The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

The passenger port of Olbia was exceptionally calm tonight. The moonlit harbour with an extraordinary atmosphere, broken ice and mosaic-cut passenger ships.

The assassination team huddled in the middle of a small fishing boat, wrapped in unnatural ice, and stared at the other side like a torch.

"This time, I will never give them another chance." Jiaqiu lost his irritability in the past, on the contrary, he was exceptionally calm. The drum was sounded to announce the final battle, and the enemy from the sea had been completely wiped out.

It means that the assassination team has no enemies in the long-range combat position.

A violent sea breeze blew quickly, and the calm sea caused waves. The fishing boat of the assassination team floated on the ice and swayed with the surface of the sea.

Jiaqiu suddenly felt that he had learned something.

"How should I say, I suddenly felt that I was not COOL enough!" Jiaqiu said thoughtfully.

Jiaqiu thinks that Jonson is cooler than him. In Jiaqiu's eyes, Jonson is a reliable person, but his ability is very weak. He can only cooperate with him, but today he refreshed his mind. He has always claimed to be an assassination team. The second strongest, because others will not fight.

Today's Jiaqiu is a bit hit.

"Senior Jiaqiu!" Bessie shouted loudly, "You are already COOL!"

Jiaqiu fell silent, then jumped out of the fishing boat, stepped on the ice, bent over and put his hands in the floating sea water, and an ice chain formed in an instant, which quickly buckled the railing on the opposite bank.

Next second—

"Kachacha—"

He relieved his ability and directly pulled the fishing boat with the help of the pulling force of the ever-shortening frozen chain!

Risute was a little surprised, because Jiaqiu had never used this trick before. His ability has always been able to kill the enemy in seconds, because the ability to change the environment can be said to be very strong, but because of the single ability, change the trick. It will be very few.

"Hey," Jiaqiu said with his back to Jonson Joffrey, "My trick is inspired by you."

Jiaqiu's voice is low, with his own dignity, with a male-only tone, and the calm and smiling tone that he rarely uses—

"Jonson, let me call it-[White Album · Rebellion Pope], don't be too proud."

Jonson stunned slightly, looking at the back of Jiaqiu who was squatting on the bow, and whispered: "You should be the proud person."

The fishing boat stopped abruptly at a distance of two or three meters from the shore, and Jiaqiu's operation was precise and perfect.

【White Album·Silent Cry】

The white biting chill was accurately released into the air, the flow of air was instantly suppressed to the smallest amplitude, and the rhythm of the molecules began to slow down—

"Jacchu, this guy," Meloni said in a low voice with a smile, "has become stronger, he used to be, it is impossible to reduce the temperature of the air without affecting his teammates."

Everyone in the assassination team at this moment can feel the enhancement of Jiaqiu's power.

"I've been saying that taking the battle as a trial is the real growth." Lisoute walked to Bessie's side, with a soft tone, but with an extremely firm tone, it came to everyone's ears.

This is a trial.

Bessie was shocked. If he always cried out before, but now he is more determined. He was too surprised. The moment he saw the rebellious Pope pull out Gachula, his mind was unexpected. Appeared-the idea of ​​grasping the moment created by the rebellious pope, at the moment this idea appeared, he didn't even doubt himself at all.

He didn't doubt himself, his judgment was correct, whether his [Beach Boy] could really do it perfectly.

He became confident and killed the mighty Babyface with his own hands.

He, Bessie, murdered!

I killed someone! Brother!

"Bessie," Proshte seemed to sense the constant struggle in Bessie's heart, and suddenly turned to face Bessie, "In this battle, I thought I couldn't intervene, but I can command you, this It was also my original idea to make you my right arm."

"But, Bessie," Prosciutt said in a low voice with a loving look, then took Bessie's face and stroked his green hair, "You grow up and you don't need me anymore."

"No, elder brother, I still..." Bessie did not expect that elder brother would suddenly say something like this, and quickly explained.

"No," Proschede said briskly, looking at the rolling sea like a never-ending picture scroll, he said: "You are already an assassin, you are not my vassal, you are my qualified Partner."

Bessie: "!"

Am I... a partner? It’s what Big Prosciutt used to say, ‘when the words “kill them” come to us in our hearts! Our action has already been completed! ’That kind of partner?

"I see," Bessie suddenly changed his style, put his hand on the back of Prosciut's hand, pushed him away, filled with a man's voice, and said in a low voice:

"Brother, I'm going to act, you just wait for me here."

This time, I will definitely use my beach boy to pave the way for the assassination team.

