The God of Injustice in Marvel

Tiredness, sometimes after overexertion, as if the body has 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 clear his mind.

As Kingpin's most trusted friend and subordinate, Wesley was certainly not poor. On the contrary, he was rich by any calculation.

So, although Kingpin's business is in Hell's Kitchen, they don't live there.

Kingpin's choice is the office.

A very large office, connected to the bedroom and living room, equipped with various living facilities.

Wesley prefers a single-family apartment-style villa, which he believes can highlight his elite status and distinguish him from the muscle-headed gang members.

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

It came up empty.

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

I didn't pay attention, this kind of thing is very common.

Just 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 it wrong. (T^T)

Coffee is also good.

Too lazy to get those hand-grinded coffees or something, although he usually insists on doing this in front of others, but he has been too busy and tired these days.

After brewing a bag of instant coffee bought from the store, Wesley held the coffee cup, looked for his favorite tunes next to the gramophone, and put the record on.

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

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

It seems like... Doraemon?

"One bag of rice can carry several floors~ One bag of rice can carry two floors~"

"A bag of rice can't get you Xili~"

"Wash a bag of rice and wash it with mobowokotewakadang~"

"A bag of rice~~Doraemon!"

The sound is getting closer and clearer...

Not an illusion!

Wesley opened his eyes suddenly, and a man he had longed for appeared in front of him.

"Hello, Mr. Wesley."

That madman!

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

Leon leaned over and patted his face a few times.

"You are really hard to find!"

"Who are you……"

"Oh, isn't this a coincidence? I've consulted a lot of, um, employees of your company in the past few days. I called... no, I begged them for a long time before I found out about your home."

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

"Oh, right!"

Leon suddenly turned around, startling Wesley who was reaching out to touch the pistol under the sofa cushion. He quickly retracted his hand as if he had been bitten by a snake.

“Thanks for the beer!”

Walking back again, bang!

There was also a slap on the face over there.

"You don't even have any appetizers, how can you entertain guests like this! Are you looking down on me?"

Wesley was beaten so hard that his upper body tilted and his glasses were almost knocked off.

But he didn't dare to hide, or even cry out for pain, because the lunatic in front of him had no idea what he would do.

Forcing a smile on his face, Wesley tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened, and said with a swollen face: "If I have this honor, I will be very happy to invite you to have dinner with me at the Phils Hotel."

"How happy are you?"

ah?

"Let me ask you, how happy do you feel to be happy?"

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

"Why didn't you mention it?"

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

"You are happy too early!"

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, and as long as there is a chance...

An arm hooked around his neck from behind, just like what close childhood playmates often do. Leon put his arm around his shoulders, pretending to be the non-existent friend.

"Why don't you tell me that you have moved to a new house? Are you still afraid that I will drink your beer secretly? We are not like that~"

"How about you take me to get to know your home and introduce it to you!"

What can be done? Whatever you say will be done!

…

Half an hour later.

Wesley wore a bandage on his head, whistled in his mouth, and held a maracas in both hands. He sat in the family karaoke room he decorated by himself, staring blankly at the lunatic crying and howling.

I have to beat him up myself!

"I am at ease among people! I am a carefree fairy in the sky. I don't care about the worldly dust, I only care about the fine wine to move my heart!"

"The world of mortals is so full of love! There is always a time to gather and part ways!"

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

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

Wesley:……

Lyon:π_π

Wesley:...hey...

"Speak louder, you haven't eaten yet! Silently, have you eaten?"

Leon said again: "Come and sing with me!"

"Is this your excuse for breaking up~"

"Twist up!"

"I can't fly out~" Leon looked at him.

Wesley: Hey!

"Flower world!" Leon looked at him.

Wesley: Hey!

"So I'm one~" I didn't look at him.

Wesley: Hey!

…

After an hour of darkness, Leon's throat hurt a little, and Wesley finally found relief.

"How about it, are you happy?"

"happy!"

"Haha Shao, no Hala Shao!"

"Ha, Master Hala!"

"Want to do it again!"

"………………"

You fucking kill me!

Wesley finally broke down.

This guy is simply humiliating him!

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

"You crazy! Madman! Just kill me!"

"Fkyou!! Crazy! I'm not a clown!!"

Leon was still sitting on the large sofa, leaning on the backrest, supporting his head with his hands, and applauded Wesley after listening to him yelling and cursing.

"Wait me a moment."

Leon suddenly disappeared in front of Wesley.

Before Wesley could cautiously walk to the door, he came back again.

"then."

A gun was thrown in front of him.

It's a Colt from his collection of famous guns that he keeps in his desk.

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

Leon walked slowly to where he was sitting just now with his back to Wesley, and sat back slowly.

It’s still the same action, still the same posture.

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

He tapped his forehead with his finger.

Leon said in a very bewildering way: "Hit here!"

Wesley adjusted his glasses tremblingly, picked up the gun he had never fired before, held it tightly with both hands, and pointed it at Leon's head.

Leon was still as virtuous as ever, even crossing his legs.

a long time.

Wesley slowly, slowly, pointed the gun at himself.

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

Snapped!

Another big mouth!

"Why don't you stick your finger into the hole in the trigger!"

Wesley was completely devastated.

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

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

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

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

Wesley raised his head twitchingly, tilting his neck back extremely. With tears in his eyes, he saw the madman who always wore a mask take off his hat and mask.

A picture of a clown's face was revealed, covered in oil paint!

He smoothed his slightly curved green hair back and licked the corners of his mouth.

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

"Well…………!"

Shhh!!

Under Wesley's frightened and desperate eyes, Leon smiled and said: "I want to ask you a little question, don't be nervous, my hands will shake if you are nervous! So, here is the question: Where can I find Jin?

And"

Wesley's tears couldn't stop flowing.

I told you earlier, brother!

Tell me earlier!

If you had asked me earlier, I would have told you!

Why bother! Why bother!!