Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 118: The invisible prison (please subscribe~)
Bucciarati is a good man.
No matter what other people think, in the eyes of the old people living in the old town of Naples, Bucciarati is an undisputed good boy.
Whenever these old people encounter any trouble at home, Bucciarati will try his best to help.
It is simply more enthusiastic than the police station, and more enthusiastic than the neighborhood committee.
Over time, those old people regarded Bucciarati as their own relatives.
Bucciarati, who was abandoned by his mother when he was a child and lost his father when he grew up, unknowingly regarded these old people as the sustenance of his family affection.
And now
In the phone call Polbo made, the familiar voices of those old people once again reached Bucciarati’s ears:
“Yes, is it Bucciarati?”
“A group of strangers caught us together and forced us to call you”
“Bucciarati, are you in any trouble?”
“I”
Bucciarati’s face became extremely ugly.
Polpo didn’t even give him a chance to talk to these old people, so he hung up the phone:
“I don’t need to explain the situation, right?”
“I’ve done kidnappings a lot before. You should know that I never show mercy.”
“Mr. Polbo”
Bucciarati clenched his fists tightly.
At this moment, when he looked at Bolbo, there was no trace of respect for his past boss in his eyes: “What you are doing now is too much.”
“Don’t be naive.”
Porpo smiled disdainfully:
“You have to stand on the enemy’s corpse to be qualified to say such beautiful words.”
“Now? Let’s do your multiple choice questions first!”
He pointed at the traffic lights and telephone poles at the bridge intersection, allowing Bucciarati and others to see clearly the dense surveillance above:
“There are many surveillance cameras here.”
“In other words, everything that happens at this intersection will be displayed on my computer in real time.”
As he spoke, Polbo showed a laptop showing real-time surveillance footage in front of Bucciarati and others:
“Yes, I will leave now. Your abilities are too dangerous. I don’t want to stand in front of you.”
“I hope you can stay here for ten minutes before I leave.”
“Otherwise there would be no need for those old guys to exist.”
Pol Bo smiled slightly, his fat face full of chills.
Then, without waiting for Bucciarati to say anything else, he slowly rolled up the window and ordered the driver to drive away without looking back.
The giant Hummer spewed out black smoke and rumbled along.
But Bucciarati and others did not dare to pursue.
They could only watch as Bolbo walked away, trapped in this empty bridge intersection like a prisoner.
“That’s right!”
Polbo suddenly rolled down the window again, turned around and shouted twice from a distance:
“Black Sabbath is here to stay. You can have fun with it for the next ten minutes.”
“But please remember, when you ‘play’, never step out of the surveillance range, not even for a second.”
Just finished speaking
Black Sabbath, who had been standing still like a wooden man, suddenly took action.
It is like a piece of salt thrown into water, quickly “melting” in the shadow of the building.
The black cloak turned into a shadow, wrapping its “disappearing” body and disappearing into the shadow silently.
The humanoid double just disappeared.
There was only a black shadow that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, moving quickly in the dim shadow.
In just one breath, it moved a few meters in the shadow and went straight into the gap of the scrapped car.
Bucciarati and others were still sitting in the car and had not had time to get out.
That “shadow” was like a tiger entering a pack of wolves, and immediately bit the easiest sheep:
“Ahhh!”
Mista let out a scream.
Two white arms suddenly stretched out from the shadow under his seat, grabbing his legs tightly like iron pliers.
The force from those hands was extremely terrifying. Just for a moment, Mista felt that his calf bones were about to be broken by the enemy.
“There is a hand reaching out from the shadow?”
Mista was so horrified by this weird scene that he tried to break away but couldn’t.
Bugala actually reacted when mentioned:
“Get out of the car and stand under the sun!”
While ordering his companions to get out of the car to avoid danger, he summoned his steel chain fingers:
“Ali Ali Ali Ali!”
After a blue fist shadow, a long zipper was punched out on the roof of the car.
The zipper opened instantly with a clear and consistent sliding sound, and a “sunroof” opened in the originally sealed roof.
The blazing sunlight spilled from the gap in the zipper, shining on the pair of arms protruding from the shadows.
This Black Sabbath meets the sun like fat meets hot oil:
There was a strange sound in the white smoke, as if it was going to melt in the next second.
