Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 192 Give him a chance

The Apache landed in a leafy city park.

Parks are villas for the poor.

In Rome in the middle of the night, where the neon lights can't shine, there will always be some characters that ordinary people don't want to pay attention to secretly living.

Beggars, drunkards, hooligans, drug addicts, tramps and other low-level insects roam and rest in the shade of the park in twos and threes, making this beautiful and natural park in the daytime very scary and dangerous at night.

Apache moved swiftly along the dimly lit tree-lined path.

He couldn't help feeling a little nervous:

As an ex-cop who graduated with high marks from the police academy at the age of 18 and has a year of practical work experience, his nervousness certainly does not stem from those park bums who are respected and kept at a distance.

Apaki was worried about Diablo and Diablo's subordinates.

Since the enemy has already prepared to use missiles to lay traps, their offensive will never stop easily.

At this very moment, under the dim light, among the dense trees, that unknown powerful enemy may appear at any time.

Melancholic Blues is the trump card of the team in terms of intelligence ability, but in terms of combat, it is like a drinking fountain administrator.

This also means that once he falls into a single state, his situation will become very dangerous.

And luckily.
The weather was beautiful and the wind direction was just right. When the Apache landed over this city park, he was pleasantly surprised and grateful to notice:
Buccarati, who parachuted ahead of him, unexpectedly landed in the same place as him.

"Bucciarati!"

Apaki quickly walked through the park forest in the direction of Bugarati in his memory.

While shouting Bugarati's name loudly, he tried to approach the other party's position.

"Apaki?"

Buccarati heard Apache's voice from the dim shade of the forest.

"Great"

Buccarati also felt quite fortunate to be able to meet up with his companions immediately after being dispersed.

He quickly found Apache in front of the voice, and asked impatiently:
"Apaki, are you not hurt?"

"How about the others, have you noticed their whereabouts?"

"I am fine."

Apache didn't waste much time on pleasantries, but quickly and succinctly described the situation:

"The whereabouts of the others are still unknown, and it seems that we are the only ones who fell into this park."

"Then let's go—"

He suggested without delay:
"As you said on the plane, our priority now is to get to the Colosseum."

"Yeah." Bugarati nodded.

Although he was very worried about the situation of Naranja and the others, it was indeed not the time to look for companions.

at least
Bugarati looked at the dense and deep shade of the surrounding trees, and the lights that became extremely dim under the barrier of numerous branches and leaves:

At the very least, they had to leave this seemingly dangerous place as soon as possible.

And at this moment, when Bugarati was about to move as soon as possible because he was worried about the enemy's sneak attack, a murderous stranger actually sprang out from the dark woods:

"Yahahahah!"

"Go to hell, devil!"

Amidst an indistinct strange roar, a tall and thin young man suddenly rushed out with a knife in his hand.

His clothes were dirty and messy, his cheeks were pale and bleeding, and his exposed thin arms were bursting with blue veins, which was particularly frightening under the dim light.

"Is it an enemy?!"

Bugarati and Apache reacted at the same time.

They had just experienced a man-made air crash, and now they fell into the dark woods again, and they already felt a little nervous and panicked.

Seeing someone suddenly rushing towards them with a knife, they immediately went to meet them with all their strength:

"Steel chain fingers!"

The first to act was of course Bugarati's steel chain fingers.

This fast-A humanoid stand-in appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them, and in an instant, under the dim light, a blue fist shadow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye was blasted out.

For Bucgarati, this punch was just a test for the enemy.

And that "enemy", that thin bamboo pole that came murderously with a switchblade
He was actually hit by this punch and his movements froze, his whole body trembled violently, as if he was about to fall apart like a dilapidated table and chair in the next second.

But his attacks did not end there.

When Bugarati felt that the situation was wrong and stopped the steel chain fingers, Apaki jumped forward towards the uninvited guest like a subconscious action.

