Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

The escape and pursuit just now sounded tense and intense, but in fact, Apache and Mista only ran a distance of more than ten meters in total.

They just started from the periphery of the ruins and went a little deeper into the ruins.

At first glance, the environment around the two people did not change at all.

Apart from being a little overly nervous, Mista was completely at full advantage and in full condition compared to Apaki, who was bleeding profusely from three bullets.

Why am I in such dire straits?

Mista couldn't figure it out.

He simply couldn't understand why the other party could still show such composure and confidence that he was sure of victory under such an obvious situation gap.

Stop bluffing.

It's you who has the gun pointed at your head now!

Mista, who was a completely newbie, didn't even consider what the opponent's substitute ability was, so he raised his gun and shouted in anger:

Don't move!

He also specifically pointed to the melancholy blues beside Apache:

You and that blue thing of yours are not allowed to move!

Haha, haven't you discovered it yet?

That's right. I haven't shown my stand-in ability in front of you yet, so you should be unaware of it.

Apaki endured the pain and smiled slightly.

My melancholy blues really aren't good at fighting.

Its stand-in ability can only be used for replay. During the replay process, it can only be played mechanically according to the target's past action trajectory. There is no way to attack freely according to my wishes.

But...that doesn't mean it can't be used for fighting.

Since Melancholic Blues cannot determine its own trajectory during replay, I will let the enemy follow its trajectory on its own!

??? Mista looked suspicious of life.

He didn't even know what a substitute was, and naturally he didn't know what Apaki was talking about now.

And Apache didn't care whether Mista understood it or not, so he continued to explain to himself:

Smelly boy

Although you just followed me here for a dozen meters, these ten meters are enough to decide the outcome!

Look at your feet -

You just acted like an ignorant child, seeking your own death and trespassing on the tracks where a high-speed train is running!

What!

Mista looked down at his feet as Apache said:

???

Nothing?

Isn't it just the gravel and mud left behind when the piece of meat passed by just now?

Mista was still confused.

However, in just the next second, his blank expression completely froze on his face.

Instead, there was an unspeakable fear.

because

When Mista raised his head and looked at Apache again, the terrifying piece of meat that had left a deep impression on him twenty minutes ago actually appeared in front of him alive!

That huge body that was six or seven meters tall, that twisted and ferocious disgusting tentacle arm, that disgusting dense sarcoma. Just standing in front of him, the shadow cast by him blocked Mista's entire body.

There was no doubt that this was the piece of meat that nearly destroyed half the town.

But actually.

It's melancholic blues, melancholic blues turned on replay mode and transformed into a piece of meat.

When the place element is destroyed, the memory cannot be read.

But what cannot be read are only the memories of what happened before the terrain was destroyed.

And this piece of meat is the destroyer itself. It still acts here after the terrain is destroyed.

This also means that this destroyed land is the place element that carries the memory of its actions!

Looking at the frightened Mista, Apache explained.

The two elements of time and place are complete, then

Play it, blues blues!

As soon as he finished speaking, the melancholic blues that turned into a bloated piece of meat immediately activated its replay ability.

It instantly restored the ferocious posture of Meatloaf when he was chasing Li Qing twenty minutes ago: it was like a giant tank at full power, rushing towards the dull-looking Mista in front.

No.

Strictly speaking, Melancholic Blues did not deliberately hit Mista, it was just mechanically restoring the trajectory of Meatloaf's movements twenty minutes ago.

It was Mista himself who walked into its path and blocked the path of this behemoth.

Apache had to run forward for more than ten meters even if he was shot, in order to lead Mista here, to this railway that had already been laid.

ah!

Mista instinctively exclaimed.

Having never experienced a cruel battle, after seeing this astonishing sight, he quickly lost the confidence he had just gained from awakening his ability.

He began to duck aside in fear, and fired twice randomly at the piece of meat that was hitting him.

But this has no effect at all.

The bullet hit the piece of meat that was as big as a small house, and could only make a small hole in its soft and tough body that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Compared to its huge size, this small wound can almost be ignored.

Correspondingly, even if such damage is restored to Apache, the substitute messenger, in equal proportion, to him it will be almost like being pricked by two thin needles.

The gunfire couldn't stop the melancholic blues of Meat Loaf Mode, it was still hurtling forward at that terrifying speed.

And Mista's dodge movements in panic were just useless.

The speed of the meat was so fast that he didn't even jump out half a meter away before he was hit hard by the mountain of meat pressing towards him.

Well!!

Mista let out a shrill scream, and was knocked upside down by the huge force.

When he landed again, he was already in a pile of rubble seven or eight meters away.

This is also thanks to the fact that the body of the meat loaf itself is soft and elastic, just like the airbag that explodes when a car collides, playing a huge buffering role.

But even so, the huge kinetic energy brought by the ultra-high speed and ultra-heavy mass still caused extremely serious damage to Mista.

It hurts so much. I'm still dizzy.

This strong young man, who was covered in meat, finally could no longer bear the cruel blows that were inflicted on him one after another.

Mista fell to the ground, tilted his head, flicked his gun, and fainted.

Apache also breathed a sigh of relief:

Huh, I finally won.

but.

He gritted his teeth and pressed his bleeding wound, and then looked at Mista who was unconscious over there:

Is this kid really an enemy of the organization?

Although Melancholy Blues' collision speed during the replay just now was fast, if he had calmed down and activated his substitute ability in time, even if he couldn't stop Melancholy Blues' attack, there would still be a great chance that he would die together with me.

But...he is afraid of being like that.

Apache frowned deeply.

Having just joined the gang and having never really seen darkness, he couldn't help but fall into a dilemma:

This kid feels like a rookie who doesn't know anything.

Are the enemies that the organization must kill, children with no combat experience?

but.

He murmured to himself in a self-deprecating tone:

What am I sighing about!

I am no longer the stupid person who applied for the police job with ideal aspirations. I am now an evil gangster. Why do I still worry about the so-called justice?

Those who drive Meatloaf to destroy the city are my companions, and those who risk their lives to save the city are my enemies.

Apache looked at the unconscious young man in front of him, his expression becoming complicated.

He recalled the firm eyes of this young, immature, ignorant, whose legs would even tremble with fear when encountering danger, when he mustered up the courage to lie in front of a bad guy like himself.

Vaguely, Apache seemed to see his former self: Oh, that's really ridiculous.