The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

The huge explosion set off a wave of air, and the heat of the burning blew up Jonson Joffrey.

Then he fell heavily to the ground. The rebellious pope wanted to help Jonson up, but he had lost a bit of blood. He turned his head and looked at the exploded prison, and couldn't help but lament that he was a little lucky. The process of dealing with Polbo was too fast. It was calculated in my mind when I fired the first shot.

The first shot holding "I don't believe I'm so unlucky" fired a shot for the faith, and at the same time looked at the position of Polbo and the black Sabbath, designed to shoot the bullet onto the tempered glass and bounce to the ceiling, and wait until the black Sabbath comes from behind When attacking the rebellious pope, the bullet that pulls the ceiling hits the black Sabbath.

But the plan originally went smoothly, but the bullet was too small, and it did not defeat the Black Sabbath when it was shot into the heart. After all, the Black Sabbath was a long-range offensive, and even if it was injured, it was impossible to feed back to Polbo.

The plan failed.

To make matters worse, the prison guard rushed in. Just when he was about to die, he used his own hand to hold the arrow and pulled the wire to connect with the black Sabbath chest line. Unexpectedly, the energy of the arrow was so great that he swallowed the black Sabbath directly. Only then had the opportunity to attack Polbo.

In any case, it is considered successful to kill Polbo, but the following problem is very troublesome. The original plan was to assassinate, but now the movement is a bit big, I guess everyone knows that I did it.

But it doesn't work if you don't kill, Polbo obviously wants to kill me.

In this case, it can only be regarded as self-insurance, right? So don’t blame me for the assassinations.

Jonson dragged his body to try to see if the rebellious pope could connect his wound, but obviously not. The rebellious pope can only connect two objects. The wounds are their own, just one object, so neither can be done. Connected.

Jonson couldn't help but was shot in the thigh. He was still bleeding. It was hard to stand up, but he had to face the enemy's chase after a while.

In this case, I can't help but feel joy. At least got the arrow!

Although it is an ordinary arrow, it means that Jonson Joffrey can be his own double messenger.

He glanced at the arrow in the hand of the avatar. The hilt of his sword broke, leaving only the arrow, which he held in a cloth and put it in his pocket.

Jonson looked back again, and the entire prison was in flames.

The prison guards finally discovered the explosion in Polbo’s exclusive prison and began to put out the fire. Jonson ordered the rebellious Pope to find a sewer, opened the manhole cover and jumped out of it, and by the way he cleaned the blood stains.

The burning golden fire waves constantly licked the air, as if burning the wind on the Naples harbour to gold.

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"What? You said Polbo is dead?"

Pannakoda Fogg's eyes widened, and he suddenly rose from the stool. I took it to a glass of water on the table, and the water wetted the math exercise book on the table.

"Foge! What are you doing!" Naranga took a pen from the hotel owner, and as soon as he came in, he saw Fuge bullying his workbook.

"Yeah." Bugarati stood straight, frowned, and had a confused tone. Putting his thumb and index finger on his chin, he thought slightly, but he nodded firmly: "I was sent to the intensive care unit."

"Expected to die."

"Polbo?" Naranga said in a questioning tone, then clapped his hands violently, "It's that fat guy! Why did he go to the hospital?"

"Who did it?" Not long after Apache joined him, his face was unsteady. Polbo was almost the highest cadre in southern Italy. Everyone who entered the gang must accept his assessment, so Apache treated him. The black sabbath moving in the dark is very impressive. The kind of person with the powerful strength and pressure that even the double can give, can’t imagine how he died.

"It is said that it is a newcomer in the assassination team, who used his hands when participating in the gang entrance examination." Bugarati exclaimed thoughtfully: "No one thought that it happened too suddenly."

"Ah? Did that fat man finally go to the hospital with injuries to his hands?" Naranga opened his questioning eyes and couldn't figure out the conversation at all.

·

Milan.

"Huh? You said Polbo in Naples was killed?" The man wiping the gun couldn't help but stop. After thinking a little bit, he raised a glass of Riesling and asked, "Who did it?"

He is the head of the gang ‘Passion’ Milan.

"Mr. Belluni is Risout's nephew. It is said that Risout said he wanted to let his nephew join the gang, and came to Polpo for a test, but Polpo was killed."

"Risut really dare to do it," Belluni drank a drink, put down the goblet, and threw the gun in his hand to the ground. The pistol immediately turned into a human figure and jumped out.

Is a stand-in.

"I thought he was a man who likes stability." Belluni stood up, and the half-mountain villa faced a large forest. He looked at the sea of ​​trees: "If I were a boss, I would list an assassination team separately, not Put them under the cadres."

"Of course, I'm not a BOSS." Belluni is a typical northern Italian, with a smile that is especially northern European style.

·

"Have you heard?" said a member of a low-level gang organization: "Mr. Polbo was seriously injured and went to the hospital."

"Mr. Polbo?"

"Mr. Risoutt did it."

"Huh? Stop kidding, isn't Mr. Risout going to be a cadre?"

"Yeah, we are all wondering! Who should take over Polbo's affairs now?"

"Never mind this, I heard people say that Polbo may have burped." A member of the gang came out of it, dragged a long shovel and made a harsh sound on the ground, and said he wiped it. Tears in the corners of the eyes.

"Lucca, are you sad? Master Polbo seems to be very kind to you."

"No, I'm just excited," said Luca, who was dragging a shovel. "I heard that Polbo left hundreds of millions of fortunes!"

"Ha!" Everyone showed a surprised and greedy expression: "Really?!"

·

"The news is coming, Mr. Bellikro." A middle-aged Italian in a gangster suit took out a piece of paper and a photo from the fax machine, and hurriedly ran to a gray-haired man and gave it to him, "It's this Nice person."

Belle Crowe, 65 years old, one of the cadres of the Passion organization.

He frowned and took the photo. The photo shows a blond man walking into the prison. His blond hair is a bit distracting, but his face is still very clear.

—Jonson Joffrey.

"It's totally unlike Risout's handwriting. If Risout wanted to kill Polbo, he wouldn't make such a big movement." Bellikro frowned and analyzed. Force and organization have declared war."

Bellikro was still unbelievable, and then turned on the computer to contact the BOSS through a special method.

While logging in to a non-existent web page that was neither recorded nor accessible, he murmured to himself: "Rissout, did you do this for Gerald and Sobel?"

·

The dark wind blew into the room from the closed window. Inside the cheap hotel, a man covered in black cloth stared at the pictures on the laptop, frowning, the green screen of the computer could not be illuminated. To brighten his face, on the contrary, let the whole room be filled with treacherous air.

His gaze stayed on a photo, a man with blond hair was walking into the prison. He frowned slightly, as if thinking about who this person was, and a few rose-red hairs emerged from the black pocket cloth.

He sent several photos to all officials, and within three minutes, all Passion members in Italy knew all the information about the assassination team.

"Risut, you have done well these years, but you are too greedy."

"No one can stand in front of my Diablo!"

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Then he led the teacher and said, wouldn't it be beautiful to make a velvet girl, the velvet body is a female, and the evil editor's short-sightedness turned him into a male.

I:? ? Damn it, kind of sensational! The beautiful fifteen-year-old Goruno is gentle and pleasant.

Although this idea makes me too excited, but forget it.