Apaki is skilled at fighting, and his melee ability is better than most people, even some humanoid doubles (including his own blues blues).

The "enemy" hadn't even reacted from the pain of the punch just now, Apache slapped off the blade he was holding tightly in his hand, and then threw the opponent to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

"what--"

The young man let out a scream.

However, as if he could not feel the pain, he collapsed on the ground and shouted: "Go to hell...die. Hand over the money. Give it to me! I...I want it, I want it!"

Apache paused slightly, and then punched the guy in the face.

Punch after punch.

The continuous roar of the "enemy" soon became more indistinct because of the blood gushing from his throat.

"and many more!"

Seeing that Apache was about to beat the opponent to death.

Buccarati finally couldn't hold back and stopped him:
"Apaki, we made a mistake, this is not from Diablo."

"I know."

Apache stopped his blood-stained fist.

The dripping blood shone scarlet under the dim light, and reflected in his deep pupils, it looked extremely cold:

"However, he is not a good person."

"Skinny, with red eyes, withered and yellow skin, incoherent, mentally abnormal, and armed with sharp knives, aggressive"

"I dealt with this kind of scum a lot when I was a cop, and he stinks so strongly I can smell it all through my nose - clearly a hopelessly lunatic, a life-robbing addiction Gentleman."

"If I don't kill him, he will only harm others in this world."

Apache said so indifferently.

"."

Hearing this, Buccarati was slightly silent.

He also saw what kind of a guy this young man was:

Like those lost youths in Naples whose bodies were hollowed out by drugs and their lives ruined, this guy in front of him had already embarked on an irreversible path.

"That's right."

"He's completely hopeless."

Bugarati sighed deeply.

He looked at the young man on the ground who was babbling strangely under the severe pain, and there was a touch of pity in his eyes:

"But... that shouldn't be a reason for us to kill people."

"Should he be kept alive?"

"Leaving such scum alive will only end up hurting others."

Apache's tone was still cold.

But his figure is trembling slightly, because he recalls some bad experiences:

Just a few months ago, when he was a policeman, he neglected to let go of a criminal - 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, have deeply changed Apache's three views.

He is no longer the cop who dreams of justice.

And he joined the gang not because he had any grand ideals, but because he was completely disappointed with the society, so he wanted to give up on himself in the dark.

But what Apache never expected was that on the first day he officially joined the gang, he was abducted by the gang leader named Bugarati to become a "bearer of justice".

"I know what you mean."

Bugarati patted Apache on the shoulder lightly:

"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."

"That's the real solution to the problem."

There is a force in Bugarati's voice that can infiltrate people's hearts.

Apache couldn't help but slowly let go of his fist, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Oh, you really don't look like a mafia."

"Same."

Buccarati said noncommittally: "You don't look like a policeman either."

"Indeed. I am no longer."

Apaki sighed softly, and finally let go of the inexplicable killing intent that welled up in his heart.

"So."

He glanced at the addict who staggered up from the ground.

After a series of beatings, the guy's face was bleeding, and he finally regained his senses:
"Are you just letting it go like this?"

"He attacked us with a knife this time, and maybe he will hurt other innocent people next time."

"This"

"I want to give him a chance."

Bugarati said with a sigh.

At the same time, the steel-chain fingers swung a shadow of a fist in an instant:
"Ali Ali Ali Ali!"

The junkie felt a sudden gust of wind in the air in front of him, and a zipper opened on his two shoulders that he couldn't even see.

In the next second, the two zippers were pulled open at the same time, and the two arms were broken.

"I took off all his arms that could attack people."

"Hopefully, after losing his hands forever, he can change in the future"

Bugarati said in a complicated tone.

He looked at the addict with pity and tenderness in his eyes.

But the guy looked at his arms that fell to the ground, and his shoulders that had become empty below.
His face changed when he was slightly sober, and then he screamed in horror:

"Demon, this is a demon!!"

　second later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)