The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

Valentine couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly, his brain was spinning fast, and Jonson Joffrey was hiding as a prison guard. Diego Lang's point far exceeded DIO.

At least people DIO will not directly talk about their stand-in ability under everyone's eyes.

Jonson sighed slightly.

As if thinking about some important question, Valentine finally said--

"It's okay to give you Harmanton, and you can be the next president," Valentine said: "But the eyeballs in Josson Josda's hands must be handed over."

"Because the body must be kept intact in order to play its true role." Valentine said seriously.

"Think about it, Diego." Valentine advised: "As long as you have the body, the United States is yours. The body can make this country everlasting and glorious forever."

"It's always better than letting a lame stand up." Valentine said.

"..."

"Look carefully." Valentine said, and got up from the chair, around the old rectangular table, and stood behind the long table——

"Suppose this is a banquet, and there is a napkin on the left and right sides of a dinner plate. Which side would you pick up?"

Diego closed his jaw slightly, and did not answer him, Valentine smiled——

"From the time I heard that you wanted to be the President of the United States, I knew it." Valentine said, "You are me."

"Because we all take the initiative to pick up the napkins. Because picking up the left or right napkin depends on the person who picked up the napkin first—"

Valentine said: "If it were you, Diego, what would you do?"

"..."

"Of course I am the one who picked up the napkin first." Valentine said, "This is you."

Diego took a deep breath and agreed very much with Valentine's words. He immediately hit Diego's life rules. Just like Diego's dove theory, he should be the first pigeon to take off.

And Valentine will be the one who takes the napkin first.

The two of them are exactly the same kind of people.

"But this is not the case." Valentine suddenly changed his words and said: "Theoretically, anyone can be the first person to pick up a napkin, but in fact, who is going to pick up a napkin on this table? Specified."

"First, it can be the host of the party, and second, it can be the elderly. In short, it is the person who deserves your respect."

"What about **** Christ? He is sitting on this table, I am afraid that even the Pope will be humble."

Valentine supported the table with both hands and looked at Diego seriously, who was silent—

"Now! America! The United States of America has to pick up the first napkin!!"

Diego: "!!!"

Diego bit his teeth slightly. He knew that only by standing at the highest position can he gain dignity, and only by becoming the leading pigeon can he lead everyone!

Diego sighed slightly. He knew he was almost convinced that in order to make the whole United States stand up, is it just the **** Jonson Josta?

"I'll think about it," Diego said in a low voice.

Valentine glanced at Diego, but didn't move.

"What's the matter?" Dia snorted, "Are you still afraid of me running away?"

As soon as his voice fell, the golden stand-in suddenly appeared behind him again, and Valentine's back felt a slight chill.

Time is suspended. It's really a terrifying force. The saint would give this low and poor ghost the power to dominate the world? Now that he can be selected by the saint's body to obtain this ability, then the saint has his considerations.

Diego may have his own talents, he and Diego are the same kind of people, and the saint's remains will choose theirs, who should be the first to pick up the napkin.

Valentine whispered in his heart, and then he said to Diego: "Then you think about it, and you'd better give me an answer tomorrow morning."

Having said that, he picked up the gloves he had just taken off and was about to leave. At the moment he just turned around, he suddenly found a guard behind him.

Valentine was a little surprised, meaning that the guard heard the conversation just now?

"The guard is good," Valentine said.

The guard was a little excited and immediately stood at attention and said, "Thank you for the compliment of the President."

"Come and be my personal guard." Valentine said compassionately. The guard was about to fly into the sky. Valentine left without looking back. The guards were very clever, bowed to Diego and hurriedly followed the president.

Diego saw the guard's back and ignored him.

Because he heard everything, the president will definitely kill him.

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"I'm very curious."

Turned into a dark alley, no one knew that the master of this country, Fani Valentin, was so defenseless, followed by a small prison guard, and walked on the road like this.

"I'm very curious, Mr. Valentine, do you really want to hand over America to a gangster like Diego?"

Hearing the guards behind him say, Valentine suddenly stopped. This not too narrow alley, next to the dense late Victorian architecture, is on the second floor window——

There is only a star-spangled banner, which is specially arranged for the SBR competition. The rooms with the stars and stripes can be provided for the members of the SBR competition to live in.

Valentine stood under the Stars and Stripes, and the pale moonlight poured down from upstairs, illuminating his back.

"You should have heard all of them, right?" Valentine said, his back suddenly became less fat in Jonson's eyes, but a little stronger, even a sense of muscular power.

Jonson frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable. Is this the legendary weight loss? Is it the Stars and Stripes to lose weight? He joked to himself in his heart.

"I heard it all, Mr. President." Johnson's voice was low but with a cynical attitude.

"It doesn't matter if it is me or Diego, whoever will be the president, as long as the United States is the first person to pick up the napkin." Drop this prison guard.

But at the moment when he turned to see the prison guard, Valentine frowned slightly. The black eyes of this mediocre looking man suddenly turned red.

The red eyes were bathed in moonlight and looked extremely bright.

Not good! Just by the aura of his standing here, Valentine knew that this man was not a prison guard! !

But there is such an ability that even smells and sounds, pupils and hair can completely camouflage? !

"I'm here to take the heart." Johnson whispered.

After all, Valentine suddenly covered his chest, and the saint's heart rolled out on its own!

Jonson took off Hertpanz’s meat mist headgear, revealing pale skin and golden hair, a pair of red eyes like a vampire at midnight——

"Now, tell me, who is the one who picked up the napkin?"

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Ah Dean, what are you doing Dean, the code word is so weak recently, it's really too much.

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