The low temperature in the air slows down the air velocity, and at the same time, a hot and serious fighting spirit spreads out.

·

About a few years ago, Meg Lafreille (born in 1965) was still a doctor. He was completely different from others, including those who were expelled from the French army at the beginning and Carlson, who existed as a mercenary. He The ability does not come from the arrow in the hands of the BOSS.

His source of strength is talent.

Different avatars have different sources of power, some are derived from so-called arrows, and some are born like this.

Arrows originate from meteorites outside the sky. Perhaps they have been circulating since ancient times. Perhaps in ancient times, someone unintentionally used arrows, giving themselves the power of a stand-in, and the power of a stand-in can be inherited.

Meg is such a lucky person. He inherited the substitute energy that his ancestors did not know there had. When he was fifteen years old, he awakened. Like a certain evil spirit-ridden high school student, his substitute was originally from The fear started.

Moreover, his power is not an ordinary stand-in ability, but the strongest mental attack ability.

Instead of being guided by his grandfather to embark on a journey like a certain evil spirit-ridden high school student, he started his own lonely exploration, alone.

Only the strange mental chatter produced by the constant influence of his substitute was with him.

·

"Babyface was killed." Carlson said, his tone was a little relaxed. He ran many times on the battlefield, and he had seen life and death many times. His realization was that life was just like a white goose feather brushing across the turquoise lake. Can't afford to make waves.

"My ability was completely restrained by Gachu, and you are not suitable for teamfights." Carlson said calmly, "Skiaro and Di Chano were also killed."

After that, he lowered his green eyes and faced the blue water, and said: "I used to train a special soldier to always be victorious in all battles. The eyes of those guys are exactly the same as those of the assassination team now."

It's a dead man.

When human beings are driven to a dead end, you can thoroughly feel this kind of awareness.

Then he said, "Meg, I have to slip away."

"Huh?" Meg looked at him in surprise.

"Did you see clearly?" Carlson said, "I'm not a fool. These guys are really hard to deal with. We can't win."

"Jiaqiu's ability restrains me very much. In melee combat, Lisout alone is not easy to deal with. The assassination team is a perfect team. The long-range attack has the control of the Pope, the sniper, and the fishing. Rod, there is Jiaqiu in the mid-range position, not to mention that the rest are almost all in melee positions." Carlson carefully analyzed with his battlefield experience.

The final conclusion is-there is no chance of winning.

Carlson said angrily, "I'm just using money to do things. Originally, I wasn't a member of the Guards, so I should do things outside of Italy."

Meg’s dark eyes were set against the dull moonlight, and his stand-in suddenly appeared beside him. Carlson took out a revolver. The rice becomes a swamp.

With the continuous evolution of the avatar, the performance of the avatar is also constantly evolving. [Old Town Road] removed the outer shell of its robot, revealing its strong silver-white muscles, and put it into a fighting posture.

"My stand-in is as strong as me in melee combat." Carlson stood behind Meg, looking at his back, "Rather than dealing with me as a villain, it's better to save yourself a corpse. "

He was expelled from the French army at an early age because of his lack of conviction.

Believing in the spiritual encouragement given by his superiors to his subordinates, Carlson often gives faith to others, but he has nothing.

"You are different from us," Meg seems to be telling a long story. "I always admire Korné (the notorious BIG). He is not very talkative. The avatar told him from the day he existed, only Only death can make the avatar appear."

"I think double messengers are often lonely, and STANDBYME is derived from loneliness. This is my initial understanding of doubles."

The loneliness of the stand-in messenger is too dull and strong. If possible, some people may exchange seventeen years of loneliness for fifty days of friendship. This is the loneliness of the stand-in messenger.

"Carlson, can you understand?" Meg turned to look at him.

"I don't understand. I was shot by an arrow a year ago and became a stand-in. I don't understand what you are born with."

Meg chuckled lightly, and then said, "Then you can try it too."

—【Weight black hole·darkest moment】

As soon as Meg's voice fell, a strong babble filled with his avatar as the center, the pilgrims began to wake up, and the dead began to sing—

The whole world began to darken, as if an ancient **** stared at the world.

His stand-in [weight black hole·darkest moment] began to use invisible power, just like the old city lord of Lalaije, sleeping on the bottom of the sea, giving the world the strongest mental attack.

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The second one is 3000 words, um, there is more.

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ps: As for the way of description, this character has nothing to do with Cthulhu. Don't get me wrong. I told the story of simple JOJO, don’t get me wrong