Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 119: Magic show


Bucciarati stood cautiously under the sun, while facing a tense confrontation with Black Sabbath standing in the shadows, and at the same time looking across the air from Bolbo, who was hidden behind the surveillance camera.

Porpo did not show up again, and Black Sabbath could not attack due to the sunlight, but the current situation is not friendly to Bucciarati and the others at all:

“What to do?”

“Are we going to waste our time here?”

Fuge was the first to break the silence and put this cruel question in front of everyone:

“Bucciarati, you should know that although Mr. Polpo values ​​his commitments, he never talks about moral principles to his enemies.”

“Taking ten minutes to let us leave safely is obviously a delaying strategy. If we really wait here for ten minutes and wait for the follow-up reinforcements to arrive, we will be dead!”

“That’s right.”

Apaki echoed the analysis from a rational point of view:

“Not only that, Li Qing’s current situation is also very dangerous.”

“If we don’t go to support in time, he is likely to be killed by the boss hiding nearby”

“I understand!”

Bucciarati’s voice trembled slightly:

How could he not think of what Fugo and Apache said.

However, it has to be said that Bolbo found his weakness.

On one side is the safety of myself and my companions, on the other side is the life of dozens of innocent old people. Such multiple-choice questions are too difficult to answer.

“Sacrificing other people’s consciousness?”

“Mr. Polbo, you were still teaching me lessons until the end”

Bucciarati pursed his lips tightly, with a hint of unconcealable pain on his expression:

“Yes, both the soldiers participating in the war and the civilians affected are just expendable bargaining chips in the war. If you want to win the final victory and create that beautiful world, death and blood are inevitable.”

“As long as we make some ‘necessary sacrifices’, we can easily overcome obstacles and move forward.”

“But”

The confusion on his face gradually turned into perseverance, and Bucciarati’s will remains the same:

“I refuse!”

“I, Bruno Bucciarati, never like to take the easy road!”

While Black Sabbath stayed at the bridge intersection to deal with the enemy, Porpo, who was cautious by nature, had already escaped for a full kilometer on the giant Hummer.

Until the enemy was completely away from the main body, Bolbo felt relieved and asked the driver to park the car on the side of the road, and then sat leisurely in the luxury carriage, eating bananas and drinking tea while staring at Looking at the computer screen, he remotely monitored the battlefield one kilometer away.

“They seemed to be talking”

“Are you talking about something, discussing counterattack tactics, or arguing about that ‘choice question’?”

Polbo watched every move of Bucciarati and others very vigilantly.

The surveillance can only capture images, but cannot record sounds.

However, although he could not hear the content of the conversation between Bucciarati and others, Polbo could still see with relief: Bucciarati and others have not taken any action so far.

They still stood stiffly under the sunlight, trapped in the invisible prison.

Until

A cloud floated in the sky.

The clouds drifted neither fast nor slowly. When passing by this sky, they happened to cast their own shadows on this ground and this intersection.

The shadows of the floating clouds overlapped with the shadows of the buildings, instantly covering most of the originally vast direct sunlight area at the intersection.

“Oh?”

Polbo laughed playfully across the screen:

“There is a good show to watch.”

Black Sabbath didn’t attack just now because there was sunlight blocking it, but now the sunlight was temporarily blocked by the clouds in the sky, almost turning the entire intersection into a realm of shadows.

In other words, Black Sabbath is about to take action.

Polbo immediately turned his expectant eyes to the monitoring screen on the computer.

But he actually couldn’t see this battle of substitutes.

Because what he is looking at now is the surveillance screen, and the surveillance camera is not a substitute messenger, so it cannot capture the substitutes made of spiritual energy at all.

At this moment, Porpo can’t even see his own Black Sabbath.

However, even so, he can still deduce the situation of the battle from the movements and expressions of Bucciarati and others:

First of all, the moment the clouds blocked the sun, Bucciarati and others subconsciously jumped back to avoid it.

It was clear that Black Sabbath was back in action.

It shuttled freely among the shadows that doubled in area, chasing the prey in front of it like a hungry prairie wolf under the moonlit night.

Soon, the panic look on Fugo’s face told Bolbo that he was the first prey targeted by Black Sabbath.

In this vast shadow, he had nowhere to hide and could only watch helplessly as the monster in the shadow pounced towards him.

But, at this moment

“Fuge!!”

