stand-in creed

The disguise was seen through?

Then attack head-on!

There was no hesitation or hesitation in Mario Ziquero's eyes, he just stepped forward with the stand-in decisively, picked up the western sword in his hand and stabbed Nero in front.

Nero stood there quietly and called softly.

"Suzumi."

"Ah."

Suzumi responded softly, and the next moment she turned into a spirit body and hid in Nero's body.

Mario was taken aback.

Disappeared?

No, it didn't disappear, that girl returned to this man's body like a substitute!what is the problem!

Mario shouted loudly.

"Although I don't know what's going on, but as long as you die, you don't need to understand these messy things——

"—soft machine!!!"

The Western sword was raised high, and stabbed fiercely.

However, seeing the stabbing sword, Nero frowned slightly.

"The strength is excellent.

"It's a pity that although it has such excellent strength, its speed is as slow as a newborn calf, which makes people sad, and its accuracy is even more sad than this speed. In addition, the stabbing action is not the skill of Western swords at all, it's just a bastard. The technique of stabbing someone with a dagger in a street fight.

"If it's an attack of this level, I can do it now."

in such thoughts.

Mario's figure approached little by little.

The western sword in the soft machine's hand hit Nero's throat bit by bit.

However, at such a moment, a heavy breathing echoed in Mario's ears.

"call--"

That was Nero's breath.

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of breathing, Mario inexplicably saw a burst of golden light flashing across Nero's body.

What the hell is that?

Substitute ability?

What surprised Mario even more was Nero's next move.

"This, this guy "self" puts on a posture?It's not a stand-in, but the main body is in a stance, with one hand in front and the other behind, with both feet constantly touching the ground and jumping——

"This is the stance of a "boxer"!

"Is this guy trying to use his body to fight me as a stand-in messenger? This guy must be crazy! Although I don't know what kind of crazy you are, but I will accept your head! I will replace Dead Sha Lei, use your and that bitch's heads as "military exploits" to ascend to the throne of cadres!

"go to hell--!!!"

The sharp sword that was close at hand pierced Nero's throat fiercely.

The moment he stabbed, Mario's eyes were fixed on Nero's every move.

"No, this guy is not crazy, this guy's eyes are filled with "calmness" and "confidence".He wasn't crazy and wanted to seek his own death, but he had extreme confidence in his own skills. Even at such a distance of less than one meter, he was confident that he could avoid the attack of soft machines! "

Immediately, Mario's eyes began to focus on Nero's whole body.

eyes.

and legs.

Although generally speaking, a boxer's attack method mainly comes from his hands, but if you really want to understand a boxer's psychology, what you need to pay attention to is not the hands, but the eyes used to lock the enemy and the legs that move the body. .

"The sole of the right foot is accumulating power, this guy is preparing to dodge to the left!"

In an instant, Mario saw through Nero's intentions.

The sword that was about to stab was also tilted to the right under such a prediction—that is, to the left of Nero, and stabbed.

Then, Mario watched helplessly as the thorn pierced the air.

"what--?!

"This, this guy is obviously exerting force on the sole of his right foot, but his body completely violates human body mechanics and dodges to the right! It's not that the human body is exerting force, but it seems that some kind of force is pulling him to dodge in the completely opposite direction... ...Could it be that girl's stand-in ability!

"The movement of his feet was also done on purpose for me to see, deliberately making me think he was going to dodge to the left, so that my soft machine would attack in the wrong direction!"

That's too late.

Although at this moment, Nero's strategy was finally understood in Mario's mind, but the basic ability of the soft machine is not enough for it to make an immediate reversal in such a situation.According to the standard of a certain plane in the void, his speed is only C, and his precision is only D.

When Nero used the ability of the heavenly ladder to fly in front of Mario, Mario knew that he was powerless.

"--ended."

boom!

The fierce jab hit Mario's jaw with precision.

pain?

No, under this punch, Mario could no longer feel the pain.

The moment Ripple Sprint hits, it is like the numbness you feel when you hold the steel pipe tightly and smash it hard against the concrete floor. This kind of paralysis spreads to the whole body in an instant like a million ants climbing up the body at the same time. , The strong vibration caused his brain to collide violently with the skull like a pinball.

Consciousness was cut off in an instant, and the body fell down towards the carpet uncontrollably as a matter of course.

And with the help of this force of body dumping, Nero instantly made up for it with a hard uppercut.

boom!

Mario's fallen body changed posture and rose towards the ceiling.

But when it was less than 360 centimeters up, Nero turned [-] degrees on the spot to make up for the final roundabout kick, bringing Mario's consciousness to a more distant world.

puff.

Mario rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"The victory and defeat are already divided."

Chapter 11 The So-called Fishing

Mario fell.

