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More than ten seconds have passed since Fabiel fired the shot and the current stalemate between the two seriously injured people.

Fabiel waited, waiting for Borbo to die from his wounds, to relieve the threat of Black Sabbath.

Polpo was also waiting, and the opportunity he was waiting for had arrived.

In this prison, the prison guards who bowed their knees under the influence of gangs are obviously not professional models of dedication, but they are not so indifferent to the shootings in their own territory.

A dozen seconds was enough for the prison guard closest to the cell to rush to the scene with a flashlight.

Hearing the approaching footsteps and scolding, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the dying Polbo.

As an old-school Yangko, he has accepted the reality that he is about to die. At this time, the only sustenance in his heart is to complete revenge by himself.

Once the prison guards enter this narrow single room, whether it is the phantom reflections of their bodies under the lights, or the prison guards' habitual actions-illuminating the suspects with flashlights, will set the stage for Black Sabbath to appear.

An obsession stuck in the throat of Boerbo who might die at any time, he would not close his eyes easily when he personally manipulated his double to complete the revenge and witnessed the moment when the enemy who killed him died.

Fabier also realized this point: the opponent's breath was hanging, if he couldn't prevent the prison guards from entering this single room, he would be the one who died next.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and the black Sabbath in the light and shadow not far away was already eager to try. Fabier was quick to think, supporting his lungs that were suffering from multiple fractures, and using the most arrogant tone he could imagine, towards the He shouted angrily outside the door: "This is an internal matter of 'Enthusiasm', you don't need to worry about it!"

Sure enough, the footsteps outside the door stopped, and the prison guards did not dare to shout loudly anymore.

For them, the word "enthusiasm" is more effective than their immediate superiors. The more arrogant Fabiel's tone is, the less he treats them as human beings, the more in line with the consistent style of the "enthusiasm" organization.

For a while, the prison guards didn't dare to open the door, and Fabiel breathed a sigh of relief.

Now Bo Erbo is in a hurry: I have sacrificed half my life for the organization and sent countless substitute messengers. Is it possible that I will be cheated by the signboard of "enthusiasm" today?

With the desire for revenge, he also braced his weak body and shouted in the most concise words: "He...fake! I...dead...you are all...boss..."

That's what gangsters really have to do: menace, and that's why ordinary people, even white people, fear them.

Polpo was by no means a pretended near-death statement, reminding the prison guards of one thing: Compared with the fresh face of the self-proclaimed "passionate" member, he is the real core cadre of the organization, the most trusted by the "boss". One of his men.

Ordinary enthusiasm group members are already terrifying, but the "boss" at the apex of the organization is known throughout Italy for its mystery and cruelty.

Bolbo's threat is simple: the boss will not sit idly by when I die.

The facts are indeed true, the intelligence network of the organization is pervasive in Italy, if Polpo dies in this prison, the prison guards dare not intervene, and the boss's slight anger will be a horror that everyone present can't bear .

In addition, although Fabiel's tone was indeed very successful in imitating, but Bolbo has been given special treatment by these prison guards for a long time as if he was serving the emperor. Prison guards are more inclined to obey his orders and threats.

Without the slightest hesitation, the heavily armed prison guards pushed open the door of the cell, and the situation changed accordingly.

Polpo showed a happy smile, while Fabier was almost desperate—after the door of the single room was opened, the light source from the outside was also brought in, and an elongated human figure and a square projection appeared in Fabier's line of sight .

And these shadows will bring him a fatal crisis.

Wait...square?

There was a glimmer of hope in Fabiel's eyes.

He saw clearly the square object that appeared in front of his eyes as the prison guards broke through the door—the riot shield in the hands of the prison guards.

This kind of props that can suppress prisoners in advance and defend against stray bullets or unidentified projectiles in retreat has always been the usual equipment for police officers to perform dangerous tasks.

They were attracted by the sound of gunfire, so it was only natural that they held up their shields to open the way.

However, there is no time for Fabiel to think about a careful strategy right now, he can already see the outline of Black Sabbath gradually taking shape under a certain shadow.

So Fabiel decided to take a risk, shouted decisively, and rushed towards the oldest prison guard with open arms.

This move of his made Bo Bo a little puzzled: "Is this guy crazy because of despair? Do you really think that the police dare not shoot?"

But in fact, Fabiel also had his own considerations in the choice he made between the flashes: he opened his arms to show that he was not carrying a gun.

The reason why I chose to rush to the elderly prison guards is because the middle-aged people, old and young, are more calm and fearful of gangs, so they dare not shoot at themselves who may have gang backgrounds.

Unable to shoot, faced with the menacing overthrow of him, the old prison guard chose the self-defense method: push the shield in his hand forward like a conditioned reflex, and squeeze the prisoner to the corner to control him.

And the seemingly "aggressive suspect" did not show any resistance to the prison guard's violent methods, and was even backed back again and again, allowing the prison guard to slap himself on the wall.

