Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 191: Give him a chance
Apache landed in a leafy city park.
The park is a poor man’s villa.
In Rome late at night, where the neon lights don’t shine, there are always some characters who are secretly alive that ordinary people don’t want to notice.
Beggars, drunkards, hooligans, drug addicts, homeless people and other low-level insects wander around and rest in the shades of the park in twos and threes, making this beautiful and natural park during the day very scary and dangerous at night.
Apaji walked quickly through the dimly lit tree-lined path.
He felt a little nervous:
As a former police officer who graduated from the police academy with high marks at the age of 18 and has one year of practical work experience, his nervousness certainly does not stem from those shunned homeless people in the park.
Apache is worried about Diavolo and Diavolo’s men.
Since the enemy has already prepared a trap with missiles, their offensive will never stop easily.
At this moment, under the dim light and among the dense trees, the unknown powerful enemy may appear at any time.
Melancholy Blues is the ace of the team in terms of intelligence capabilities, but in terms of combat, he is like a water cooler keeper.
This also means that once he falls into a lonely state, his situation will become very dangerous.
And luckily
The weather was good and the wind was in the right direction. When Apache landed over this city park, he was surprised and thankful to notice:
Bucciarati, who parachuted in front of him, accidentally landed in the same place as him.
“Bucciarati!”
Apagi quickly walked through the park woods in the direction of Bucciarati in his memory.
While shouting Bucciarati’s name loudly, he tried to get closer to the other party’s location.
“Apache?”
Bucciarati heard Apache’s voice from the dim trees.
“Great”
Bucciarati also felt quite lucky to be able to rejoin his companions immediately after being separated.
He quickly followed the sound and found himself in front of Apaki, and asked impatiently:
“Apache, are you not injured?”
“What about the others? Have you noticed their whereabouts?”
“I’m fine.”
Apache did not waste much time on pleasantries, but quickly and succinctly described the situation:
“The whereabouts of the others are still unknown. It seems that we are the only two who ended up in this park.”
“Then, let’s go quickly”
He suggested without any delay:
“As you said on the plane, our first priority now is to get to the Colosseum.”
“Yes.” Bucciarati nodded.
Although he is very worried about the situation of Nalanjia and others, now is indeed not the time to look for companions.
At least
Bucciarati looked at the dense and deep shadows around him and the lights that became extremely dim under the obstruction of the heavy branches and leaves:
At the very least, they have to leave this seemingly dangerous place as soon as possible.
At this moment, just when Bucciarati was preparing to move as soon as possible because he was worried about enemy sneak attacks, a murderous stranger actually jumped out of the dark woods:
“Ahhhhh!”
“Go to hell, devil!”
Amid a vague strange roar, a tall, thin young man suddenly rushed out with a knife.
His clothes were dirty and messy, his cheeks were pale and bleeding, and veins burst out on his exposed skinny arms, which looked particularly frightening under the dim light.
“An enemy?!”
Bucciarati and Apaki reacted at the same time.
Having just experienced a man-made air crash, and now they were in this dark forest, they already seemed to be in a state of panic and panic.
Seeing someone suddenly rushing toward them with a knife, they immediately rushed forward with all their strength:
“Steel chain fingers!”
The first to take action was naturally Bucciarati’s steel chain fingers.
This speedy humanoid double appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them, and in an instant, under the dim light, he blasted out a blue fist shadow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
For Bucciarati, this punch was just a test for the enemy.
And that “enemy”, the thin bamboo pole holding a switchblade and coming with murderous intent
His movements were stagnated by this punch, and his whole body was shaking violently. It seemed that in the next second, he would completely fall apart like an old table and chair.
But the attacks he suffered did not end.
When Bucciarati felt that something was wrong and stopped his steel chain fingers, Apache acted subconsciously and jumped forward towards the uninvited guest.
Apache is skilled in combat, and his melee combat ability is stronger than most people, even some humanoid avatars (including his own Melancholy Blue).