Nalanja let out a roar that was very powerful just by looking at the shape of his mouth, and then he desperately pushed his companion far away and stood in front of Black Sabbath.

As a remotely controlled stand-in, Black Sabbath is not very intelligent.

He will not specifically target a target to attack, but will only attack the mission target closest to him first.

As a result, Nalanjia, who was self-sacrificing, immediately replaced his companions and was entangled by the Black Sabbath lurking in the shadows.

It leaned out from the shadows and clamped Nalanja’s legs with its arms containing immense power.

Nalanjia immediately became unsteady and fell heavily to the ground.

His legs instantly twisted and deformed under the powerful grip, and Bolbo heard the sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing through the screen.

“Nalanjia!”

The crowd roared heartbreakingly.

Bucciarati, Giorno, and Fugo, three companions with power substitutes, immediately rushed forward.

They each summoned their own avatars, letting Steel Chain Fingers, Golden Experience, and Purple Smoke take action at the same time to pull and stop Black Sabbath who was leaning out from the shadows.

However, even three against one, Black Sabbath’s shadow-boosted power can keep up.

It was engaged in a tug-of-war with the three substitutes, a wrestling match using Naranja’s body as a “rope”.

Nalanja’s legs were pulled to the point of breaking under this wrestling, and blood spurted out.

Seeing this situation, Apache, who was weak, could only step forward and let his melancholy blues help do his part.

Of course

From Bolbo’s perspective, he could only see four men standing side by side, yelling into the air with distorted faces.

However, this funny scene did not make him laugh. Instead, it made him deeply wary.

Because the monitoring is blocked.

Whether it was intentional or not, the four people who came to rescue Bucciarati, Giorno, Fugo and Apache happened to form a human screen, blocking Naranja tightly. Off camera.

Polbo could only see the spreading blood stains on the ground, but could not see Nalanja’s body.

“One second, two seconds, three seconds and four seconds. Naranja has ‘disappeared’ from the screen for such a long time. Do they want to take the opportunity to let Naranja escape?”

“If the blood is still flowing far away, it means Nalanjia’s injured body must still be there.”

Porpo is like an audience watching a magic show, diligently searching for every possible loophole in the picture.

However, what disappointed him and reassured him was that

After “disappearing” from the surveillance screen for more than 5 seconds, Naranja reappeared on Bolbo’s computer screen.

At this time, the clouds had drifted away from the sky.

The sun shines again, and Black Sabbath, who was originally wrestling with substitutes such as Steel Finger, melts away.

Bucciarati and others achieved a brief victory.

But Nalan Jia’s legs had been crushed in the painful stalemate just now.

He just lay dying in a pool of blood, his eyes were hollow and numb, and he seemed to have lost his mind in the severe pain.

“It is indeed him.”

Polbo carefully observed Nalanja’s condition and confirmed that this was not a cover-up:

His body was still shaking and his wounds were still bleeding. He was obviously alive.

Not to mention, the surveillance camera can’t capture the stand-in at all.

Even the melancholic blues that can perfectly reproduce the postures of others cannot fool the eyes of this machine.

Moreover, even if they could really disappear from the surveillance like magic, they would not be able to find Bolbo hiding one kilometer away.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is now absolutely safe.

“Very good”

Polbo nodded with satisfaction, his eyes still not moving away from the surveillance screen.

What happened next was pretty much what he expected:

Bucciarati and others helped the injured Nalanja up, and then carefully hid under the sun, not daring to move or leave.

Soon, the third Black Sabbath sent by Bolbo also arrived at the scene and stood in the shadows to confront them.

“Yes, just stay here obediently!”

Polbo increasingly felt that he had a chance to win.

However, out of his understanding of Bucciarati, an old subordinate, he still did not relax his vigilance.

He just stared at the computer screen with all his concentration, taking in every move made by Bucciarati and others.

Time passed minute by second in this silent and tense confrontation in the air.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes

Polbo was so engrossed in watching the surveillance that he didn’t even notice the movement around him.

Until then

Bang bang bang!

Someone knocked **** his car door.

“Who?!”

Polbo raised his head as if he had just woken up and looked out the car window.

There was only a young man’s angry face outside the car window, and a “toy plane” pointing its mini-cannon at his chest.

“Mr. Polpo.”

Sweat dripped from Nalanja’s forehead, and anger was burning in his eyes:

“I found you.”

Sogou


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