It immediately retracted its arms under the scorching sun, and then shrank and hid in the shadows that were not illuminated by the sun.
“Let’s go!”
Bucciarati escaped from the car with Mista.
But their movement speed is far less than that of the substitute who can quickly shuttle through the shadows.
The two of them had just escaped from the car, but before their own shadows could separate from the shadow of the car, Black Sabbath was entangled again like maggots on the tarsal bones.
Mista didn’t have time to react before he was pushed out by Bucciarati.
Bucciarati pushed him into the sun, but he himself fell under the attack of Black Sabbath.
It has already sneaked into Bucciarati’s shadow, and will emerge from the shadow in the next second to deliver a fatal blow to its prey.
“Bucciarati!”
Mista was moved and worried at the same time, and shouted out to Bucciarati who sacrificed himself to save others.
The grudge caused by mutual hostility when we first met has long since dissipated, and all that is left in my heart is emotion.
“Don’t panic.”
Bucciarati’s situation was not as tragic as Mista imagined.
He stepped forward in one step and escaped into the sunlight with his shadow hiding the enemy’s double.
Ordinary people cannot change their shadow at will, but Bucciarati can.
At the moment when Black Sabbath was about to attack from the shadows, Bucciarati suddenly turned to face the sun and ordered the steel chain fingers to attack his own body.
The next moment, a long zipper opened on Bucciarati’s chest.
The sun penetrated through the gap in the zipper, burning Black Sabbath, who had just revealed his head in the shadow behind Bucciarati, wailing.
It instinctively wanted to escape, but Bucciarati’s shadow had separated from the shadows of cars and buildings.
At this time
The steel chain fingers took advantage of the enemy’s pain and difficulty in moving, and quickly removed Bucciarati’s legs with zippers.
Bucciarati’s body and legs were separated like this, and so was the shadow.
The large body was carried away by the fingers of the steel chain, while the legs with limited shadow area collapsed to the ground after losing control of their center of gravity.
Trapped in the shadow of those narrow legs, Black Sabbath could no longer hide from the sun.
It howled and screamed in the sunshine, and in an instant it melted like spring snow meeting the sun.
“Alas, alas?”
Mista was stunned for a while: “Is it gone?”
“Is this substitute so easy to deal with?”
“call”
Bucciarati sighed deeply:
“Black Sabbath’s ability is to sneak in the shadows, and his weakness is sunlight.”
“If you know this information in advance, there are indeed many ways to deal with it.”
“But this does not mean that we can defeat Bolbo.”
“Huh?”
Mista, who knew nothing about the substitute, was very puzzled:
“Didn’t it mean that if the substitute dies, the main body will also die?”
“Not necessarily.”
“Black Sabbath is a ‘remotely controlled stand-in’. This stand-in can move automatically away from the main body and cannot be freely controlled by the main body, but it does not share perceptions or injuries with the main body.”
“So, even if the double is eliminated, Bolbo, as the main body, will be fine.”
“And”
Bucciarati looked at the surveillance camera hanging above his head and said helplessly:
“In fact, solving the double is useless at all.”
“As long as the body still has energy, Porpo can summon Black Sabbath again at any time.”
“And he is still monitoring our situation remotely through surveillance. If you kill one, a new one will come soon.”
Say, it didn’t take long
As if he had some ability to follow his words, from among the shadows of the street buildings, another Black Sabbath appeared with an intact appearance.
“What?”
Mista was stunned for a moment:
“The guy named Bolbo has already escaped in a car, and we can’t find his body at all.”
“Not only is there no way to solve the hostage problem, we dare not leave even if we can find the real body!”
He clutched the pistol tightly, his head hurting:
“If killing the double doesn’t work”
“Isn’t that invincible?”
ps: avatar panel.
Alternate name “Black Sabbath” (blaksabbath)
Ontological Bolbo
Destructive power: e
Speed: a
Range distance: a
Sustainability: a
Movement precision: e
Growthability: e
Ability: Long-distance automatic operation avatar, can only move in the shadows and cannot enter particularly small shadows. Although the destructive power is only e, the suppression power can reach a when in the shadow, and the strength and speed are greatly increased. Weakness is sunlight.