The Best Villain's Bizarre Journey

Mike O’s unwilling howling——

As Valentine once said——

"You're still one step away," Jonson said.

He had already lost a leg, and now he was basically doomed. Jonson finally stopped fighting with him this time, and took out an iron ball from his hand as if by magic.

The iron ball was ground by Jonson with spikes from the very beginning——

Jonson shot out the iron ball, directly piercing Mike O's head, and his brain burst out of the blood hole——

Mike O, dead, alternate name: Tubular Bells

Jonson breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, the withering heart-piercing attack could no longer find humans with high temperatures. In order to prevent the withering heart-piercing attack from accidentally injuring others, Jonson panted and prepared to retrieve the withering heart-piercing attack.

Jonson just turned around, and at the moment of turning around, a person suddenly appeared in Mike O's body——

Mike's body twisted, a face appeared on the back of his neck, and then a person wearing a green army coat suddenly grew out of that face.

It was one of the eleven assassins.

Eleven of them have a substitute named: TOO YOU (tattoo for you), they can draw patterns on the body of their companions, and after their companions die, they can move instantly through their bodies——

Jonson turned his head immediately after hearing the voice, but the man had completely appeared in front of Jonson, and the pitch-black shotgun was aimed at Jonson's forehead——

"boom!"

The dull gunshot and the black bullet hit Jonson's head, and he fell to the ground on the spot.

Mike O was painted with a pattern among the Assassin's Eleven. Once the partner with the pattern dies, they can use the pattern to use the corpse to achieve instant movement, although painting Mike O will cause one of them to have no pattern , but this can also attack the enemy unexpectedly.

Although the abilities of the Eleven Assassins are not very outstanding, and it is even said that the teleportation can only be achieved by giving and sacrificing each other for free, each of them is ready to die and let their corpses pave the way for their companions.

Such a weak stand-in, by surprise, shot Jonson Joestar in the head.

One of the eleven assassins who appeared out of thin air, his companions had all been blown to death by the withering heart piercing attack.

After seeing Jonson Joestar, he fired several shots at his body without hesitation.

The Eleven Assassins should be one of the weakest stand-ins in the original book, but at this moment, Jonson Joestar was killed by surprise.

The withering heart piercing attack not far away also completely disappeared because of Jonson's death.

After confirming that Jonson was dead, he walked to Dongfang Zezhu's side and prepared to take the body out of Dongfang Zezhu's body, but the moment he took it out——

A hand with slack skin and even age spots suddenly appeared and held the hand of the eleventh assassins. The eleventh assassins immediately drew out their guns and aimed at the enemy in the east to help——

The old man from Japan finally woke up. The Eleven Assassins aimed at Dongfang Norisuke's head without hesitation, and immediately pulled the trigger, but the bullet deviated from the planned track like a drunk person——

"Ahhhhh!!"

The Assassins Eleven screamed, and even Dongfang Zesuke couldn't figure out what happened, but just now, two things like soap bubbles came out of Dongfang Zesuke's body and floated towards Assassin Eleven. The human eye, at the moment of explosion——

Assassin Eleven's eyes seemed to have only two deep black holes, and his vision was completely deprived.

Dongfang Zhu couldn't figure out what happened, but what happened in front of him made him react in time. He immediately picked up the enemy's gun, and he was so flexible that he didn't look like an old man at all.

He shot directly and broke the legs of the Assassins Eleven——

"Jostar-kun?"

Dongfang quickly ran to see Jonson. Jonson was not breathing at all, and had been dead for a while.In fact, Dongfang Zezhu has always been conscious. He has watched Jonson's battle, but because the body is repairing his body, he can't move around.

He admired Johnson quite a lot.

Dongfang Zhu cried out in pain, then dug out the heart from his chest, and stuffed the heart into Jonson's chest.

When he was first pierced by a spike through his stomach, he still had a vague memory. In his memory, it was Jonson who put his heart into his body so that he could survive, so he pulled out the heart again and put it in Jonson's body. Sen's body.

Dongfang helped to hear a heartbeat, but Jonson still couldn't breathe. He was a little bit sure that the other party should be able to be resurrected.

Dongfangzhu was overjoyed at this, and quickly said a few words in Japanese to thank the gods.

But at this moment, the Eleven Assassins could see again suddenly, his eyesight recovered, and he no longer struggled on the ground, because he had a heart, and Dongfang Zhu was endowed with a substitute by the heart——

The soap bubbles were secreted from Dongfang Zesuke's body. After touching the soap bubbles, one thing would be deprived. Dongfang Zesuke subconsciously deprived the eyesight of the Assassins Eleven in order to protect himself.

But if the heart leaves the east, it will help, and this power will also disappear.

The Eleven Assassins rolled up from the ground, took out a pistol from Mike O, aimed it at Dongfang Zesuke——

"boom!!"

The gunshot rang out, and Dongfang helped him subconsciously let go of Jonson, and there was no way for him to hide.

But in an instant, Jonson suddenly woke up, and instantly threw an iron ball——

"Ping!!"

Metal impact, Jonson passed the golden circle on the iron ball to the bullet, and the bullet flipped back to the heads of the Assassins Eleven in an instant——

Assassin's Eleven, death, alternate name: tattoo for you (TOO YOU)

Jonson put his hands on the ground, gasping for breath, the weakness and powerlessness of being resurrected from the dead wrapped him up, and the heart of the corpse began to heal his wounds.

Good luck.thought Jonson, clutching his beating heart.

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