The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

Chapter 27: Fate meets

Jonson Joffrey has blond hair and is dressed clean and glamorous. When he is not talking, he looks calm and dignified. He looks like a rich man, but after a brief conversation, Jonson tells him without reservation. He, he was the one who bombed the prison, Misda was extremely surprised, because Jonson looked about the same age as him.

"Hey, your legs are bleeding all the time? Doesn't it matter?" Misda looked at Jonson Joffrey's thigh, the blood flow speed seemed to be a fountain, ordinary people should faint in this situation, right?

Besides, the skin on your hands is almost gone, and you see the bones, why don't you seem to feel the same.

"Doesn't you hurt?" Gedo Mista asked with a twitch of his mouth.

Jonson Joffrey raised his head to look at him, the red pupil looked like a lake, and said calmly: "I'm going to die."

Hearing this, Mista was stunned. What an enlightened man, this man is a man.

He seemed to have been thinking about something important. After a while, he said: "Can you help me get some of the best living things like rats, insects, plants, etc.?"

Although I don't know why I went immediately.

Rats are not easy to catch, but there are many sewers. Surprisingly, there are fishes. He put all these things in his hat and caught a full pocket in less than ten minutes.

Jonson Joffrey looked at those things. After a while, the hat began to shrink, and then everything inside disappeared.

"Are you a magician?"

"I am a stand-in messenger."

Mista: "?"

Then Joffrey's legs stopped bleeding, and he grabbed a few more things. After the same disappeared, Joffrey was almost in good health. Mista asked Joffrey, and he said:

"This is the choice of destiny. Sooner or later, you will understand that people who wantonly interpret destiny will be played by destiny after all."

Mista: "!"

What a powerful man! For some reason, Misda’s admiration for Jonson Joffrey began to rise. After so many years of life that he said he had no regrets, he suddenly realized that it was a waste of life. Such a young man of my age could have this. Waiting for enlightenment and extraordinary experience, destiny must open a bright road for him.

He who is usually talkative, closed his mouth uncontrollably and sat quietly on the side.

After a while, Jonson Joffrey seemed to fall asleep. Misda heard footsteps again, and carefully dragged Jonson Joffrey to a position near the drain. When he moved, his bag suddenly There was a package that dropped, and there was golden light from inside. Misda hurriedly picked it up, which seemed to be an arrow, and was accidentally cut.

At this time, Jonson Joffrey woke up and saw Misda who had been cut. He was silent for a while, and finally said: "This is the choice of fate."

"How about it? I'm very touched?" Mista looked at the four expressionless people and couldn't help but wondered, so he asked again: "Isn't it touched? This is the choice of fate." After that, he said to his mouth. Stuffed a bite of pizza.

"I'm not touched, I am more curious that Jonson Joffrey seems to have a stand-in who can absorb energy." Bugarati calmly analyzed.

"Ah? Do you know this great benefactor?" Misda folded her hands and asked excitedly: "Please tell me his address, I want to come to thank you."

"No, our team is going to kill him." Bugarati said.

Misda opened his eyes wide, and immediately said, "Hey, if I kill him, I won't do it!"

"He bombed the prison to kill the cadres of the gang. It can be said that in such chaos in Italy now, he also has a great responsibility, so I have to say that he is the big villain."

Misda frowned, pursed her lips, and turned her head to the side, as if she was too lazy to listen to Bugarati talking ill of Jonson Joffrey, and fell silent at the same time.

"Mr. Bugarati!" The restaurant owner ran over quickly, "Someone is looking for you."

Bugarati nodded. The area he is responsible for is not like other districts. The fighting and chaos caused by the assassination team's noise and Polbo's post-mortem battle for territory. His extraordinary management skills make this place in Naples. A rare piece of pure land, where everyone respects Bugarati.

Bugarati walked out naturally, thinking that there was someone asking him for help, but what he saw was a teenager.

The young man stood on the steps of the backlit restaurant. Bugarati looked up at him. The young man’s blond hair was pulled into a whip behind him. As the wind of Naples rose, a rose-red suit set off his tall figure, as if Shining with golden light, Bugarati saw himself through his turquoise and clear eyes.

Bugarati was stunned. Years later, when he recalled it again, he couldn't help but sigh. As Mista had said, this was an encounter of fate. No matter how many obstacles there are, he will return to this point.

The boy spoke slowly, interrupting Bugarati's thinking, his voice was a nice boy voice.

"Are you Mr. Bruno Bugatti?"

"hateful!"

The fist hit the computer with the flashing screen, but it stopped abruptly when he was about to touch.

The assassination team officially rebelled at noon today, and has resolved a wave of their own men, and they are about to arrive at the Naples airport immediately.

The outside sun was shining brightly, the tall bell tower sounded the thirteenth sound, two Egyptian-style stone statues were quietly placed on the closed windowsill, and the dark room smelled of disinfectant powder and sour smell.

Diablo was wrapped in a black cloak, Chiluo's feet stepped on the soft carpet, and suddenly fell into contemplation. Why did the assassination team betray such a confident betrayal? Did they get news about me?

impossible!

It's impossible for me, Diablo to show off his feet!

But they are going to the airport so high-profile, where are they going? The computer screen suddenly lit up again, and a message came from a person with an ID named "Persephone".

Diablo couldn't help but pull his thoughts back, frowning.

[It is shown in the deciphered data in the data of "God's Whispers"...]

【Sardinia】

Seeing those four words, Diablo opened his eyes wide, and his strange double pupil could not help but tremble. How did this guy know? !

Is this thing that has been circulated in the black market called "God's Whispers" true? ! Did he really record the fate of the people who changed the world? !

After a long time, he realized that he was trembling all the time, and his back was soaked with cold sweat...

That ‘God’s Whispers’ is not complete, scattered all over the world, but this **** named ‘Persephone’ got my page and tried to interpret it?

The emperor is my Diablo! As an emperor, he must also change the world and destiny! What if my affairs are also recorded in this information? !

impossible! Except for my [epitat], it is absolutely impossible to have the ability to interpret the future that only a person of choice can have!

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Double panel

Stand-in messenger: Gedo Mista

Stand-in: Sexy pistol

Force: E

Speed: C

Range: the distance the bullet will reach

Persistence: A