Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 275 Breakthrough

In this peaceful small town, a little chaos finally occurred.

Diablo was blocked in front of the cash register because of his lack of money.

This is an incredible thing——

He doesn't like money, but he has never been short of money, even after being robbed of the foundation of the organization.

Because Diablo, a guy who is as low-key and cautious as a thousand-year-old tortoise, has already prepared countless ways for himself when he gained power:
He has more than a dozen fake passports with different names and nationalities, and he also has safe-haven accounts opened with fake identities in more than a dozen major countries. huge sums of money.

And the card that Diablo just handed over contained 5 million yen in it.

"Carrie has no money?"

"Did you make a mistake, can the balance in my card not even pay for the goods in the convenience store?"

Diablo questioned in slightly broken Japanese.

He has a very high IQ and a strong learning ability. Although he only studied suddenly, he has been able to achieve daily communication with the locals in Duwang Town with difficulty.

"I really don't have any money." The cashier brother said with some embarrassment: "I won't joke about this kind of thing."

"try again."

Without any explanation, Diablo asked the cashier to try again.

But this time the result was payment failure.

"how is this possible?"

"Really no money?!"

Diablo suddenly lost his composure and widened his eyes:
It's not that his concentration is too weak, but that this weird incident reminded him of more:
Such a large amount of money, a total of 5 million yen, how could it just disappear out of thin air?

Could it be that the fact that I secretly set up a safe-haven account at the beginning has been found out by Li Qing and the others using the technology of the technology group?
Has all this money been "recycled" by the organization?
The more Diablo thought about it, the more frightened he became - if Li Qing and the others could find out his safe haven account, it would only be a matter of time before they could find out his whereabouts based on the account records.

"Damn it. Am I going to be exposed?"

Diablo felt extremely heavy in his heart.

In the face of such a life-and-death matter, such trivial matters as not being able to pay the bills were unconsciously forgotten by him.

However, no matter whether it is the ordinary office worker who is eager to live a two-person world with his "girlfriend" behind him, or the young cashier with a strange face in front of him, they are slightly dissatisfied with Diablo's distraction that wastes time like this.

"Sir, sir?"

"Can you pay directly in cash?"

The cashier brother urged very restrained and politely.

Diablo's practice of occupying the cash register and not paying the bill is indeed very disturbing. He can maintain such a polite attitude all the time because of his professional ethics and respect for foreign friends.

But it is a pity that the cashier and the onlookers are too small. They don't have a broad vision of internationalization and globalization, and they don't know the overall diplomatic situation of maintaining Japan-Italy relations.

Seeing this foreign friend's face turn blue and red, it seemed that he was so devastated that he couldn't even take out the cash.
Not only did they not sacrifice their own pockets to help foreign friends pay the bills, they did not hospitablely solve the urgent needs of foreign friends. On the contrary, they couldn't help but put on a bad face, showing their dislike in the heart unabashedly:
"Hello."

"Gringo, if you don't have money, just get out of the way, okay?"

"There are so many people waiting behind, if you waste 3 minutes, we will lose half an hour in total!"

Some dissatisfied shouts came from behind the team.

"Sir, if you may"

"Please go to the side and wait for a while."

The cashier brother also started to see off the customers with a gun and a stick.

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Diablo was silent for a while.

His face had never been so dark.

Because he has never been so downcast that he can't even pay his bills—this embarrassment of lack of money made him feel the humiliation of being a bereaved dog more deeply and intuitively.

"I've fallen to this point."

The unharmonious greetings of those passers-by rang in my ears.

Diablo quietly clenched his fists:

"The Crimson King!"

This ferocious, terrifying, and blood-ridden evil king finally reappeared in the world with a domineering attitude:
"Let time fly!"

When almost everyone had no time to react, time was cut off.

The disturbing noises of those passers-by became the complete background, and Diablo entered his own time latitude.

Then, he turned around abruptly.

The Crimson King followed closely and aimed his fist at the blond man in a suit behind Diablo.

Finally, Diablo took a deep breath.
I gave the Crimson King the most useless order since I woke up as a substitute:

"Get me his wallet."

The Crimson King carried out Diablo's orders without hesitation.

It stretched out its arm straight, and at an extremely fast speed, stretched out its black hand towards the bulging coat pocket of the blond man in a suit.

And Diablo turned around cleanly, waiting for his double to give him money.

The Crimson King's speed is very fast, and it is used for theft, and the theft is cut while it is on, it is simply invincible.

It's done in an instant.

Diablo just turned around when the Crimson King handed the contents of the blond suit man's bag to him.

Diablo received it subconsciously, and was about to borrow some spare money from this "wallet" to spend
Then, right after, he suddenly felt something was wrong with his hands.
This "wallet" is so soft, it seems to be a little wet.

Look down again.
"This! He! Horse! Yes! What! What!"

Diablo was shocked.

He was shocked to find that what he stole from the pocket of the blond man in a suit was not a wallet at all, but a severed female hand that hadn't shed all the blood!
Of course, Diablo is not a rookie who has never seen a severed hand, but he has never seen this kind of pervert who keeps the severed hand in his pocket and caresses it from time to time.

Although Diablo is also a pervert who can lock his biological mother alive under the floor of his house, kill his adoptive father, neighbors, lover and subordinates, and also likes to make human body slices.
But this kind of way of killing people and not cleaning them up, and keeping them as souvenirs is really too wild, and he was caught off guard and suffered a lot of psychological shock.

“No wonder there is a faint smell of blood”

"So it is!"

The way Diablo looked at the blond man in the suit changed instantly:
"This is a murderer, a perverted murderer."

After all this tossing, the time for cutting is coming to an end.

And Diablo thinks he has no interest in being an enthusiastic citizen who reports criminals, and this kind of publicity will only bring him trouble.

So he just thought about it for a while, and let the Crimson King put the severed hand back into the man's pocket intact.

The whole thing happened in real time, so the blond man in the suit wouldn't even know that the "girlfriend" in his pocket had just been touched by another man.

His whole being is in a timeless state of apathy and sluggishness, just like all of Diablo's past enemies.

"Then, the time cut is over!"

By now, Diablo had no interest in stealing money to buy things.

Now he just wanted to stay away from this perverted murderer, try to keep a low profile, and reduce the possibility of himself being involved in trouble.

And yet, right here, at the moment when the time cut ends.
The man in the blond suit who had gotten rid of the shackles of time and suddenly returned to sobriety suddenly took a step back.

He couldn't help taking a step back instinctively, and there was an uncontrollable vigilance in his pupils.

"Ok?"

Diablo was acutely aware of something:
What is the other party wary of?Why back off suddenly?

Everything I did just now happened in the middle of time, so it should never be discovered by others.

But now, that guy is obviously wary of me.
Why is that?
Diablo was puzzled, and then carefully followed the gaze of the blond man in the suit:
"Wait. He's not looking at me, but at"

"The Crimson King!"

"He's losing his composure over the Crimson King who suddenly appeared before him after the time cut—"

"This guy can see the substitute, he is a substitute messenger!"

Diablo's heart was suddenly turbulent, but his expression was very calm.

And the blond man in the suit tried his best to pretend that nothing happened after he reacted, and continued to play his role as an ordinary citizen.

This small convenience store seems to be returning to calm soon.

But in Diablo's heart, there is a bigger storm brewing quietly:
"Pervert, murderer, stand-in messenger."

"It's really interesting."

There was a subtle smile on the corner of Diablo's mouth:

"I seem to have found the breakthrough I want."

(End of this chapter)