Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 34 This Is Destiny

Diablo was furious.

No matter who it is, suddenly hearing a "fortune teller" yelling that he will "be bloody within three days", he will definitely not be in a good mood.

And what Diablo was really angry about was: Although he didn't want to admit it, he really believed Skribe's nonsense about "fate".

Because he has always been a man who believes in fate.

More than ten years ago, when Diablo was just an ordinary serial killer, he once met a fortune-teller named Granny Enya in Egypt, and got a prediction, a paragraph from her. Prophecy:

"You will become an emperor hiding in the darkness."

"Light and darkness, outside and inside, as long as this secret exists for a day, the death of others will continue to bring you happiness and your glory will never fade."

This prediction apparently came true.

Diablo has always been careful to hide his true identity, following the trajectory engraved by fate, enjoying the inexhaustible glory in the dark.

But now.
According to the mysterious stand-in messenger, he seems to have become an outcast of fate.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Diablo roared in a low voice:

"I don't believe it. You must be talking nonsense, trying to interfere with my mind!"

"Does it make sense?"

Scribe sighed softly: "We are all but slaves of fate."

"Whether you resist or don't believe it, it's useless."

"Instead of deluding yourself, it is better to accept your fate, touch the "rolling stone" and let it bring you a painless death. "

Although Scribe is now forced to turn his back to him, Diablo can still make up his eyes——

It must have been the look of a dying man, with a disgusting pity in it.

"Bastard!"

"How can my fate, Diablo, be judged by a small stone?"

He gritted his teeth tightly, and actually ordered the Scarlet King to lift up Scrippy, and then threw him heavily on the ground as if venting his hatred.

Finally, Diablo stepped on Scribe's neck:
"Is it the Stone of Destiny?"

"Then let me ask. Since you believe so much in the prophecy of this stone, did this stone tell you?"

"Are you going to die today?!"

"Of course." Scripps snorted softly.

Even though his neck was trampled on violently at this moment, and his cheeks were rubbed against the ground to bleed, he still behaved so calmly, as calmly as a dead person who hadn't breathed.

Scribe didn't even struggle, but said calmly:

"About eight o'clock this morning, the "Rolling Stone" suddenly changed. It carved out my death shape! "

"Not only do I know I'm going to die, I also know how I'm going to die—"

"I would be shot through the heart and die of excessive blood loss."

"."

Diablo didn't know what to say when he met this kind of guy who was not afraid of death, but still regarded himself as a dead person.

And Na Scribe went on to say:
"I knew I was destined to die, but I managed to refuse the Rolling Stones' euthanasia. "

"Because at that time, "Rolling Stone" not only sculpted my dead face, but also had a reaction to another person, that is, your fate. "

"I think."

"There must be something that connected me with your fate."

"So I didn't die immediately, but followed the position of "Rolling Stone" to find you, the man who was sentenced to death with me by fate. "

"However... I never thought that our 'connection' would be like this."

He smiled bitterly, but muttered to himself in a spirited way:

"If I hadn't come to you, I might not have died."

"But with my character, I will definitely come to you."

"Haha. Destiny, this is destiny!"

"Enough. Enough!"

Diablo couldn't listen anymore.

The shackle named 'fate' faintly suffocates him:

"I do not believe."

"The so-called fate, can't it be changed?!"

"That's right. Hahaha."

He suddenly laughed very badly:

"Didn't you say, Scribee, that the fate shown by The Rolling Stones is absolutely correct? "

"The way of death it indicates is that you were shot through the heart by a bullet, right?"

"Hahaha"

Diablo crouched down, and put his hands on Scribe's neck instead:

"Fate tells you to die at gunpoint, but suffocation, bludgeoning, piercing the chest, crushing the skull, cutting the vein, peeling the skin."

"I can think of a hundred ways to kill you!"

"come."

"Call out your 'Rolling Stone' and let it predict again and see which method I will use! "

"."

Enduring the huge force from his neck, Scribe struggled to choke out a sentence:
"Don't worry about it."

"No matter what you do, I'm going to die at gunpoint, the same fate that Rolling Stone showed. "

"wrong answer."

Diablo smiled coldly:
"It seems that your "Rolling Stone" is not as effective as you say. "

As soon as the words fell, he was ready to increase the strength in his hand and strangle that Scrippy to death.

But, at this moment.
"stop!"

"Do not move!"

At the intersection of the alley, two shouts suddenly sounded.

Those were two young policemen with live ammunition.

They received a report urgently and came here to investigate the taxi driver's murder.

From their point of view, Diablo is currently pinching an innocent citizen under his body, and is strangling the opponent's neck with murderous force.

"Stop!"

Two young policemen held guns in their hands, pointing at Diablo nervously from behind:

"Pink-haired guy."

"Get off that man!"

"Police? Damn it." Diablo didn't turn his head back: "Is it because I yelled twice in a gaffe just now, that's why I was attracted here?"

"Hey!"

The two young policemen behind them continued to yell:
"If we don't stop, we will shoot!"

"and many more."

One of the policemen suddenly noticed something:
"This guy with pink hair. Isn't this guy the madman who just killed the taxi driver and escaped?!"

"Open, shoot!"

After realizing that he was facing a perverted murderer, the young policeman immediately pulled the trigger out of control.

Amidst the gunpowder smoke, the bullet ejected from the chamber.

The popping bean-like gunshot also touched his colleague's tense nerves, causing another policeman to shoot subconsciously.

Boom!

Two bullets shot directly at Diablo's back at this short distance of three or four meters.

"Damn!"

Diablo didn't expect those two rookie cops to shoot so recklessly.

As the boss behind the umbrella of the bosses of these police bosses, he really wanted to fire these two rookies who seriously violated discipline with one phone call.

But now that the bullet is about to hit his back, Diablo has no time to think:

"The Crimson King!"

He had no choice but to instinctively activate the clock cut.

Diablo's body instantly became a nothingness independent of the timeline, and the bullet passed through his body without any achievements.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that the time-lapse state had not yet ended and everyone was acting unconsciously, he walked unhurriedly into the darker alley.

Eventually, the time-shaving process ends.

Diablo had completely disappeared from the eyes of the two policemen.

"Ugh?"

"What about people?!"

The faces of the two young policemen changed drastically at the same time: "W-how come?"

"The pink-haired man is gone!"

"Then where did our bullets go?"

The answer speaks for itself:

All the bullets they fired passed through Diablo's body, and hit Scrippy who was originally under his body.

Scribe's heart was pierced by a bullet from behind, blood gushed out like a spring, and it seemed impossible to survive.

"Ha ha."

"How can such a mortal weapon hurt me? I would like to thank you for helping to solve this."

Diablo in the distance instinctively felt a little complacent, and then
"and many more?!"

Diablo suddenly stopped walking away, and turned around with difficulty:

"He He."

"He was still killed by bullets?!"

In the pool of blood, Scrippy raised his head with difficulty with his last strength.

In his eyes that are gradually losing their luster, it is clearly written:

"Look, this is destiny."

(End of this chapter)