, don’t be nervous, I will shake my hands when you are nervous! Then, the question is”And”
Wesley’s tears couldn’t stop flowing.
Early, Brother!
Early, say it!
You asked me early!
Why bother!Why is it suffering!Intersection
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(This chapter is finished)