Before the “enemy” could even react from the pain of the punch, Apaki slapped the blade he was holding tightly in his hand with one palm, and then knocked the opponent to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. .
“Ah”
The young man let out a scream.
However, he still seemed to feel no pain, collapsed on the ground and shouted: “Give me the money, give it to me! I, I, I want it, I want it!”
Apaji paused for a moment, then punched the guy in the face.
Punch after punch.
The “enemy’s” continuous strange roar soon became more blurry because of the blood pouring from his throat.
“Wait!”
Seeing that Apache was about to beat the other party to death.
Bucciarati finally stopped him uncontrollably:
“Apache, we made a mistake, this is not Diablo’s person.”
“I know.”
Apaji stopped his fist which was already stained with blood.
The dripping blood shimmered scarlet under the dim light, making his deep pupils look particularly cold:
“But he is not a good person either.”
“Skinny as a stick, with red eyes, yellow skin, incoherent speech, strange spirit, and holding a sharp knife, and is highly aggressive”
“I often dealt with this kind of scum when I was a policeman. The stench on his body was so strong that I could smell it with my nose. He was a hopeless lunatic, a man who relied on robbery to make a living. Addict.”
“If I don’t kill him, he will only harm others if he lives in the world.”
Apaki said so coldly.
“”
Hearing this, Bucciarati was slightly silent.
He also saw what kind of thing this young man was:
Like those lost youths in Naples who were emptied of their bodies and ruined their lives by drugs, the guy in front of him has embarked on an irreversible path.
“That’s right”
“He is hopeless.”
Bucciarati sighed deeply.
He looked at the young man on the ground who was moaning strangely in severe pain, with a hint of pity in his eyes:
“But this should not be a reason for us to kill.”
“Should we let him live?”
“Allowing such a scumbag to live will only hurt others in the end.”
Apaki’s tone was still cold.
But his body was shaking slightly because he recalled some bad experiences:
Just a few months ago, when he was still a policeman, he derelictly let a criminal go. When they met again, the criminal shot and killed his most trusted partner.
That incident, as well as the various magical realities encountered at work, deeply changed Apaki’s outlook on life.
He is no longer the policeman who dreams of upholding justice.
And he joined the gang not because he had any grand ideals, but because he was completely disappointed with society and wanted to give up on himself in the darkness.
What Apaki never expected was that on the first day he officially joined the gang, he would be abducted by the gang leader named Bucciarati to be a “messenger of justice.”
“I know what you mean.”
Bucciarati patted Apaki’s shoulder gently:
“But killing people doesn’t solve the problem.”
“Let’s go, we don’t have much time to defeat Diablo, change the passion organization, and change this country.”
“This is the real solution to the problem.”
Bucciarati’s voice carries a power that can penetrate people’s hearts.
Apaji couldn’t help but slowly loosen his fist, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
“Oh, you really don’t look like a mafia.”
“Same.”
Bucciarati said noncommittally: “You don’t look like a policeman either.”
“Indeed, I am no longer a long time ago.”
Apaji sighed lightly and finally let go of the inexplicable murderous intention that surged into his heart.
“So”
He glanced at the addict who staggered up from the ground.
After suffering a series of beatings, this guy finally regained consciousness with blood dripping from his face:
“Are we just going to let it go?”
“He attacked us with a knife this time, and he might hurt other innocent people next time.”
“this”
“I want to give him a chance.”
Bucciarati said with emotion.
At the same time, the steel chain fingers made a fist shadow in an instant:
“Ali Ali Ali Ali!”
The addict felt a sudden strong wind in the air in front of him, and a zipper that he could not even see opened on his shoulders.
The next second, the two zippers were opened at the same time, and the two arms were broken.
“I took off all his arms that could attack people.”
“I hope that after losing his hands forever, he will change in the future”
Bucciarati said in a complicated tone.
The look he looked at the addict was full of compassion and tenderness.
But the guy looked at his arms that had fallen to the ground, and his shoulders that had become empty below.
As he was slightly awake, his expression changed, and he immediately shouted in a pale voice:
“Devil, this is the devil!!”
