What Is Diego From Ice Age の小説・ストーリー

Diego smiled and said, "Do you think you have any power to say no? I'm in a good mood now, so I'll be nice. Don't piss me off! "Things won't end well if I'm angry. I might end your life after I'm done with you!" As he spat the last sentence out, Diego had a maniacal expression. He looked like a demon. Sensing the ferocity from Diego's aura, Khloris' body trembled. She froze as panic flooded her mind. That man was not human—disgusting and insane. "That's the spirit!" Diego let out a satisfied chuckle, seeing that Khloris was no longer struggling. He inched closer, bringing his mouth to hers.

“Ahhh…at least ONE of you has some manners.” His eyes crinkle with delight and he puffs out his chest. Then, with fisted fingers, he smacks at his chest a few times. “Ahhh….my name. Listen well you two and remember my name. I am Diego. You may pronounce it as dee-yay-go. It means ‘he who supplants.’” Diego is clearly enjoying being in the limelight but Helios grows impatient. He is not used to having to wait for an answer.

"Diego might be a klutz but he is clearly not stupid. He would’ve handed the evidence to someone else as insurance. If Matteo kills him, that person releases it. It’s a smart move." "Who would Diego trust enough for that? A close friend? A colleague?" "Did he ever mention family?" Kael scratched his chin. "His resume said he was an orphan. Background checks confirmed his entire family died in a crash—he was the sole survivor." "Then maybe a close friend? Or distant family?" "I’ll look into it." Kael replied. "Good. Also, send Michael to my lair. Tell him to bring the records of last year’s cocaine shipment from Colombia."

“Who?” “Someone from Diego’s past,” Luca replied, his voice tight with urgency. “A ghost from the shadows. His name is Victor Drago.” Rafael’s jaw clenched. The name was all too familiar. Drago was a brutal, calculated man who had worked with Diego during his early days in the underworld. He’d been one of Diego’s most trusted lieutenants, but Rafael had always known there was something dark behind the man’s eyes—something even Diego had feared.

If César's tech team was still monitoring Diego's comms—and I knew they were—the clock was already ticking. But I couldn't stop. "I have a son, Diego," I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "His name is Marcello. He's two. He has dark curls and... he has so much energy. He says carro. He's perfect, Dee." "A nephew," Diego whispered, his voice cracking. "I have a nephew. Does he... does he look like us?" "He looks like a mix," I lied, unable to tell him that Marcello had the eyes of the devil who was hunting us. "He's beautiful. I wish you could see him. I wish I could come home."

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b