Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 200 Sun Disc
Ahem, it is said that seven consecutive days of pigeons will cause readers to fail in their investment, so I will continue with the first chapter.

Then go on vacation_(:з」∠)_
Fugo's complexion was not very good.

He just survived a supersonic portable anti-aircraft missile, jumped from a height of 400 meters with zero experience in skydiving, and drifted in the cold night wind for more than a minute, and finally got out of control Landed in a dark and deserted alley.

The person is fine, but the butt hurts a bit from the fall.

Of course, this slight injury is nothing at all.

As a layman who has never been trained in skydiving, he was able to land on the ground alive in the emergency situation of trying to drive ducks to the shelves just now, Fuge was already so moved that he wanted to buy a few sin rolls and fulfill his vow to the old man God.

But he couldn't be happier either—

I survived, but I don’t know how long I can live:

During the skydiving process, the mobile phone had fallen somewhere, and there was no umbrella flower in the dark sky, and there was no way to find the whereabouts of the companion.

Walking out of the dark alley, there is a fairly wide street outside.

This street already looks a bit dilapidated and old, but it is still bustling and lively:
Cars come and go, pedestrians come and go in a hurry, the shops and supermarkets on the roadside are quite popular, and the atmosphere is so warm that people feel that the aging streetlights are brighter, and the dilapidated road that has been dug up and repaired is pleasing to the eye a lot.

But these excitements belong to others.

The lively scene in front of him not only did not make Fuge feel at ease, but also made him extremely nervous:

The destruction of the helicopter shows that the enemy has long been prepared, and they may appear by their side at any time.

Every stranger who appears on the street now may become the messenger of death that puts him in a desperate situation in the next second.

"Damn."

"Where did Bugarati and the others go?"

"If you let me go to the Colosseum alone, there is a high chance that I will bump into the boss there alone!"

There was a trace of cold sweat on Fuge's forehead.

Although he has made great strides all the way to the present, and even successfully became the "online boss" of the organization, he still hasn't been able to completely dispel the fear of the boss himself that has been rooted in his heart for many years.

And this fear not only did not weaken after Diablo's substitute information was exposed, but also vaguely became more serious because of the almost unsolvable substitute ability of the Scarlet King.

At this moment, Fuge was standing on the edge of the road, beside the dilapidated road that was blocked by the cordon and had not yet been repaired, and did not move for a long time.

While observing everything around him nervously and carefully, he was thinking about how to join his companions as soon as possible.

at last
"Fogg?"

A very familiar voice suddenly sounded in the ears.

"Naranja? Why are you here!"

Fugo turned his head abruptly, with surprise in his eyes:
Drowsiness happened to meet the pillow, and he never thought that the lost companion he was thinking of could appear by his side so quickly.

"call"

Naranja took a long breath, as if he was very tired:

"The parachute I jumped right behind you was blown in the same direction as you by the wind."

"You didn't see, I was floating behind you all the time, and landed on a nearby roof at about the same time you landed."

"Then I ran all the way down from the rooftop and ran here to meet you."

"I see. That's great!"

Unlike Li Qing, Giorno, and Apache who have just met for two days, Nalanja is second only to Bugarati's best friend in life in Fugo's heart.

With such a familiar and reliable companion waiting by his side, even in this cold and unfamiliar city, on this perilous night, Fugo inexplicably no longer felt nervous.

"Naranja."

"Did you see the direction in which Bugarati and the others landed?"

Fugo couldn't help but asked about the whereabouts of the others.

"I did not notice."

"I've been following you, and I don't know much about other people's situation."

Naranja shook his head helplessly:

"I'm afraid it's too late to reconcile with others now."

"Let's do what Bucciarati said, quickly find someone to borrow a car and set off for the Colosseum."

"If it's Bugarati, he will be able to wait for us at the finish line!"

"Too."

After reuniting with his companions, Fugo's mentality was obviously relaxed a lot.

He suppressed the fear of Diablo, and stopped being wary of everything around him. Instead, he calmly analyzed the current situation:
"We really should get out of here quickly."

"Just now we floated in the sky for more than a minute, and after we landed, we were entangled by the parachute and wasted a lot of effort. Up to now, it has taken nearly 2 minutes."

"If the enemy has vehicles such as cars and motorcycles, even if the maximum speed limit on urban roads is 50km/h, these 3 minutes are enough for them to follow the direction where we landed."

"150m?"

In front of Fuge's "teacher" who often taught him mathematics knowledge on weekdays, Naranja habitually started to rush to answer.

"."

"Bastard. The answer is 2484 meters!!"

"I usually teach you how to count for nothing?"

Fuge choked suddenly, and it took him a long time to suppress his subconscious violent temper.

In fact, he has always suspected that half of his irritable temper came out when he taught Naranga mathematics:

"Forget it. Let's not talk about this."

"All in all, this time is enough for the enemy to move a lot of distance."

"If their position had been near here from the beginning, the enemy might have even ambushed us earlier."

"It is precisely because of this that I have been alert to the disturbances around me just now."

"I understand."

Hearing this, Naranja was not in the mood to think about mathematical problems:
"If this is the case, then the enemy has not arrived yet, or it has not been long since it arrived."

"In that case."

"Then I might be able to detect something useful."

Naranja seemed to have thought of a way to detect the enemy and prevent attacks.

While beckoning Fugo to be in charge of finding someone to borrow the car, he summoned his own Aerosmith without hesitation, and let the small plane spin its propellers straight into the sky.

The carbon dioxide radar was turned on quietly, and a large amount of detection information was simultaneously presented on the virtual screen in front of Naranja.

However, at this time
"You don't need to detect, Naranja."

Fuge swallowed, his voice suddenly became extremely dignified.

"Huh?" Nalanja was slightly taken aback: "What do you mean?"

It was doubt in his heart, and he suddenly noticed that the surrounding lights seemed to be much brighter.

The light not only became brighter, but the brightness continued to increase.

The shadows of buildings and uninhabited alleys that were previously trapped in darkness are all illuminated brightly at this moment-obviously, this cannot be achieved by the super-level performance of street lights at all.

The dim yellow light of the street lamp was quickly overshadowed by a more dazzling golden light.

And that golden light gradually enveloped the surroundings, like a sun rising at dawn.

"what happened?"

Naranja raised his head suspiciously, and looked in the direction of the golden light:
I saw that next to the road where the two stopped, in the place where the road was just a piece of broken road, a tower with a height of three or four meters had "grown" at some point.

The whole body of the tall tower glowed with a faint golden light, and the material was like metal and stone.

There are all kinds of complicated patterns and textures all over it, which looks like a remnant of an ancient civilization.

And even more striking is the
On the top of the tower, where the spire should be built according to common sense, there is actually a huge and perfectly round golden disc floating out of thin air.

There is always an extremely bright light lingering on the disc, it is suspended high on the top of the tower, like a golden round sun.

"Sun. Disc?"

Naranja muttered to himself in amazement:
"What the hell is this?"

"Is such a big tower a substitute for the enemy? Where is the enemy?"

"When did it come out, and how did it suddenly appear around us?"

"I don't know any of this"

Fugo's tone became more and more serious:
"But what I do know is."

Under Fugo's nervous gaze, the light on the sun disk suddenly became extremely bright:
"We're in big trouble."

(End of this chapter)