Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Soon after.

Somewhere in Naples, Diavolo made a call with a stern expression:

Demolition team, I have a task for you:

Go to the Segreita neighborhood on the coast of Palermo harbor and blow up the place.

Yes, boss!

Our demolition team promises to complete the mission!

But, boss, can you tell me more about the specific mission target?

Didn't I say it, the Segreita neighborhood in the Port of Palermo?

Then what?

Which street and which building in the Serreita neighborhood is the target of this mission?

No, idiot!

Diavolo's voice was a bit off-kilter.

He tried his best to suppress the waves in his heart, and roared in a voice full of oppression:

Don't make me say it a third time - I want you to blow up not a building, but a block, an entire block!

Bring out all the explosives you can use and level that entire block to the ground!

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The boy on the other end of the phone was already frightened by this crazy order:

Blow up, blow up a whole neighborhood?

Boss, is this going too far? If things get too big, you won't be able to suppress them!

I think

I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it!

I don't care what you think, today, today I'm going to see the news that that neighborhood has completely disappeared on the headlines of the evening news!

Before the boy from the demolition team could say anything, Diavolo hung up the phone angrily.

He clutched the phone tightly, and a lingering murderous intention emerged in his evil eyes of yellow and green:

Damn it. It's so abominable!

Melancholic blues. Why in the world are there such terrible stand-ins!

Melancholic blues only needs two elements: time and place to restore the past.

What Diavolo hates and is most sensitive to is someone being able to probe into his past.

When Diavolo thought about having Melancholy Blues as his substitute, he felt like a little girl with a skirt that was too short. Wherever he went, he felt like someone was sneakily staring at his private parts.

And what's worse

After follow-up personnel arrived at the scene, only Fernando's body was found.

It turned out that he died of some kind of murderous virus, and there happened to be a stand-in in the Bucciarati team who could release the murderous virus.

Diavolo later couldn't help but call Bucciarati directly to inquire about the situation, but no one answered.

There are various indications that Apache is very likely, no, the entire Bucciarati team is suspected of betraying the organization.

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One of them knows my stand-in ability, and the other has the ability to go back in time to detect my true identity.

If they really come together.

Even if I can erase all the traces of my appearance in Palermo Harbor in the morning, I certainly can't erase all the traces I left in the past, present and future. They will definitely find a loophole!

Of course, putting all these aside, what Diavolo cares about most is the simple and heavy word destiny:

Is it really such a coincidence?

In just one day, first a cockroach appeared who could know my substitute's ability and could not die, and then a bug appeared who could spy on other people's past.

With a stiff face, he calculated the enemy's inexplicable increase in combat power:

And Bucciarati, Fugo, Naranga, that Mista who dared to call and humiliate me. And that blond brat who once appeared with Li Qing on Mount Vesuvius.

Li Qing's power is getting stronger and stronger!

And the one who made them meet.

It's me, Diavolo!

Diavolo felt like a fly caught in a spider's web. The harder he struggled, the tighter he became entangled in the spider's web:

If I hadn't seen that damn rock, I wouldn't have been careful enough to need the help of the underbelly.

If I don't use the power of the lower-level organizations, Bucciarati and the others will not be able to meet Li Qing.

Destiny, is this fate?

Although he still didn't know the true result of Bucciarati and others' pursuit of Li Qing, he had already instinctively sensed that the next situation might be extremely bad.

Damn!!

This damn fate, is it really not on my side?

Diavolo, entangled in fear and anger, wanted to rush to Li Qing right now and solve this serious problem.

But reason told him that he couldn't be so impulsive.

after all

The melancholic blues abilities are just too troublesome.

If he takes action rashly without being sure of victory, his true face will be directly exposed to the opponent because of his recklessness.

In this way, the enemy can directly replay the battle scene, without even spending time looking for traces of his past.

calm.

Observe the situation first and then make a calm judgment. This is the right approach.

Diavolo tried his best to adjust his mentality, but he unknowingly cracked the solid Nokia in his hand.

And just when this unlucky mobile phone was about to be scrapped, a sudden ringtone saved it in time.

Hello?

Diavolo answered the phone, and soon an annoying voice came from the other end of the phone.

This voice was full of excitement, excitement, and joy, but it lacked the respect and awe for Diavolo, a powerful boss:

Boss, is it the boss?

I have noticed your order!

Although the journey is a bit long and time is a bit tight.

But in order to help my dear boss solve the problem, Psycho and I still worked tirelessly to fly the helicopter over.

Ha ha ha ha.

That voice became more and more disgusting:

How's it going, boss?

For the sake of my loyalty to Chocolat, can you let me let go and kill people this time?

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Diavolo was silent for a while:

Chocolat, one of his personal guards.

It is no exaggeration to say that this guy has the strongest business ability among his personal guards.

However, Chocolat is a bloodthirsty lunatic with a homicidal habit, a biological trash that even Diavolo, the crumb boss, despises.

Diavolo at least kills with a purpose, while Jocrat kills just for fun.

Of course it's a good thing if a dog bites.

But if the dog bites people like crazy, the owner will be very unhappy.

Damn it! Why is this mad dog here?

Diavolo thought unhappily:

This is a densely populated city.

If I let this mad dog out and bites people at will, I don't know how much effort I will have to put into wiping his butt afterwards!

He thought so, and then responded in a cold tone:

Chocorat, you are not needed here.

Where do you want me to go?

etc.

Diavolo was about to drive away Chocolat, who came here to indulge in the killing pleasure, but in the middle of his words, he suddenly changed his mind:

He even bombed the port area of ​​Palermo to cover his tracks.

Destroying another Naples seems to be nothing.

You'd better stay.

Diavolo ordered in a very dangerous tone.

Oh? The voice on the other end of the phone was so excited that it was almost distorted: Can you let me kill you?

Can.

There were too many lice to bite him, so Diavolo simply let the mad dog out.

Just right.

Mista, Apaki, Bucciarati, Fugo, Nalanja, Li Qing, and the unknown blond kid.

This series of names flashed through his mind: There are too many guys looking for death.