The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

"I have investigated, and I am sure that you are in legitimate defense."

Bugarati looked at the man in front of him who kept stuffing spaghetti in his mouth. His cheeks were bulging, like a hamster who has been greedy. His body after being hungry for several days seemed to smell like a homeless man. .

"You guy," he said vaguely with his mouth full of spaghetti, making it difficult for him to open his mouth, "what the **** is going to do with me."

Bugarati did not answer, but shook the newspaper and said to himself: "I have read all the reports in the newspaper. If they are all true, then you should have amazing marksmanship and extraordinary willpower. "

"It's really impossible for a man like you to stay in jail for five years, right?"

"The last time the prison voltage device exploded, taking the opportunity to escape is really something you can do." Bugarati looked at him, and then continued: "I have taken care of everything for you now. You don't have to escape. Life in prison."

The man munching on the pasta paused for a while, "Why help me, do you want me to do my best for you?"

Bugarati was silent, and then said frankly: "If it is a lie to not want you to join my team after learning about your abilities and past."

The man opposite gave a cold snort, and then kept eating, "My power is given by God, and I don't want to waste it on the gang."

Bugarati nodded, and then said: "Forget it, have a good meal. If you don't have any money next time, I will come to this restaurant for dinner. They won't charge you."

The man paused, and did not speak.

"It doesn't seem to be enough," Bugarati said softly, as if he didn't care about the man's reluctance to join the team. "Mrs. Bando, please give me four puchetta, oh, five. Yeah. I'll try it this time too."

"Okay, Mr. Bugarati."

Bugarati turned his head and found that the man was looking at him silently, his eyes seemed to have something to say.

"Yo, Bugarati." Fogg, Naranga, and Apache walked in.

The man who ate the pasta was stunned, his eyes circling around the four people, and then said, "OK!"

"Ok?"

"I said OK! I can't stand it anymore. If I don't join you, you will have 4 puccitas, 4 noodles, and four seats, because you are four people."

"Because I can't bear 4 Guedo Mista."

Bugalati showed a surprised expression and looked at Misda, not knowing why his ideas changed, but he smiled and nodded, "Welcome."

"Bugarati, this is the partner you recruited." Fu Ge said, and then naturally sat on the chair, "You went for a day, I thought you were looking for a mercenary, but you did it. One person? At such a slow speed, when we recruit enough people, the assassination team has been arrested, right?"

"Foge, the will of human beings cannot be estimated." Bugarati said: "Be conscious and know that people who are in pain are stronger than many armies. They can only be killed but cannot be defeated. For example, assassination team. "

"Huh? What happened to the assassination team?"

"The news at noon said that there was a large shooting incident on Vallady Street, and the death toll has exceeded ten people. This time it was Polwyn who led hundreds of people to pursue the assassination team, and the assassination team killed them all by one person."

"what?!"

Naranga opened his mouth wide, in disbelief, and sighed, "It's so strong."

"All the members of the assassination team are double messengers. To deal with them, they must be separated and attacked one by one after understanding their abilities. Therefore, we must also have enough double messengers. Only the double messengers can defeat the double messengers."

"It doesn’t matter if we are a little slower. The more someone attacks the assassination team, the more the assassination team’s capabilities and intelligence will become public. The air drops to Baidu below zero."

"It's amazing." Naranga's purple eyes couldn't help but widen. What should I do if my aviation Smith encounters this kind of temperature-changing guy? He fell into thinking, and once he thought, Fogg laughed.

"Then, say that," Apache raised a cup of tea, squinted at Mista, and asked, "Is this guy also a stand-in messenger?"

"Yes." Bugarati nodded. "I found him in the sewer today."

"Haha! How come someone is in the sewer!" Naranga stopped thinking and laughed, "Hey, no wonder you have a stinky smell."

"Shut up, it's not the sewer, it's the place where fate meets!" Misda retorted loudly, and then fell into the memory of himself, "Although he was seriously injured and pale, but his shining blond hair and crimson hair My eyes, I will never forget!"

"..."

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Gedo Misda entered prison when he was only fifteen years old, because the road saw an unfair situation and rescued a woman who was forced to do so.

At that time, he didn’t know what his fate was. Before this heroic rescue of the United States, he was an ordinary gangster who lived a life that was not very peaceful for others. He would beat and abuse Monica. The people of Belgi (idol) will cheer for Robert Baggio in the pub, and will use baseball bats to intimidate the students who practice guitar next door.

But like every fifteen-year-old boy, he doesn't know where fate will push him.

When he was fifteen years old, he finally understood that life seemed to be doomed long ago, dozens of bullets rushed towards him, as if fate, and passed him by.

There must be a **** in this world, otherwise I won't be so lucky.

Life is to clear the way for the enlightened, and destiny is to prepare for the enlightened person.

To exchange brilliant life destiny with brilliant consciousness is the price for everyone to survive in the world.

After entering the prison, Misda still held an optimistic attitude until the explosion occurred—

He immediately understood that this was a God-given opportunity. He thought about taking advantage of the chaos to escape from prison and hiding in the sewers. Just as this thrilling escape plan was unfolding, he saw a man who was seriously injured.

It is a bit inaccurate to say that it is a man, his age looks fifteen years old. But the arteries of the thigh seemed to have been shot and sprayed out like a fountain. I didn't know if it hit the bone. He couldn't stand up anyway.

However, he was supported by an invisible object and forced to move forward. Mista thought he was dazzled, but someone really seemed to be holding him.

"Hey!" Mista met him in surprise, he seemed a little surprised, and then the two immediately turned around and ran.

It turned out that they all regarded each other as chasing soldiers, but Misda reacted, and those who were seriously injured like this would not be prison guards.

"Hey, are you okay!" Out of the indelible goodwill of young people, Mista believes that there will always be rewards for accumulating virtue and doing good.

He dragged the opponent to the drain, and at the same time wiped off the blood stains on the floor, hiding inside quietly. Escaped the search by the guards.

"I'm Gedo Mista, how about you?"

The other party seemed a little surprised, and fell silent again at random, seeming to be thinking about something, and finally replied with certainty: "Jonson Joffrey."

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Double panel

Stand-in messenger: Jiaqiu

Stand-in: White Album

Force: A

Speed: C

Range: C

Persistence: A

Action precision: E

Growth: E

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ps: It’s been a long time since I had a transition animation. From now on, I will put a stand-in in every chapter to make it easier for everyone to understand. This time, let’s put the white master of the last chapter first.