The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

Misda covered her split left shoulder, completely separated from her blood vessels, bones, and muscles, and threw her entire arm back and forth in mid-air.

He was pale, unable to maintain normal movement, and then he leaned on the wall and fell to the side of the wall. He leaned back against the wall and looked at the alley made up of old steel pipes, silently looking towards the blue sky.

I am about to die.

Just when he completely regarded death as a matter, he saw Jonson running over from the other end of the alley.

"Jonson!" he shouted with the last strength of his life.

Jonson followed the voice and found Misda who was lying on the ground, and watched in surprise at the blood dripping from his shoulder, and the bones and muscles were completely cut open.

Bugarati's steel chain fingers can really make people fall apart. Only he can open and close the zipper. If you leave the range, you really can't pull it.

"Mista!"

Jonson opened his eyes and looked at Misda, trying to treat him, but he was helpless. There was nowhere to find anything that could be used as the source of life. The rebellious pope was not born for medical purposes.

He is for deprivation, deprivation by evil.

Jonson’s gaze fell on a few passing duo suckers. At that moment, he opened his eyes slightly, looking at the semi-comatose Misda, and took a deep breath. His goal is to become the best villain. His abilities seem to be born to be the best villain.

Like his father DIO, he absorbs the life energy of others and enhances his own strength.

No matter what kind of villain, what he did in the final analysis is one thing-deprivation.

If you can learn to deprive, then you really are a veritable villain.

Jonson Joffrey looked at the dying Misda.

"...Hello!" An ugly-looking **** with a crooked nose and slanted eyes walked behind Jonson, and Jonson squatted blankly in front of Misda's eyes.

"You two... uh... three bastards..." The little **** was half-opening his eyes, obviously sucking, "Do you want to grab my throne?!!!"

He roared loudly, then took out his knife, pointed it at Misda, and shouted loudly: "You dead man! You want to grab my throne!" Then he pointed to the trash can next to——

"Are you my guard!!!"

Jonson Joffrey tilted his head, then slowly stood up—

"With all due respect, there is really no need for a person like you to live. Why don't you sacrifice for my brother." Jonson Joffrey looked down at the fainted Misda, as if to a gangster. , And it seems to be saying to myself:

"When my brother and I get rid of Diablo and prohibit drug pin trading, then you will die well."

Speaking of himself, Jonson Joffrey suddenly turned around and grabbed the man by the neck—

"Uh... um..." The man had difficulty breathing, unable to move, and had a short and short stature. He was held in mid-air by Jonson Joffrey.

The rebellious pope came out of Jonson's body and hit the man's chest with a punch—

Then it didn't move.

Because a familiar voice interrupted him.

"Hey, Jonson, aren't you really a bad guy." Misda leaned against the wall and breathed hard, and Jonson froze there when he heard him speak.

"I have never believed that you would do such a thing." Misda said in a soft voice, "Obviously, it will be easier to become stronger by directly absorbing other people's souls, just like your vampire father, but you didn't do this. , The reason is that you are a principled person."

"These principles are recognized by me. This is the reason why I follow you. You, as the black hand behind the scenes, have not imagined such principles. Then I would not agree with you to use the assassination team."

"Although I'm a small bastard, I really want to follow you up and betray Bugarati, knowing that you lied to the assassination team, I still have to agree."

"That's because I know that you will succeed, you will let Bugarati, and you will make the dream of the assassination team come true."

"I also call these things the ability to discern right from wrong."

[I call him the ability to understand right and wrong. 】This sentence is familiar to Jonson Joffrey, because Sorajo Jotaro also said the same thing to him.

I can go to fights, send people to the hospital, I can teach teachers who have no taste, and I can eat in the restaurant without paying.

But, I can tell what is disgusting evil.

This is the golden spirit, and Mista, who is obviously very weak, can also say the same things as the powerful Koryo Jotaro——

Because even ordinary people have the golden spirit.

When I learn to pillage, then I will completely lose myself and become the shape of someone else, the image of those cookie-cutter juvenile villains.

"If you don't have this ability, it's dead, and you won't be allowed to kill Bugarati, and you are not allowed to break the dream of the assassination team."

"I follow you because you are a person who doesn't change his face in the face of difficulties. You can absorb life energy, but you don't absorb me. You know that I'm just a prisoner and you need to respect me and tell me the path of my destiny."

"Answer me, Jonson, are you such a person?"

Jonson Joffrey let go and put the man on the ground—

"I said it a long time ago," Johnson turned his head and looked down at Misda on the ground. "You remembered it to me. Even if I die, I won't let you look away."

Jonson Joffrey slowly made such a promise, which means that he has completely abandoned the possibility of becoming the bad guy in Misda's eyes.

This is the promise he made.

Misda closed his eyes, showing a pale smile, Johnson carefully picked up Misda on his back, and walked in the desolate alley——

He looked at the road ahead illuminated by the bright sun, and the breeze that was visible to the naked eye blew into his scarlet eyes. Almost, he really gave up the principle of being a human being. The embankment of kindness he maintained will be rebelled by the Pope. This ability he was proud of was defeated as an ant colony.

"Jonson, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know, but I'm about to write my story."

"That's great, I'm also the second male."

"Nonsense, how can you have so many scenes."

"Then your story, there must be no heroine."

Just as Jonson Joffrey wanted to refute, the phone vibrated suddenly, carrying Mista with one hand, took out the phone and wrote on it——

[BOSS ability, you can delete the time, about ten seconds, now in the hospital where I stayed in Iluso, come here quickly]

Jonson Joffrey looked at the information that Meloni had brought in shock. This assassination team was not a weak one. He was still thinking about how to use Misda to spread the power of the Scarlet King, but they did it themselves. Up.

"It's amazing, Captain and Meloni!" Mista exclaimed weakly.

Jonson's face was stunned, "The captain and the boss must be fighting, otherwise it is impossible to analyze the boss's ability."

"Captain, it's dangerous!"

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Stop spraying the protagonist for doing nothing. I have never said that all of this is his arrangement. He is just a **** of fate. He needs to change and grow. He has said more than once. Nothing is unexpected. middle.