Apache landed in a leafy city park.
The park is a poor man’s villa.
In Rome late at night, where the neon lights don’t shine, there are always some characters who are secretly alive that ordinary people don’t want to notice.
Beggars, drunkards, hooligans, drug addicts, homeless people and other low-level insects wander around and rest in the shades of the park in twos and threes, making this beautiful and natural park during the day very scary and dangerous at night.
Apaji walked quickly through the dimly lit tree-lined path.
He felt a little nervous:
As a former police officer who graduated from the police academy with high marks at the age of 18 and has one year of practical work experience, his nervousness certainly does not stem from those shunned homeless people in the park.
Apache is worried about Diavolo and Diavolo’s men.
Since the enemy has already prepared a trap with missiles, their offensive will never stop easily.
At this moment, under the dim light and among the dense trees, the unknown powerful enemy may appear at any time.
Melancholy Blues is the ace of the team in terms of intelligence capabilities, but in terms of combat, he is like a water cooler keeper.
This also means that once he falls into a lonely state, his situation will become very dangerous.
And luckily
The weather was good and the wind was in the right direction. When Apache landed over this city park, he was surprised and thankful to notice:
Bucciarati, who parachuted in front of him, accidentally landed in the same place as him.
“Bucciarati!”
Apagi quickly walked through the park woods in the direction of Bucciarati in his memory.
While shouting Bucciarati’s name loudly, he tried to get closer to the other party’s location.
“Apache?”
Bucciarati heard Apache’s voice from the dim trees.
“Great”
Bucciarati also felt quite lucky to be able to rejoin his companions immediately after being separated.
He quickly followed the sound and found himself in front of Apaki, and asked impatiently:
“Apache, are you not injured?”
“What about the others? Have you noticed their whereabouts?”
“I’m fine.”
Apache did not waste much time on pleasantries, but quickly and succinctly described the situation:
“The whereabouts of the others are still unknown. It seems that we are the only two who ended up in this park.”
“Then, let’s go quickly”
He suggested without any delay:
“As you said on the plane, our first priority now is to get to the Colosseum.”
“Yes.” Bucciarati nodded.
Although he is very worried about the situation of Nalanjia and others, now is indeed not the time to look for companions.
At least
Bucciarati looked at the dense and deep shadows around him and the lights that became extremely dim under the obstruction of the heavy branches and leaves:
At the very least, they have to leave this seemingly dangerous place as soon as possible.
At this moment, just when Bucciarati was preparing to move as soon as possible because he was worried about enemy sneak attacks, a murderous stranger actually jumped out of the dark woods:
“Ahhhhh!”
“Go to hell, devil!”
Amid a vague strange roar, a tall, thin young man suddenly rushed out with a knife.
His clothes were dirty and messy, his cheeks were pale and bleeding, and veins burst out on his exposed skinny arms, which looked particularly frightening under the dim light.
“An enemy?!”
Bucciarati and Apaki reacted at the same time.
Having just experienced a man-made air crash, and now they were in this dark forest, they already seemed to be in a state of panic and panic.
Seeing someone suddenly rushing toward them with a knife, they immediately rushed forward with all their strength:
“Steel chain fingers!”
The first to take action was naturally Bucciarati’s steel chain fingers.
This speedy humanoid double appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them, and in an instant, under the dim light, he blasted out a blue fist shadow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
For Bucciarati, this punch was just a test for the enemy.
And that “enemy”, the thin bamboo pole holding a switchblade and coming with murderous intent
His movements were stagnated by this punch, and his whole body was shaking violently. It seemed that in the next second, he would completely fall apart like an old table and chair.
But the attacks he suffered did not end.
When Bucciarati felt that something was wrong and stopped his steel chain fingers, Apache acted subconsciously and jumped forward towards the uninvited guest.
Apache is skilled in combat, and his melee combat ability is stronger than most people, even some humanoid avatars (including his own Melancholy Blue).
Before the “enemy” could even react from the pain of the punch, Apaki slapped the blade he was holding tightly in his hand with one palm, and then knocked the opponent to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. .
