doitstory Chapter 120 Magic Show
Chapter 120 Magic Show
Chapter 120 Magic Show
Bugarati stood cautiously under the sunlight, while confronting the Black Sabbath standing in the shadows tensely, and at the same time staring across the air at Bolbo who was hiding behind the surveillance camera.
Borbo didn't show up again, and Black Sabbath couldn't attack because of the sunlight, but the current situation is not friendly to Bugarati and the others at all:
"How to do?"
"Are we going to waste time here?"
Fugo was the first to break the silence, and put this cruel question in front of everyone:
"Buggarati, you should know that although Mr. Popo values promises, he never talks about morals to his enemies."
"It's obviously a way to slow down the troops if you say that you wait for 10 minutes and let us leave safely. If you really wait here for 10 minutes, we will die as soon as the follow-up reinforcements from the organization arrive!"
"Yes."
From a rational point of view, Apache echoed the analysis:
"Not only that, Li Qing's current situation is also very dangerous."
"If we don't go to support in time, he will most likely be given by the boss who is hiding nearby."
"I see!"
Bugarati's voice trembled slightly:
How could he not have thought of what Fugo and Apache said.
However, it has to be said that Polbo has pinpointed his weakness.
The safety of myself and my companions is on the one hand, and the lives of dozens of innocent old people on the other. This multiple-choice question is too difficult to answer.
"Sacrificing the consciousness of others?"
"Mr. Polpo, you are still giving me 'lessons' at the end"
Bugarati pursed his lips tightly, with an unconcealable pain on his expression:
"That's right. Whether it's the soldiers participating in the war or the civilians affected, they are just chips that can be sacrificed in the war. If you want to win the final victory and create that beautiful world, death and blood are unavoidable."
"With a few 'necessary sacrifices', we can easily move past the barriers."
"but."
The entanglement on his face gradually turned into perseverance, and Bugarati's will remained the same:
"I reject!"
"I, Bruno Bucciarati, never take the easy way!"
When Black Sabbath stayed at the bridgehead crossing to deal with the enemy, Polpo, who was naturally cautious, had already escaped for a full kilometer in that Humvee.
It wasn't until the main body was completely away from the enemy that Bo Erbo asked the driver to park the car on the side of the road, and then sat leisurely in the luxury car, eating bananas and drinking tea while staring at the computer. The screen remotely monitors the battlefield one kilometer away.
"They seem to be talking"
"Are you talking about something, discussing counterattack tactics, or are you arguing over that 'choice question'?"
Polpo watched every move of Bugarati and others very vigilantly.
Surveillance can only take pictures, but not sound.
However, although he couldn't hear the content of the conversation between Bugarati and others, Polpo could still see with confidence that Bugarati and others hadn't taken any action so far.
They were still standing stiffly under the sunlight, trapped in that invisible prison.
until
A cloud floated in the sky.
The cloud was neither fast nor slow, and when passing by this sky, it happened to cast its own shadow on this ground and this intersection.
The shadows of the floating clouds and the shadows of the buildings overlapped and overlapped, instantly covering most of the originally vast area of direct sunlight at the intersection.
"Oh?"
Polpo laughed playfully through the screen:
"There's a good show to watch."
Just now, Black Sabbath did not attack because the sun blocked it, but now the sun is temporarily covered by the clouds in the sky, almost turning the entire intersection into a shadow field.
In other words, Black Sabbath is about to take action.
Polpo immediately turned his slightly expectant eyes to the monitoring screen on the computer.
But he actually couldn't see this stand-in battle.
Because what he was looking at was the surveillance footage, and the surveillance camera was not a substitute messenger, so it couldn't capture those substitutes made of spiritual energy at all.
At this moment, Polpo could not even see his own Black Sabbath.
However, even so, he can deduce the situation of the battle through the actions and expressions of Bugarati and others:
First of all, at the moment when the clouds covered the sun, Bugarati and others subconsciously jumped backwards to avoid it.
Apparently, that's when Black Sabbath is back in action.
It shuttled recklessly among the shadows that doubled in size, chasing and killing the prey in front of it like hungry wolves in the prairie under the moonlit night.
Soon, the panicked expression on Fogg's face told Polpo that he was the first prey that Black Sabbath would target.
In this vast shadow, he has nowhere to hide and nowhere to hide, he can only watch the monster in the shadow pounce on him.