This picture is a bit funny: the prison guard hits the prisoner hard with a shield, and completes the uniform after the collision of power, which will make people feel a sense of violent aesthetics.

And one side pushes forward and the other side retreats, like a third-rate martial arts drama fighting scene is as exaggerated.

However, the superimposition in the same direction greatly shortened the time for Fabir to be shot on the wall, so much so that Black Sabbath's punch that was going to kill him fell through.

"Do you think you can escape like this? You have nowhere to go!"

Polpo's killing intent had reached its peak, and Black Sabbath kept moving through the shadows, and soon appeared under the shield that was suppressing Fabiel, ready to complete a fatal blow.

However, there was nothing behind the shield, so that the old prison guard almost slipped due to the sudden disappearance of the weight, and looked at the empty wall in front of him in confusion.

"how can that be?"

Polpo's eyes widened, and after half his salary, he finally stopped breathing under extreme disbelief and resentment.

As Fabier was teleported away by the "History of Time", this singularity was fixed in Bugarati's life trajectory. On the day of participating in the entrance examination of the "Enthusiasm" organization, Polpo was killed by a mysterious person in prison. Assassinated and died, he missed the opportunity to become a stand-in messenger.

054. Bench duo

No matter how long you spend in the singularity, it doesn't affect the flow of time in the real world.

As time and space passed, Fabiel returned to the office at the spw headquarters.

Although he experienced many twists and turns in the singularity, and even brushed shoulders with death several times, his final gamble succeeded.

Fabiel was really betting on whether the other young prison guards would shoot in a flash of their brains, or that the shield would not clip itself to the wall.

But the result is obvious, he returned to the real world alive - although he has added a whole body of injuries, and the opponent's loss is even more serious: Buccarati has lost his substitute.

Having just gone through a thrilling life-and-death fight, and suddenly being thrown into another life-and-death battle that has already begun, is enough to make most people feel in a trance.

But Fabiel quickly began to observe the situation on the field with his iron will.

Mista was shot and fell to the ground, and Giorno was saving his life by relying on the ability of golden experience;

Naranja, who has been brainwashed by himself, is still ready to continue killing, but Apache is stopping him;

Fugo and Bugarati, who had become paper figures, were unable to move, and both lost their substitutes—especially the steel chain fingers that might have saved the team.

"This is the end!"

Fabiel raised his pistol with peace of mind - now there is no need to worry that another double-A stand-in will come out and intercept his bullets.

But he still underestimated someone's frankness.

"What do you want to use...that gun for? I'm...not dead yet!"

Mista, who was shot several times from behind by Aerosmith, was so injured that he couldn't even get up, but under Giorno's emergency rescue, he still tightly held the revolver in his hand.

For him, the posture and angle are not important, as long as the shooting action can be completed, the bullet will complete the search for the enemy by itself.

"Okay, I'm not going to shoot."

Fabiel said helplessly.

The gun in Mista's hand and the gun in his hand form a mutual strategic threat: if Fabiel shoots first, 100% will be intercepted by Sexy Pistol.

And if Mista aimed at Fabier first and shot, Li Speed ​​Double A's years and history books would at least have a chance to intercept that bullet, and then Fabier could wait for the opportunity to shoot.

Therefore, for both parties, it is not a wise choice to shoot first, and they have fallen into a stalemate.

But at the same time, Giorno is treating Mista urgently. If he finishes this work, the combat power ratio will change to: Giorno with full blood, and Giorno with half blood but extremely thick blood Mista, who is fighting against the remaining blood, and Van Meer, who is useless in frontal battles.

The time required for emergency treatment is not long. The Golden Experience has already filled in the bullet holes behind Mista with a super painful technique, at least to ensure that the combat effectiveness will not be affected by the continuous blood loss.

Mista gradually regained his strength after screaming like ghosts. The most important thing is that every member of the Bugarati team has practiced the basic ripple breathing method. In addition to the substitute, the physique and combat effectiveness of the main body are also far beyond ordinary people. Together, the bench duo is enough to win this battle.

But Fabier still held his pistol as motionless as a mountain, and did not order the history books to launch an attack, maintaining strategic deterrence confidently.

His eyes have been fixed on the two people farther away: the tension between Apache and Nalanga.

Although Melancholy Blues has no fighting power, Apache's fighting level is far higher than that of Nalanja, and he is more focused on practicing Ripple Qigong. He quickly firmly restrained Nalanja's hands and feet, and locked him in front of him , making Aerosmith unable to aim.

"Hey, Naranja, there should be a limit to bad brains! Or are you being controlled by the enemy's ability?"

Apache yelled at Naranja while forcing the man to lock him up.

"I'm sorry...but I have reasons to have to..."

Naranja argued with tears in his eyes.

He still retains most of the memories of the Bugarati team, but the most critical memory - who reached out to help him when he was most helpless, was secretly modified, so in Nalanga's current thinking: the team Members are friends, but Fabiel is the most important benefactor.

