Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 119 The Invisible Prison (please subscribe~)

Bucciarati is a good guy.

Regardless of what other people think, in the eyes of those old people who live in the old city of Naples, Bucciarati is an undisputed good boy.

As long as these old people encounter any trouble at home, Buccarati will do his best to help.

It is simply more enthusiastic than the police station, and more enthusiastic about service than the neighborhood committee.

Over time, those old people regarded Bugarati as their relatives.

Abandoned by his mother since he was a child, Bugarati, who grew up and lost his father, unknowingly regards these old people as the sustenance of his family affection.

And now.
In the phone call made by Polpo, the familiar voices of those old people came to Bugarati's ears again:

"Yes, is it Bucciarati?"

"A bunch of strangers got us together and forced us to call you."

"Buggarati, are you in any trouble?"

"I"

Bugarati's face became extremely ugly.

And Polpo didn't even give him a chance to talk to these old people, so he hung up the phone call:
"I don't need to explain the situation, do I?"

"I have done a lot of kidnapping before. You should know that I never show mercy."

"Mr. Polpo"

Bugarati clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, he looked at Polpo with no respect for his former boss: "What you are doing now is too much."

"Don't be naive."

Polpo smiled disdainfully:
"This kind of beautiful words, you have to stand on the corpse of the enemy to be qualified to say it."

"Now? Let's do your multiple choice questions first!"

He pointed to the traffic lights and telephone poles at the intersection of the bridgehead, allowing Bugarati and the others to see the dense surveillance cameras on them:
"There are quite a few surveillance cameras here."

"That is to say, everything that happens at this intersection will be displayed on my computer in real time."

With that said, Polbo showed a laptop displaying a real-time monitoring screen in front of Bugarati and the others:

"I'll leave now—yes, your abilities are too dangerous, and I don't want to stand in front of you."

"I hope you can stay here for 10 minutes after I leave."

"Otherwise... those old guys wouldn't need to exist."

Polpo smiled slightly, his fat face was full of chills.

Then, without waiting for Bugarati to say anything, he slowly rolled up the window and ordered the driver to drive away without looking back.

The Humvee spewed out black smoke and started rumbling.

But Bugarati and others did not dare to pursue.

They could only watch Boerbo walk away, trapped at this empty bridgehead like prisoners.

"correct!"

Bo Erbo suddenly rolled down the car window again, turned around and shouted twice from a distance:

"Black Sabbath is here to stay, you can have fun with it for 10 minutes."

"But please remember, don't go out of the monitoring range when 'playing', not even for a second."

The voice just fell
Black Sabbath, who had been standing still like a wooden man, suddenly moved.

It was like a piece of salt thrown into the water, quickly "melting" in the shadow of the building.

The black cloak turned into a shadow, wrapped around its "disappeared" body, and sank into the shadow without a sound.

The doll just disappeared.

There was only a black shadow that was hard to see with the naked eye, moving quickly in the dim shadow.

But in just one breath, it moved a few meters away in the shadow, and got straight into the gap of the scrapped car.

Bugarati and the others were still sitting in the car and hadn't had time to get out.

That "shadow" is like a tiger joining a pack of wolves, immediately biting a sheep that is the easiest to bite:
"Ahhh!"

Mista let out a scream.

Two white arms suddenly stretched out from the shadow under his seat, firmly grasping his legs like iron tongs.

The force from those hands was extremely terrifying, just being clamped for a moment, Mista felt that his calf and leg bones were about to be broken by the enemy.

"There is a hand sticking out from the shadow?"

Mista was horrified by this weird scene, and wanted to break free but couldn't.

But Bugarat reacted when he mentioned it:
"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 burst of blue fist shadows, a long zipper was punched out of the roof.

The zipper was pulled open in an instant with a crisp and coherent sliding sound, and a "skylight" was opened on the originally sealed roof.
The blazing sunlight spilled from the gap of the zipper and shone on the arms protruding from the shadows.

This Black Sabbath meets the sun as fat meets hot oil:
There was a strange noise in the white smoke, as if it would be so hot that it would melt in the next second.

