Chapter 120 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 Porpo, who was hidden behind the surveillance camera.

Polbo 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?"

Fugo 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."

Apache 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 will most likely be killed by the boss hiding nearby."

"I see!"

Bucciarati's voice trembled slightly:

How could he not think of what Fugo and Apaki 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 a multiple-choice question is 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:

"That's right. Whether it's the soldiers participating in the war or the civilians affected, they 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."

“With a few ‘necessary sacrifices,’ we can easily overcome obstacles and move forward.”

"but."

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

"I reject!"

"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.

It wasn't until the main body was completely away from the enemy that Bolbo felt relieved and 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 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 not sound.

However, although he could not hear the content of the conversation between Bucciarati and others, Polbo could still feel relieved to see that Bucciarati and others had not taken any action so far.

They were still standing 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 piece of sky, they happened to cast their own shadows 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 direct sunlight area at the intersection.

"oh?"

Bolbo laughed playfully across the screen:

"There's something good to watch."

Just now, Black Sabbath didn't attack 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.

Bolbo 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 a 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 could deduce the situation of the battle through 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.

Apparently, that's when Black Sabbath were 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 a moonlit night.

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

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

But, just then.

"Fugo!!"

Nalanja let out a roar that was very powerful just by looking at the shape of his mouth, and then pushed his companion away without thinking about it, and pushed himself in front of Black Sabbath.

As a remotely operated 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 unstable and fell heavily to the ground.

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

"Naranga!"

The crowd roared heart-breakingly.

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

They each summoned their own stand-ins, and let 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 hold its own.

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 in strength, could only step forward and let his melancholy blues help do his part.

certainly

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 surveillance is blocked.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the four people who came to rescue Bucciarati, Giorno, Fugo and Apache happened to form a screen of human flesh, blocking Naranja completely out of the camera. .

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

"One second, two seconds, three seconds, 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."

Polbo 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.

By 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 Nalanja'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 deception:

His body was still shaking, his wounds were still bleeding, and he was clearly alive.

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 completely safe.

"very good."

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

And what happened next was pretty much what he had guessed:

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.

"That's right, just stay here obediently!"

Bolbo felt more and more confident that he would win.

However, due to 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 minute in this silent and tense confrontation in the air.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes

Bolbo was so engrossed in watching the surveillance that he didn't even notice the movements around him.

Until then

Bang bang bang!

Someone knocked hard on his car door.

"who?!"

Bolbo 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."

Nalanja's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were burning with anger:

"I found you."