In addition, Fabiel modified Naranja's memory before this battle. He had sufficient energy and double energy, and he fabricated that he was as important to Naranja as a mountain, and the Bugarati team was just a singularity that met by chance.

Driven by this memory, Naranja will definitely choose to stand by him and do everything possible to contribute to Fabiel's victory - including the fact that he is now locked up by Apache.

In order to avoid being shot by Aerosmith, Apache pressed his back against the wall, and the walls of this office were covered with various murals.

"Giotto", who had been hiding until now, finally stretched out his claws. After Apache roared unwillingly, his body also turned into a powerless paper man.

This is the chance Fabiel was waiting for.

"You did a good job!"

He still held his gun motionless, maintaining strategic deterrence.

Apache is caught between Naranja and the wall at this moment, which logically satisfies the activation conditions of the Time History Book, but Fabiel is not interested in sneaking into Apache's memory.

There are three reasons: firstly, due to the battle with Bolbo, his spirit and double energy have been extremely weak;

Then Melancholic Blues itself is not strong enough to fight, so there is no need to get rid of it like Purple Smoke and Steel Chain Finger;

The most important thing is: he only needs to stand still and maintain a deterrent to Mista and Giorno, and Apache will bring him victory, so there is no need to waste excess energy.

Naranja pushed Apaki's thin body away and walked towards the duo on the bench.

"Naranga, I promise, if you take another step forward, my bullet will hit your heart first, and I will not show mercy this time!"

Mista growled.

But he is also very clear: once he chooses to shoot, Fabir on the opposite side will also shoot, and the history book can also attack him and Giorno without worrying about the body.

Naranja also understood that Mista's threat was serious, but the false memory of "Fabir treated me as much as a mountain" kept appearing in his heart, and his expression was extremely distorted and painful.

Fabir stared closely at the reactions of Naranja and Mista: If it was an ordinary villain with a bad taste, he might be happy because of the enemies he caused, but Fabir is the president of another world, and he only has his own goals in his eyes , and enemies that should be eliminated.

He was just looking forward to Naranja's choice, and when Mista would show his weakness, so that he could choose the timing to shoot.

In the end, Naranga did not disappoint Fabiel.

In the entanglement of eager to repay Fabiel and sorry for his friends, he raised his feet and prepared to make a choice to take a step forward.

"In this way, Mista will kill me, the guy who betrayed my friend, and Fabir will do it next, which can be regarded as the completion of my gratitude to him. I don't need to witness my friend die. This is the best ending..."

This is Naranja's mood at the moment, in a dead end where every road leads to pain, choose the one with the least pain.

However, he couldn't take this step.

It's like being papered and unable to move, but the body has not become Two-dimensional.

Just now, Naranja and Fabir had been guarding against Mista's bullets, but ignored Giorno, a ruthless character who originally had the fate of the protagonist.

At this moment, his shadow spread far and wide in two directions—by practicing Ripple Qigong, Giorno's shadow imitation technique has been able to control multiple objects.

One of them controlled Naranja, while the other stretched out to the feet of Fabir who dared not move.

The only moving eyeball in Fabier's whole body turned downwards, only then did he realize that he had just escaped from the shadow of Black Sabbath, and was once again caught in the shadow's path!

055. Two Cups of Poisoned Wine

Fabier Valentine was a cautious man who had just survived from Black Sabbath and had seen the ability of shadow imitation in Naranja's memory, so it was logically unlikely that he would step into the same river.

But it is still impossible for him to avoid this trick: Compared with the shadow imitation technique, which has no direct lethality, Mista's sexy pistol is a more obvious threat.

Undoubtedly, if it was a one-on-one spear duel, neither Fabir nor Naranja would be Mista's opponent.

Therefore, Fabiel must be absolutely focused on keeping the gun aimed at Giorno and Mista, in order to put Mista in a dilemma of choice and form the previous victory.

In addition, after ripple training, the speed and timing of Giorno's release of the shadow imitation can be described as just right. He caught the gap where Fabir's attention was completely attracted by the stalemate between Mista and Naranca, and he completed it almost instantly. The capture of shadows.

As for Fabiel, who was injured in many places, his body and will were at the end of his battle. Even if he knew the ability of shadow imitation in advance, he had to accept another dilemma: Do you want to guard against Giorno or Mista?

Just like choosing between two cups of poison, Fabiel chose the one that was less toxic and would not kill him in the first place, so he is now in a predicament of not being able to move.

But a stand-in messenger like him can often make the most correct choice in a difficult situation the next moment after being deflated.

Although the body could not move, Fabiel’s thoughts quickly completed the command of the “History of the Years”. The long-eared humanoid stand-in stretched out a palm that was almost exactly the same as that of ordinary humans, ready to take over the pistol in Fabir’s hand and complete the shooting instead of the stand-in envoy. Actions.

The target of the shooting was Mista.