Under the silent and stunned eyes of the crew, the stand-in ability was removed, and everyone returned to their original state.

Nero comforted the crew for a while, then smiled and suggested to the captain to fly a little longer, and snapped and dislocated the bones of the unconscious Mario Zquero's limbs, and borrowed a rope to lift the ordinary Roman gangsters tied up.

Snapped.

Nero slapped lightly, waking up the concussed gangster.

"Wake up, Mr. Mario Ziquero? Although you really fainted just now, I know you have woken up now. After all, most things like stand-in messengers are quite resistant to beating. "

"Humph."

Mario opened his eyes.

Just snorted, then stared at Nero in front of him without saying a word.

Nero, on the other hand, searched Mr. Mario's clothes and pants as if nothing had happened, and then said a little confused.

"The phone is not in the call state?

"Don't there usually be that kind of plot in novels or comics? During the battle, quietly dial the phone, so that even if you lose the battle, you can still pass on the information."

Nero was a little dazed.

But Mario couldn't help it: "I really want to do this, but ah... don't you guys know that there is no signal on the plane?"

"..."

Nero's expression was a little tense.

After thinking about it, he didn't confiscate the phone, but quickly opened the phone book to browse.

While browsing through the phone numbers that didn't have any additional notes other than the names of people, Nero spoke to Mario.

"Say whatever you want, Mr. Mario. Although your eyes are very firm, and you didn't even say a word of begging for mercy after waking up, let's go through the process for now-what do you think can change you? Information about a life?"

"No."

Mario said naturally.

Nero was a little curious.

"First of all, this is the second time I've asked you, and there will be no third chance after that.

"In addition, I don't have the habit of torture, and I will never engage in torture such as Ovaltine and judicial milk tea, so don't think that you can face torture like the protagonist in the movie and keep tight-lipped. There is no such opportunity, so if your answer is still "no" this time, you really have no way out.So--

"--Yes or no?"

However, even though Nero said this, Mario still looked directly into Nero's eyes.

"Don't confuse me with the kind of bastard who doesn't show up.

"I'm a gangster!

"Whether it's me or Sha Lei, when we set foot on this road, we made the corresponding awareness, either reach the top, or die on the road like wild dogs. We have already done it Awareness that such a day will come.

"If it is my destiny to die by your hands, although I will be very unhappy, I will still accept this fate and die. Even if I die, I will die like a man, and I will never betray the organization any information!"

"That's it."

Nero nodded, and gently held Mario's dislocated arm.

Click!Click!

Under Mario's stunned gaze, the gangster's dislocated limbs were straightened back.

Mario was puzzled: "You..."

But Nero smiled: "Don't worry, I will kill you if I say I will kill you. I won't break my promise. You must have a few minutes to live. But your toughness is quite to my liking. A man like you deserves to be killed." A decent way to die--

"—Golden Cutter."

There was no room left for Mario to say another word.

The golden knife that was blooming with golden brilliance wiped across Mario's neck, cut off his head neatly, and rolled to the ground with a plop.Amid the panicked screams of the flight attendants, the broken neck spurted blood unscrupulously, staining the cabin red.

Nero picked up Mario's cell phone and put it in his pocket.

Immediately, Nero ordered the captain to land.

The plane sailed leisurely back to the Rome airport, and the police officers waiting there rushed up, but no one noticed that Nero, who was hiding in the wind, left the airport swaggeringly, returned to the streets of Rome, and returned to his comfortable home. Change and wash clothes that smell of blood.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Suzumi Sugimoto asked quietly.

"Nero Nero."

"Ok?"

"What is judicial milk tea?"

"A type of lynching in Hong Kong prisons, where broken hair is mixed into milk tea for prisoners to drink. Because "judicial" and "silk hair" are homophonic in Chinese, it has such a name. "

"Hmm... is there a problem?"

"Long hair is fine to eat, but 'fine' hair is a problem.Not only can it not be digested, but it will also stick to the stomach wall and perforate continuously until the stomach becomes a hornet's nest-it will kill people.If you want to survive, I heard that there is a method of swallowing cotton in the stomach to curl the hair out, and then drain it, but I don’t know if it will work. "

"what--?!"

"Extracurricular knowledge, extracurricular knowledge!"

After talking here, Nero, who put on clean clothes, took Mario Ziquero's cell phone and went out.Of course, the battery and the phone are separate.

It was far away from home, and it was not until he found a secluded place around the Colosseum to sit down that Nero put the battery back into the phone and turned it on, flipping through the address book one after another, starting from top to bottom dial.

Probably because Mario doesn’t know anyone whose name starts with A, the first person’s name in the phone book sorted by initials starts with B, named——

Polpo.