But, at this moment.
"Fogo!!"
Naranja let out a very forceful roar just by looking at the shape of his mouth, and then pushed his companion far away without thinking about his own body, putting himself in front of Black Sabbath.
As a remote autopilot stand-in, Black Sabbath's intelligence is not high.
He will not specifically target a certain target to attack, but will only give priority to attacking the mission target closest to him.
As a result, Naranja, who sacrificed himself for others, immediately replaced his companion, and was entangled by the Black Sabbath lurking in the shadows.
It leaned out from the shadows and clamped Naranja's legs with its powerful arms.
Naranja immediately lost his standing and fell heavily to the ground.
His legs twisted and deformed instantly under the powerful grip, and Boer could hear the sound of bone shattering and flesh tearing through the screen.
"Naranja!"
Everyone roared heart-piercingly.
Bugarati, Giorno, and Fugo, three companions with powerful stand-ins, rushed forward immediately.
They each summoned their own substitutes, and let the steel chain fingers, golden experience, and purple smoke shoot at the same time, to pull and stop the Black Sabbath that was protruding from the shadows.
However, even in a three-on-one match, Black Sabbath's shadow-enhanced power can't be defeated.
It was engaged in a tug-of-war with the three substitutes, a wrestling using Naranja's body as a "rope".
Naranja's legs were almost torn apart under this kind of wrestling, and blood spurted out.
Seeing this situation, Apache, who was weak in strength, could only step forward and let his melancholy blues help him to do his part.
of course
From Polpo's perspective, he could only see four men standing side by side, yelling into the air with distorted faces.
However, this funny scene didn't make him laugh out loud, instead it made him vigilant.
Because the monitoring was blocked.
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the four people who stepped forward to save people, Buccarati, Giorno, Fugo and Apache, just formed a human screen, blocking Naranja from the camera. .
Polpo could only see bloodstains spreading continuously on the ground, but he couldn't see Naranja's body.
"One second. Two seconds, three seconds, four seconds. Naranja has 'disappeared' from the screen for such a long time. Could it be that they want to take this opportunity to let Naranja escape?"
"No, the blood is still flowing far away, which means that Nalangana's injured body must still be there."
Polpo is like an audience watching a magic show, searching for every possible loophole in the picture.
However, what disappointed him and reassured him was that
After "disappearing" from the monitoring screen for more than 5 seconds, Naranja reappeared on Polpo's computer screen.
At this time, the clouds have drifted away from the sky.
The sun shines again, and the Black Sabbath, which was wrestling with steel chain fingers and other doubles, melts away.
Bugarati and others achieved a short-lived victory.
But Naranja's legs had already been crushed under the painful stalemate just now.
He just fell dying in a pool of blood, his eyes were hollow and numb, as if he had lost his mind in the excruciating pain.
"Indeed it was him."
Polpo carefully observed Naranga's situation, and confirmed that this was not some kind of blindfold:
His body was still shaking, the wound was still bleeding, it was obvious that he was alive.
Moreover, taking a step back, even if they could really disappear from the monitoring like magic, they would not be able to find Porpo who was hiding a kilometer away.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is absolutely safe now.
"very good."
Bo Erbo nodded in satisfaction, but his eyes still did not move away from the monitoring screen.
And what happened next was similar to what he had guessed:
Bugarati and others helped the injured Naranja up, and then carefully hid in the sunlight, not daring to move or leave.
Soon, the third Black Sabbath sent by Polbo also arrived at the scene, standing in the shadows and confronting them.
"That's right, just stay here obediently!"
Polpo felt more and more sure of winning.
However, out of his understanding of Buccarati, an old subordinate, he still did not relax his vigilance.
He just stared at the computer screen so engrossed, watching every move of Bugarati and others.
In this silent and tense confrontation, time passed by every minute.
1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes
Polbo was so absorbed in watching the surveillance that he didn't even pay attention to the movements around him.
until this time
Bang bang bang!
Someone knocked hard on his car door.
"Who?!"
Polpo raised his head as if he had just woken up, and looked out of the car window.
Outside the car window was only the angry face of a young man, and a "toy plane" with a miniature cannon pointed at his chest.
"Mr. Polpo."
Naranja's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were burning with anger:
"I found you."
(End of this chapter)