“Ah”
The young man let out a scream.
However, he still seemed to feel no pain, collapsed on the ground and shouted: “Give me the money, give it to me! I, I, I want it, I want it!”
Apaji paused for a moment, then punched the guy in the face.
Punch after punch.
The “enemy’s” continuous strange roar soon became more blurry because of the blood pouring from his throat.
“Wait!”
Seeing that Apache was about to beat the other party to death.
Bucciarati finally stopped him uncontrollably:
“Apache, we made a mistake, this is not Diablo’s person.”
“I know.”
Apaji stopped his fist which was already stained with blood.
The dripping blood shimmered scarlet under the dim light, making his deep pupils look particularly cold:
“But he is not a good person either.”
“Skinny as a stick, with red eyes, yellow skin, incoherent speech, strange spirit, and holding a sharp knife, and is highly aggressive”
“I often dealt with this kind of scum when I was a policeman. The stench on his body was so strong that I could smell it with my nose. He was a hopeless lunatic, a man who relied on robbery to make a living. Addict.”
“If I don’t kill him, he will only harm others if he lives in the world.”
Apaki said so coldly.
“”
Hearing this, Bucciarati was slightly silent.
He also saw what kind of thing this young man was:
Like those lost youths in Naples who were emptied of their bodies and ruined their lives by drugs, the guy in front of him has embarked on an irreversible path.
“That’s right”
“He is hopeless.”
Bucciarati sighed deeply.
He looked at the young man on the ground who was moaning strangely in severe pain, with a hint of pity in his eyes:
“But this should not be a reason for us to kill.”
“Should we let him live?”
“Allowing such a scumbag to live will only hurt others in the end.”
Apaki’s tone was still cold.
But his body was shaking slightly because he recalled some bad experiences:
Just a few months ago, when he was still a policeman, he derelictly let a criminal go. When they met again, the criminal shot and killed his most trusted partner.
That incident, as well as the various magical realities encountered at work, deeply changed Apaki’s outlook on life.
He is no longer the policeman who dreams of upholding justice.
And he joined the gang not because he had any grand ideals, but because he was completely disappointed with society and wanted to give up on himself in the darkness.
What Apaki never expected was that on the first day he officially joined the gang, he would be abducted by the gang leader named Bucciarati to be a “messenger of justice.”
“I know what you mean.”
Bucciarati patted Apaki’s shoulder gently:
“But killing people doesn’t solve the problem.”
“Let’s go, we don’t have much time to defeat Diablo, change the passion organization, and change this country.”
“This is the real solution to the problem.”
Bucciarati’s voice carries a power that can penetrate people’s hearts.
Apaji couldn’t help but slowly loosen his fist, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
“Oh, you really don’t look like a mafia.”
“Same.”
Bucciarati said noncommittally: “You don’t look like a policeman either.”
“Indeed, I am no longer a long time ago.”
Apaji sighed lightly and finally let go of the inexplicable murderous intention that surged into his heart.
“So”
He glanced at the addict who staggered up from the ground.
After suffering a series of beatings, this guy finally regained consciousness with blood dripping from his face:
“Are we just going to let it go?”
“He attacked us with a knife this time, and he might hurt other innocent people next time.”
“this”
“I want to give him a chance.”
Bucciarati said with emotion.
At the same time, the steel chain fingers made a fist shadow in an instant:
“Ali Ali Ali Ali!”
The addict felt a sudden strong wind in the air in front of him, and a zipper that he could not even see opened on his shoulders.
The next second, the two zippers were opened at the same time, and the two arms were broken.
“I took off all his arms that could attack people.”
“I hope that after losing his hands forever, he will change in the future”
Bucciarati said in a complicated tone.
The look he looked at the addict was full of compassion and tenderness.
But the guy looked at his arms that had fallen to the ground, and his shoulders that had become empty below.
As he was slightly awake, his expression changed, and he immediately shouted in a pale voice:
“Devil, this is the devil!!”