I who can connect dimensions want to be a hero

"Yeah, red heart, red heart, it makes me sick to think of the heart."

Then, there is the flower group.

"Then this is the grass and flowers group, only luck is left to fate, whether it is good or bad is just a coincidence."

"Hoho, grass flowers, grass flowers, and four-leaf clover actually exist."

Block set.

"Okay, next is the cube group. In this world, money is king, and gold, silver and treasure are fascinating."

"Papa, square square, if you just want to look beautiful, a fake is enough."

The playing cards sang and danced, causing Vladimir, who was watching, to frown.

But before he could say anything more, the cards resumed their skit.

"This time it's the boss of the "Enthusiasm" organization, so where is he doing now?What about? "

Chapter 149 The fact that you will die (1W4 recommends adding more)

"Hey, Tobio, this is the identity that Boss uses for activities in the outside world!"

"However, even he himself doesn't know that he is a Boss. He usually seems easy to bully, but if he is pushed to the extreme, he will drive people to death!"

"Next, it's Diablo! The king of evil! The real boss who created "Passion"!Never step into the trap called the future! "

"Also, there is a person who can't see clearly! The darkness is too scary!"

"I don't want to get close to them! I'm going to die!"

"so..."

"so..."

"So run! If you get caught, you're doomed!"

"Oops oops oops oops, it's just too bad, this situation."

The playing cards are still singing, dancing and performing skits, and then tell the information.

But Vladimir frowned.

they?

Isn't there actually only one Boss?But three people?

"This is your substitute?" Vladimir looked at Murolo, "but it's too vague."

"Yes, they are called Eternal Watchtowers. They reflect 'facts' and only 'facts'. Don't worry, the drama is not over yet."

Murolo replied with his head bowed.

As Murolo's voice fell, the short play directed and performed by the poker players began to become strange.

"Abnormal guys are unusually long-winded."

"Stupid, that's not long-winded."

"Ah, you bastard, a little six of spades, you dare to provoke me, who is older than you."

"Because you acted so badly."

"Who played poorly?"

"What are you arguing about, you are all idiots."

"What are you messing around with!"

"What's your shitty attitude?"

"I've always hated your stinky farts."

"By the way, it was obviously my turn to speak the lines just now, but in the end, you got in."

"Your quarrel is so boring, it's a bunch of idiots."

"What's your tone?"

"It's not all because of you..."

The playing cards started to quarrel, throwing numbers at each other, and the thrown cards would be mixed up, and the guy who threw all the numbers turned into blank paper and passed out. Old K and old J strangled each other's necks and passed out. , Old Q fainted when he was thrown by the numbers in a burst of panic. The playing cards that originally kept the tower shape fell down one after another, and the playing card tower collapsed in a burst of shaking.

Then, at the very top of the mountain of playing cards, the Four of Hearts staggered to its feet.

"Monte Alia..."

After leaving this sentence, it also fell, and then Murolo clapped his hands again.

Wuladimir also puffed up his palms, watching the playing cards wriggling and returning to Murolo's chest pocket one after another, it seemed that the skit was over.

"It seems that your stand-in ability is really good." Wuladimir gave such an evaluation, then turned and prepared to leave.

This action made Murolo heave a sigh of relief, but before he stood up from the bed, he saw Vladimir who had already walked to the door and took out a pistol.

"But you are still too dangerous, you'd better die."

boom--!

Blood sprayed on Murolo's head, and Vladimir turned and walked away.

The gunshots plunged the hotel into chaos, and what Vladimir did not expect was that shortly after he left, Murolo, who was lying on the bed after being shot in the head, moved his fingers and stood up with his body supported. .

His head was still bleeding, but if one looked closely, it was actually just a shallow wound.

But even if the owner is such a means, Murolo still has a lot of fear on his face.

"Sure enough, it's a monster. Can't you even dodge it?"

Murolo touched his forehead, showing a happy expression.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the playing cards in his chest and looked at them.

The prince in the pattern of a club flower J card was pierced through the head, and then turned into pieces.

"Fortunately, no one else knows about such an ability."

Murolo packed up his things and prepared to leave, but then he smiled again.