"Believe me, fbi is definitely not as powerful as me." Dior was talking nonsense.

Christine just smiled and stopped continuing the topic.

It was not until Dior sent her home and got out of the car that she suggested again: "Do you want to go in and sit? Have a cup of coffee or..."

Dior glanced at the 'tramp' in the back seat and said regretfully: "It's better to be next time, it's not convenient now."

Christine didn't know why she was so bold just now. Now that she was rejected, she could no longer muster up the courage, so she waved goodbye to him and went home.

Dior also brought the homeless man back to his home.

Recently, this is the second "home guy" to spend the night at his house. Is this popular now?

After throwing him into the guest room, Dior shook his head and went to take a shower, change his clothes and prepare to go to bed.

.........

The next day, the genius was in a daze, and Dior woke up because of some unexpected sounds.

At first he thought it was a thief at home, but when he came out, he saw a figure standing in front of the refrigerator, carrying the beer inside. He could hardly hold it in his arms, but he ignored it, as if he would not move it or pull it down.

"Is this your home? Sorry, I found myself here as soon as I opened my eyes. If you are not ready to call the police, can you let me take two cans of this to leave?"

The homeless man with a beard and messy hair said, throwing the beer in his arms back into the refrigerator. Then, this time he only took out one can and opened it in one breath and drank it all. Then he let out a breath and squeezed the can and threw it away. He took out another can and opened it, not caring about the view of the person standing next to him.

"Do you still remember? I brought you here yesterday. When I first met you, you were being beaten by a group of people on the ground because... snatching wine?"

Dior walked over and handed him a can of beer from the refrigerator, and then he took one himself, but after thinking about it, he put the beer in his hand back and took a can of ice coke again.

The homeless man who had just finished drinking the second can was refused, took the beer handed to him by Dior and poured it into his mouth.

Then he seemed to remember something and said, "I think I have some impression. If there was a bottle of whiskey at this time, I would definitely be able to remember it."

"I guess you should have flipped through the entire refrigerator before I appeared. As you can see, I have the only one here beer, so do you want to change the taste?" Dior raised the Coke in his hand and signaled.

"I still like this more if children drink that kind of thing."

The "homeman" who had finished drinking a can of beer in a few breaths was more accustomed to get wine from the refrigerator. It should be that the owner here did not intend to drive him out or call the police.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Corona..."

Dior glanced at the beer brand in his hand, then took a sip of Coke and said, "I knew I should have bought Budweiser, would you say, Mr. Corona?"

‘Mr. Corona’ threw away another can of Corona beer and shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"Let me guess, actually your name is Logan, you are a mutant, right?"

Swish!

Before Dior finished speaking, the invincible Edman alloy claws cut off the coke in his hand and stopped in front of his neck.

"Who are you?"

Looking at those wild and fierce eyes, Dior knew that this was the wolverine he remembered, not a homeless man with only confusion and alcoholism in his eyes.

"Relax, you dirty my floor."

The unfinished coke spilled all over the floor, which made Dior a little helpless.

"Who are you and why do you know me?" At this time, Logan was completely like a different person, and his whole body was full of aggressiveness.

If Dior's answer to him was not satisfactory, it might be that what would spill on the floor next would not be Coke, but a brighter liquid.

"If I said it was a coincidence, would you believe it?"

The answer to Dior was another claw popping up!

I knew that no one believed the truth these days.

In desperation, Dior had to spread his hands and said, "It was your self-healing factor that exposed himself. It just so happened that I have a good relationship with S.H.I.I. I have read some information about mutants, including those code-named Wolverine..."

"S.H.I.E.L.D?"

Although he hadn't dealt with much, Logan obviously knew this organization and knew that SHIELD people had been to the school taught more than once, and are temporarily the one that is harmless to mutants.

And he thought about it and it seemed that the other party had not shown any malice since yesterday.

So Logan took back the sharp claws in his hand, and the fierce light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"I hope you didn't lie to me, otherwise you will definitely regret it!"

"I don't know if I don't regret it later. I only know that I saved you yesterday and gave you a bed. Of course, there are all these. Maybe you can express your gratitude." Dior pointed to the can on the ground.

"Although the first two are you meddling in other people's business, for the sake of these beers, well... thank you."

After drinking the can of beer in his hand, Logan got up and prepared to leave. His identity was revealed so that he could not stay here for a long time. He was about to leave New York and go to another city to continue his wandering journey.

But before that...

Logan found a plastic bag and put all the dozen cans of beer left in the refrigerator.

"Hey, what are you doing? This is my home, not a free supermarket!" For some reason, Dior always feels like a 'myth' in his heart. This must be a fake wolf uncle, how could my wolf uncle be like this?

What's the difference between this and someone else treating guests to dinner, and having to pack a serving after they have eaten?

Too much!

"I said thank you. In addition, Coke is more suitable for you at your age." As he said, Logan threw a can of Coke to him.

"You are robbing, no wonder you were beaten like that yesterday."

"I took the wine away. Of course, it would be fine if you hit me and vent your anger. Don't worry, I won't fight back, but it's better not to fire a gun. Last time, an old man smashed my only good clothes with a shotgun, which made me very angry, so I cut his shotgun into ten pieces, which scared him to call the police immediately."

"Are you serious? I'm not taking any light action."

"Wow, maybe another bottle of whiskey should be added."

Logan obviously didn't take his words to heart. Young people always don't know how to be tall and strong. If they learn a little Taekwondo, they feel that they are invincible in the world.
Chapter completed!