Injustice in Marvel

Chapter 20 Hello, Mr. Wesley.

Fatigue, sometimes after overwork, as if the body had been hollowed out.

After a busy day, Wesley opened the door and put his coat on the sofa in the living room.

Walking through the empty living room, Wesley just wanted to drink a bottle of beer and let his mind go.

As Jin Bing's most trusted friend and subordinate, Wesley is certainly not poor, on the contrary, no matter how he calculates, he is rich.

So, although Jinbin's career is in Hell's Kitchen, none of them live there.

Jin Bin's choice is the office.

An oversized office.Connecting the bedroom and living room, it is equipped with various living facilities.

Wesley prefers a single-family apartment house, which he believes will show his status as an elite person and distinguish him from the gangsters with a muscular head.

Open the refrigerator, according to memory and habit, directly reach for the beer.

It was empty.

"I remember... maybe I remembered it wrong."

Don't worry, this kind of thing is very common.

Like a remote control, like glasses, like money in a bank card.

I clearly remember it being there.

But it's not there.You remembered wrong. (T^T)

Coffee is also good.

I'm too lazy to get those hand-ground coffee, although he usually insists on these in front of others, but these days are too busy and tired.

After making a bag of instant coffee bought from the store, Wesley held the coffee cup, rummaged through the phonograph to find his favorite tune, and put the record down.

The crisp piano sounds, and the unique sound quality of vinyl records is one of his favorite enjoyments.

In the gradually deepening voice, Wesley, who was slumped on the sofa with his eyes closed, seemed to hear a discordant singing voice.

It seems to be... Doraemon?

"How many floors do you carry with a bag of rice ~ carry the second floor with a bag of rice~"

"A bag of rice, oh, ok, yo Xili~"

"A bag of rice yo wash lomo wo ketwakadang~"

"A bag of rice~~ Doraemon!"

The sound is getting closer and clearer...

Not a hallucination!

Wesley opened his eyes suddenly, and a person who had been dreaming for a long time appeared in front of him.

"Hello, Mr. Wesley."

That madman!

"Mr. Wesley, I really... miss you!"

Leon leaned over and patted him on the face a few times.

"You are really hard to find!"

"You are……"

"Oh, isn't it a coincidence, I have consulted a lot of your company's, uh, employees these days. I called... No, I begged them for a long time before I found out about your family."

With his hands behind his back, Leon wandered around with great interest, observing this apartment-style villa with great interest.

"Oh, right!"

Leon, who suddenly turned his head, startled Wesley, who was reaching out to touch the pistol under the sofa cushion, and quickly withdrew his hand as if bitten by a snake.

"Thank you for the beer!"

Pacing back and forth, snap!

There was also a mouth on the face over there.

"I don't even have a snack, how can you entertain guests like this! I'm afraid you look down on me?"

Wesley's upper body was tilted from the beating, and his glasses were almost knocked off.

But he didn't dare to hide, and he didn't even dare to cry out for pain, because the lunatic in front of him didn't know what to do.

Forced to put on a smiling face, Wesley tried his best to pretend nothing had happened, and said with a reddened face, "If I have the honor, I'd be very glad to invite you to have dinner with me at the Fairs Hotel."

"How happy are you?"

what?
"I ask you, how happy is happy?"

"Hehehehe... Don't mention how happy I am."

"Why didn't you mention it?"

"...Ah, this, isn't this very happy!"

"You're too happy too soon!"

Snapped!
……

Wesley picked up his glasses and put them on, the resentment and anger in his eyes could hardly be concealed, but he was always good at hiding himself.

Tolerate……

This room is full of weapons, given the chance...

An arm was wrapped around his neck from behind, as close childhood playmates would always do, and Leon hooked his shoulders, playing the non-existent friend.

"Why didn't you tell me brother when you moved to a new house? Are you still afraid that I will steal your beer? We are not like that~"

"Take me to get acquainted with your house, and let me introduce how it is!"

What can I do?You can do whatever you want!
……

After half an hour.

With a bandage on his head, a whistle in his mouth, and a maraca in both hands, Wesley sat in the family karaoke room he decorated himself, staring blankly at the lunatic howling.

I still have to beat him!
"I am at ease among the people~ I am a fairy who is happy in the sky~ I don't sprinkle anything for the world, I only move my heartstrings for the wine!"

"The world of mortals, what the hell is it? Love is deep! There is always time to get together and part!"

"Sister, sit on the bow of the boat! Brother, go ashore! Hey!"

"I said hey, you said hey! Hey!"

Wesley: ...

Lyon: π_π
Wesley: ...hey...

"Speak louder, why haven't you eaten? It's quiet, have you eaten?"

Leon said again: "Come sing with me!"

"Is this an excuse for you to break up~"

"Twist!"

"I can't fly no matter what~" Leon looked at him.

Wesley: Hey!
"Fancy world!" Leon looked at him.

Wesley: Hey!
"It turns out I'm one~" I didn't look at him.

Wesley: Hey!
……

After a dark hour, Leon had a sore throat, and Wesley was finally relieved.

"How about it, are you happy!"

"happy!"

"Hara less, no less Hara!"

"Ha, Master Hara!"

"Do you want to do it again!"

"…………"

You fucking kill me!
Wesley finally broke down.

This guy is simply humiliating him!

Let yourself accompany, let yourself harmonize, let yourself dress like a clown, smile and applaud him!

"You crazy! Crazy! You kill me!"

"f++k you!! Crazy! I'm not a clown!!"

Leon was still sitting on the large sofa, leaning on the backrest, resting his head on his hands, and applauding Wesley after hearing Wesley's roaring and cursing.

"wait for me."

Leon 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 famous gun, the Colt that was always kept in his desk.

"There's only one bullet in the gun, and you can make a choice."

Leon slowly walked to the place where he was sitting with his back turned to Wesley, and sat back slowly.

Still the same action, still the same posture.

"Use this bullet to end yourself, or, take a gamble!"

His fingers tapped his forehead.

Leon said bewitchingly, "Hit here!"

Wesley straightened his glasses tremblingly, picked up the gun he had never fired, and clenched his hands tightly!Just pointing at Leon's head.

Leon was still as virtuous, and even raised his legs.

a long time.

Slowly, slowly, Wesley pointed the gun at himself.

His face was distorted, with cold sweat and tears running down his face.

Snapped!
Another big mouth!
"What the hell are you stuffing your finger into the hole in the trigger!"

Wesley was completely devastated.

He cried and hugged Leon's leg, crying loudly, begging for mercy.

He said that he was forced, he said that he regretted it, and he swore that he would change his past mistakes in the future and use the rest of his life to pay for the mistakes he made.

Kneeling down, Leon patted Wesley on the back of the head kneeling on the ground: "Now, you look a little bit like a clown."

"However, it's still worse than me!"

Wesley raised his head convulsively, his neck was thrown back extremely, and with dim tears in his eyes, he saw the lunatic who had always worn a mask take off his hat and mask.

Leaked a painted, clown's face!
He stroked back his slightly curving green hair and licked the corner of his mouth.

Leon took out a small knife from his jacket pocket, and stuffed it into Wesley's mouth.

"Well…………!"

Hush! !

Under Wesley's horrified and desperate eyes, Leon smiled and said, "I'm asking you a little question. Don't be nervous. If you're nervous, my hands will shake! So, here comes the question: where can I find Jin?" and what?"

Wesley couldn't stop crying.

Say it earlier, brother!
Say it early!
You asked me a long time ago!

Why bother!Why bother! !

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(End of this chapter)