It immediately withdrew its arms under the scorching sun, and shrank and hid in the shadows that were not illuminated by the sun.

"Come on!"

Bugarati and Mista fled to get out of the car.

But their movement speed is far less than that of the stand-in who can quickly shuttle through the shadows.

The two had just escaped out of the car, and before they could separate their own shadows from the shadow of the car, the Black Sabbath entangled itself like tarsal maggots again.

Mista had no time to react, and was pushed out by Bugarati.

Bucgarati pushed him into the sun, but he himself fell under the attack of Black Sabbath.

It has sneaked into the shadow of Buccarati, and will emerge from the shadow in the next second, giving the prey a fatal blow.

"Bucciarati!"

Mista was moved and worried at the same time, and shouted to Bugarati who sacrificed himself to save others.

The grudge formed by mutual hostility when they first met has long since dissipated, and all that remains in my heart is emotion.

"Don't panic."

The situation of Bugarati is not as tragic as Mista imagined.

He stepped forward and fled into the sun with his own shadow hiding the enemy's double.

Ordinary people can't change their shadow at will, but Bugarati can.

At the moment when Black Sabbath was about to attack from the shadow, Bugarati suddenly turned to face the sun, and ordered the steel chain fingers to attack his own body.

In the next instant, a long zipper opened on Bugarati's chest.

The sunlight penetrated through the gap of the zipper, and in the shadow behind Bugarati, the black Sabbath who had just exposed his head was scorching and howling.

It instinctively wanted to run away, but the shadow of Bugarati had already separated from the shadows of cars and buildings.

And this time.
The steel chain fingers took advantage of the enemy's pain and made it difficult to move, and quickly removed Bugarati's legs with the zipper.

Bugarati's body and legs were just separated, and so was the shadow.

The large body was carried away by the steel chain fingers, while the legs with limited shadow area collapsed to the ground after losing control of the center of gravity.

Trapped in the shadow of that narrow leg, Black Sabbath could no longer hide from the sun.

It howled and screamed in the sunlight, and in an instant it melted away like spring snow meeting the sun.

"Ah, ah?"

Mista stared in a daze for a while: "Is this gone?"

"Is this substitute so easy to deal with?"

"call"

Bugarati sighed deeply:
"Black Sabbath's ability is to sneak in the shadows, and its weakness is sunlight."

"If you know this information in advance, there are indeed many ways to deal with it."

"But... this doesn't mean we can beat Porpo."

"what?"

Mista, who knew nothing about substitutes, was very puzzled:
"Didn't it mean that if the double dies, the main body will die as well?"

"uncertain."

"Black Sabbath belongs to the 'remote automatic control stand-in'. This kind of stand-in can move away from the main body automatically, and cannot be freely controlled by the main body, but it will not share perception and injuries with the main body."

"So, even if the double is eliminated, Porpo as the main body will be fine."

"and"

Bugarati looked at the surveillance camera hanging above his head, and said helplessly:

"In fact, it's useless to solve the double."

"As long as the main body still has energy, Bolbo can summon Black Sabbath again at any time."

"And he is still monitoring our situation remotely through monitoring. If one is killed, a new one will come soon."

Said, not long ago.
As if there is some ability to speak out, in the shadow of the street buildings, a black Sabbath with an intact appearance soon walked out.

"What, what?"

Mista froze for a moment:
"The guy named Polbo has already fled in a car, and we can't find his real body at all."

"Not only is there no way to solve the hostage problem, but even if we can find the main body, we dare not leave!"

He gripped the pistol tightly, his head aching:
"If it's useless to kill the double."

"Isn't that invincible?"

PS: stand-in panel.

Substitute name - "Black Sabbath" (Black Sabbath)

Ontology - Polpo
Destructive power: E
Speed: A
Range distance: A
Sustainability: A
Movement Precision: E
Growth: E
Ability: Long-distance automatic operation stand-in, can only act in the shadows and cannot enter very small shadows, although the destructive power is only E, but the suppressing power can reach A when in the shadows, and the strength and speed are greatly increased.Weakness is sunlight.

(End of this chapter)