Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Apache landed in a leafy city park.

The park is a poor man's villa.

In Rome late at night, where the neon lights don't shine, there are always characters who live secretly that ordinary people don't want to notice.

Low-level insects such as beggars, drunkards, hooligans, drug addicts, and homeless people roam in twos and threes among the shades of the park, making this beautiful and natural park during the day become very scary and dangerous at night.

Apache walked quickly through the dimly lit tree-lined path.

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous:

As a former police officer who graduated from the police academy with high marks at the age of 18 and has one year of practical work experience, his nervousness certainly does not stem from those shunned homeless people in the park.

Apache is worried about Diablo and Diavolo's men.

Since the enemy has already prepared a trap with missiles, their offensive will never stop easily.

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

Melancholy Blues is the ace of the team in terms of intelligence capabilities, but in terms of combat, he is like a water cooler keeper.

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

And luckily.

The weather was good and the wind was in the right direction. When Apache landed over this city park, he was surprised and thankful to notice:

Bucciarati, who parachuted in front of him, accidentally landed in the same place as him.

Bucciarati!

Apaki quickly walked through the park woods in the direction of Bucciarati in his memory.

While shouting Bucciarati's name loudly, he tried to get closer to the other party's location.

Apache?

Bucciarati heard Apache's voice from the dim trees.

Very good

Bucciarati also felt quite lucky to be able to rejoin his companions immediately after being separated.

He quickly followed the sound and found himself in front of Apache, and asked impatiently:

Apache, are you not injured?

What about the others? Have you noticed their whereabouts?

I'm fine.

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

The whereabouts of the others are still unknown. It seems that we are the only two who ended up in this park.

Then, let's go quickly——

He proposed without delay:

As you said on the plane, our priority now is to get to the Colosseum.

Yeah. Bucciarati nodded.

Although he was worried about the situation of Nalanjia and others, now was really not the time to look for companions.

At least

Bucciarati looked at the dense and deep shade of trees around him and the lights that became extremely dim under the obstruction of the heavy branches and leaves:

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

And at this moment, just when Bucciarati was preparing to move as soon as possible because he was worried about the enemy's sneak attack, a murderous stranger actually jumped out of the dark woods:

Ahhhhh!

Go to hell, devil!

Amid a vague strange roar, a tall, thin young man suddenly rushed out with a knife.

His clothes were dirty and messy, his cheeks were pale and bleeding, and veins burst out on his exposed skinny arms, which looked particularly frightening under the dim light.

An enemy?!

Bucciarati and Apaki reacted at the same time.

Having just experienced a man-made plane crash, and now they were in this dark forest, they already seemed to be in a state of chaos, and the trees and grass were all at war.

When they saw someone suddenly rushing toward them with a knife, they immediately rushed forward with all their strength:

Steel chain fingers!

The first to take action was naturally Bucciarati's steel chain fingers.

The humanoid double of Speed ​​A appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them, and in an instant, under the dim light, he blasted out a blue fist shadow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

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

And that enemy, that thin bamboo pole holding a switchblade and coming with murderous intent

His movements were stagnated by this punch, his whole body was shaking violently, and it seemed that he would completely fall apart like an old table and chair in the next second.

But the attacks he suffered did not end.

When Bucciarati felt that something was wrong and stopped his steel chain fingers, Apache acted subconsciously and jumped forward towards the uninvited guest.

Apache is skilled in combat, and his melee combat capabilities are stronger than most humans, even some humanoid avatars (including his own Melancholy Blues).

Before the enemy could even react from the pain of the punch, Apaki slapped the blade he was holding tightly in his hand with one palm, and then knocked the opponent to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

ah--

The young man let out a scream.

However, he still seemed to feel no pain. He collapsed on the ground and shouted: Die... die. Hand over the money. Give me all you have! I... I want it, I want it again!

Apaki paused for a moment, then punched the guy in the face.

Punch after punch.

The enemy's continuous strange roar soon became more unclear due to the blood pouring from his throat.

etc!

Seeing that Apache was about to beat the other party to death.

Bucciarati finally couldn't help but stopped him:

Apache, we made a mistake, this is not Diablo's person.

I know.

Apaki stopped his fist which was already stained with blood.

The dripping blood shimmered scarlet under the dim light, and it looked particularly cold in his deep pupils:

But he's not a good person either.

Skinny as a stick, with red eyes, yellow skin, incoherent speech, strange mental state, and holding a sharp knife, and is very aggressive.

I dealt with this scum a lot when I was a police officer, and his stench was so strong that I could smell it with my nose - it was obvious that he was a hopeless lunatic, a man addicted to robbery. Gentleman.

If I don't kill him, he will only harm others if he lives in the world.

Apaki said so coldly.

.

Hearing this, Bucciarati became slightly silent.

He also saw what kind of thing this young man was:

Like those lost youths in Naples who were emptied of their bodies and ruined their lives by drugs, the guy in front of him had already embarked on an irreversible path.

That's right.

He is completely hopeless.

Bucciarati sighed deeply.

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

But... this shouldn't be the reason for us to kill.

Should we let him live?

Allowing such scum to live will only end up hurting others.

Apache's tone was still cold.

But his body was shaking slightly because he recalled some bad experiences:

Just a few months ago, when he was still a policeman, he derelictly let a criminal go. 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, deeply changed Apaki's outlook on life.

He was no longer the policeman who dreamed of upholding justice.

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

But what Apache never expected was that on the first day he officially joined the gang, he would be abducted by the gang leader named Bucciarati to become a messenger of justice.

I know what you mean.

Bucciarati patted Apaki's shoulder gently:

But killing people doesn't solve the problem.

Let's go, we don't have much time - to defeat Diavolo, change the passion organization, and change this country.

That's what really solves the problem.

There is a power in Bucciarati's voice that can penetrate people's hearts.

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

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

Same.

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

Indeed. I am no longer.

Apaki sighed softly and finally let go of the murderous intention that inexplicably surged into his heart.

So.

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

After suffering a series of beatings, the guy's face was bleeding and he finally regained his consciousness:

Are we just going to let it go?

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

this

I want to give him a chance.

Bucciarati said with emotion.

At the same time, the steel chain fingers waved a fist shadow in an instant:

Ali Ali Ali Ali!

The addict felt a sudden strong wind blowing in the air in front of him, and a zipper that he couldn't even see opened on each of his shoulders.

The next second, the two zippers were opened at the same time, and the two arms were broken.

I took off all his attacking arms.

Hopefully, after losing his hands forever, he will change in the future.

Bucciarati said in a complicated tone.

The look he looked at the addict was full of compassion and tenderness.

But the guy looked at his arms that had fallen to the ground, and his shoulders that had become empty underneath.

When he was slightly awake, his expression changed, and then he screamed in horror:

Devil, this is the devil!!

The second update will be later