The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

The huge yellow body moved slowly, seemingly slow, but in fact full of strength. Polbo's every move put considerable pressure on Jonson.

The gloomy green light filled the entire aisle. The interior of the room in front of him was small, and it seemed that Boerbo could not move a little bit. Boerbo's body was like a mountain, and his black eyes looked condescendingly at Jonson Joffrey. .

Jonson took a deep breath speechlessly and relaxed his body, but the exercise has allowed his body to learn the intuition of preparing tightly in times of danger.

"You..." Polbo looked at Jonson tightly with a big face, as if watching an ant. His voice came from the thick tempered glass, with a strange metallic accent. The words are spoken slowly, and every word has the power to excel.

"Is Risout's nephew?"

"Yes, Mr. Polbo."

The time Jonson traveled was only 4 months. I didn't feel this way when watching anime before, but when I really faced Polbo, there was a feeling-Clarice was visiting Hannibal.

Ah no, it's not that Clarice hasn't offended Hannibal, but he is a real boss in the eyes of the assassination team like Polbo.

"I heard you want to join the assassination team?"

"Yes, Mr. Polbo." Johnson raised his head and looked at Polbo. His huge face made people unable to help being giant phobia.

"That's good." Polbo suddenly sat back, took out a banana from the refrigerator behind him, and began to eat naturally.

"Your test question is, die first..."

"What?" Johnson heard this, and instantly tightened his body, gradually deepening with every breath...

Polbo suddenly smashed the banana, his black eyes widened slightly: "You can see? You are a stand-in messenger."

When Polbo said about his death, a substitute suddenly appeared behind Jonson, and he subconsciously moved his eyes to look at it, which also caused Polbo to know that he saw the substitute.

"Okay," Polbo took out the red wine again, his body was huge, but he was elegant, and after he offered himself a glass of wine, he slowly said again: "In this case, don't you still call your own stand-in?"

Jonson was motionless and sweating. Polbo’s stand-in could only be seen in the shadows, but apparently the stand-in was now lying behind Jonson Joffrey, clinging to his back, slender and powerful. Hold his shoulders with both hands.

Killing Jonson Joffrey is as simple as crushing an ant.

The main reason why Jonson Joffrey did not resist is that he should not be Polbo’s opponent. Although Polbo is in jail, the double is actually a remote control type. Such doubles are often far more powerful and faster than their melee counterparts. On the other hand, only the low precision of remote tracking can be used to deal with it.

Qiao Luno took advantage of this when he dealt with this double. After Qiao Luno eliminated Polbo’s double, Polbo didn’t even know it, indicating that his double could regenerate and the damage he suffered would not return to his body. To put it bluntly, it can be given as a gift...

Moreover, the space here is small and it is Polbo’s territory. It is difficult to tell what the prison guards outside would say...

"I will really kill you," Polbo said slowly, "Don't you think you are Risout's nephew, I dare not kill you?"

Polbo lowered his head, looked at Jonson Joffrey, and glanced at the corner of his mouth slightly. The child was already scared.

He lowered his voice and said, "Rissout, take yourself too seriously."

Although Polbo is in prison, he knows every one of his subordinates. Every subordinate entered the gang after his hand. So he also knows who the people in the assassination team are. A few slices of human body scared into a white rabbit...

Now the organization has entered a state of good operation, whether it is the government, commercial activities, drug trade, civilians, etc., the power of PASSIONE is infiltrated everywhere, and there is no need for assassination teams to sell their lives.

Just when the organization doesn't need the assassination team, the Boss may still be thinking about their merits and ignore them, but at this moment, Gerald and Sobel are simply dying, and they have to catch up with the whole team.

How can the assassination team that was about to be eliminated let outsiders continue to join, so that they have more power to fight the organization?

Polbo raised his eyebrows. With Risout's character, he killed and joined the gang completely when he was 18 years old for revenge on one of his nephews.

How many nephews does he have?

If this American kid is killed here, Risout might defect to the organization and decide to send his nephew to my hands. Is it expressing his loyalty to the organization? Polbo looked at Joffrey through the ordinary red wine.

This kid really didn't wear any weapons.

The green light shone on Jonson Joffrey's body. Behind him, Polbo's substitute, Black Sabbath, was like a wizard, firmly grasping his shoulders and moving his head forward to fit his tightly. Ears, the green wind blowing in the corridor, those visible winds, are colder than the black Sabbath hands.

Black Sabbath did not appear much in the original work. What Goruno defeated was just a clone of him, and only showed that in addition to strong power and speed, who would know that such a substitute would send out when he was with the main body again What kind of power.

The black Sabbath can only survive in the shadow, which means it cannot shine on the sun.

But the iron and bronze walls of this prison had no chance to break him and expose the black Sabbath to the sun.

"Are you already scared? Kid." Polbo put down the red wine and waved his hand slightly. The black Sabbath suddenly disappeared behind him, and a depressed breath was fleeting.

"boom!"

The skin and flesh collided and made a sound. When the Black Sabbath was evacuating from behind Jonson Joffrey, he suddenly punched, very fast, but was blocked by the reversal Pope hiding behind Jonson Joffrey.

"Is this your stand-in?" Polbo took out a biscuit and started gnawing quickly, and at the same time asked: "How do you have a stand-in?"

"I, I, the man who killed my father four months ago, stabbed me with an arrow."

Polbo chuckled the biscuit and swallowed it with his fingers.

"Very good, there is no strong or weak stand-in. People who have a stand-in must have strong mental abilities, and they are the ones who have been thoroughly selected, hahaha."

The rebellious Pope clenched the fist of the Black Sabbath tightly, not letting him take a step closer to Jonson Joffrey, and the two doubles stood in a stalemate with each other.

"Sometimes, it's boring to stay here all the time," Polbo continued: "So I also envy you people who can play around with their bodies at will."

"Of course, I prepare a lot of things to solve my boredom."

Polbo's voice came from behind the glass, like a broken sound, emitting a terrifying subwoofer. He then opened a safe behind him, which contained a bear toy, snacks, a TV and two guns.

Polbo took out a revolver and flicked the revolver's roulette magazine with his little finger. With a quick throw, a box was opened on the left side of the glass.

Polbo motioned to Jonson to bring things over.

"A game that Russians often play," Polbo smiled. "It's your test today."

"There are six magazines in total, and there are three bullets in it..."

"Shoot yourself three times, I don't want the unlucky person."

Polbo chuckles.

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I turned on my phone today and found that I was in the top 20 of the favorites list. I said I had neither py nor recommended, why did I make it to the list. I remembered that the golden wind was over last night, so the double messengers are going to be restless again, right?

ps: I take a nap and am writing a few chapters.