Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 81 Joe Colat
Soon after.

Somewhere in Naples, Diablo made a call with a stern look:
"Demolition team, I have a task for you:"

"Go to the Serjerita neighborhood on the coast of the Palermo port and blow that place up."

"Yes, boss!"

"Our blasting team promises to complete the task!"

"However, boss, can you tell me more about the specific mission objectives?"

"Didn't I say it, the Serreita neighborhood in the port of Palermo?"

"and then?"

"Which street and building in the Serreita neighborhood is the target of this mission?"

"No, idiot!"

Diablo's voice was slightly out of control.

He tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and growled in that oppressive voice:

"Don't make me say it a third time—I want you to blow up not a building, but a block, a whole block!"

"Give me all the explosives I can use and burn that entire block to the ground!"

"."

The little brother on the other end of the phone was already frightened by this crazy order:
"Blow up, blow up a whole block?"

"Boss, isn't this too much? It won't be able to suppress the incident if it gets too big!"

"I think"

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think!"

"I don't care what you think, today, today I will see the news that that block has completely disappeared on the headlines of the evening news!"

The younger brother in the blasting team didn't even have time to say anything, and Diablo hung up the phone in annoyance.

He clutched the phone tightly, a lingering murderous intent appeared in his yellow and green pupils:
"Damn it. It's so hateful!"

"Melancholy Blues. Why is there such a terrible double in the world!"

Melancholic blues, only need two elements of time and place to restore the past.

What Diablo hates most and is most sensitive is that someone can probe into his past.

Thinking of Melancholic Blues as a stand-in, Diablo felt like a little girl with too short skirts, and felt that someone was sneakily staring at his private parts wherever he went.

and worse
After follow-up personnel arrived at the scene, only Fernando's body was found.

He saw that he died of some kind of murderous virus, and there happened to be a substitute messenger in Bugarati's team who could release the murderous virus.

And Diablo couldn't help but call Bugarati directly to inquire about the situation, but no one answered.

There are various indications that Apache is very likely, no, the entire Bugarati team is suspected of betraying the organization.

"Apache Lee Ching"

"One of them knows my substitute ability, and the other has the ability to go back in time to detect my real body."

"If they actually come together."

"Even if I can erase all the traces of my appearance in Palermo Harbor in the morning, I will definitely not be able to erase all the traces of my past, present, and future. They will definitely find loopholes!"

Of course, putting aside these things, what Diablo cares most about is the simple but heavy word "fate":
"Is such a coincidence really such a coincidence?"

"In this short day, first a cockroach appeared that could only know my ability to stand in and survive, and then a bug that could spy on other people's past appeared."

With a stiff face, he calculated the inexplicably inflated combat power of the enemy:
"There's Bugarati, Fugo, Naranca, that Mista who dared to call and humiliate me. And that little blond kid who once appeared with Li Qing on Mount Vesuvius."

"Li Qing's power is getting stronger and stronger!"

"And the man who brought them together."

"It's me, Diablo!"

Diablo felt like a fly that had fallen into a spider web. The harder he struggled, the tighter and tighter he was entangled in the web:
"If I hadn't seen that damned rock, I wouldn't have been careful enough to call on the power of the underworld."

"If I don't use the power of the lower-level organization, Bugarati and the others won't be able to meet Li Qing."

"Fate, is this fate?"

Although he still doesn't know the real result of Bugarati and others' pursuit of Li Qing, he has already instinctively sensed that the next situation may be extremely bad.

"Damn!!"

"This damned fate, is it really not on my side?"

Diablo, who was entangled in fear and anger, really wanted to rush to Li Qing now and solve this serious problem at once.

But reason told him that he couldn't be so impulsive.

after all
The Melancholy Blues ability is just too much trouble.

If he did not have the certainty of victory and made a rash move, then his true face would be directly exposed to the opponent because of his recklessness.

In this way, the enemy can just replay the battle screen directly, saving even the time spent looking for traces of his past.

"calm."

"Observe the situation first and then judge calmly. This is the correct approach."

Diablo tried his best to adjust his mentality, but unknowingly squeezed the solid Nokia with a shocking crack.

And just when this unlucky mobile phone was about to be scrapped, a sudden ringtone saved it in time.

"Hello?"

Diablo connected the phone, and soon there was an annoying voice on the other end of the phone.

This voice is full of excitement, excitement, and joy, but there is no respect and awe for Diablo, the powerful boss:

"Boss, is it the boss?"

"I have noticed your order!"

"Although the journey is a bit long, the time is also a bit tight."

"But in order to help my dear boss solve the difficulties, Sai Ke and I worked tirelessly to come here by helicopter"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The voice is getting more and more disgusting:

"How is it, boss?"

"For the sake of my loyalty, Chocolat, will you let me let go and kill people this time?"

"."

Diablo was silent for a while:
Chocolat, one of his pro-guards.

It is no exaggeration to say that this guy is the existence with the strongest "business" ability in his personal guard.

However, Chocolat is a bloodthirsty lunatic with homicide habits, and he is a biological garbage that even the "crumb boss" Diablo despises.

Diablo at least kills for a purpose, but Chocrat kills just for fun.

Of course it is a good thing that dogs can bite people.

But if the dog bites people madly, the owner will be very unhappy.

"Damn it! Why did this mad dog come here?"

Diablo thought unhappily:
"This is a densely populated city."

"If this mad dog is released to bite people casually, I don't know how much effort I will have to wipe his ass afterwards!"

He thought so, and then responded with a cold tone:
"Jocolat, I don't need you here."

"Where did you come from and go back to?"

"and many more."

Diablo was about to drive away Chocolat, who was so devoted to killing, but suddenly changed his mind halfway through the sentence:
He even bombed the port of Palermo to cover his tracks.
It seems nothing to destroy another Naples.

"You'd better stay."

Diablo ordered in a very dangerous tone.

"Oh?" The voice on the other end of the phone was so excited that it almost distorted: "Can you let go of killing?"

"can."

There were too many lice and he was not afraid of biting, so Diablo let the mad dog out.

"Just right."

Mista, Apache, Bugarati, Fugo, Naranja, Li Qing, the unknown blond kid.
This series of names flashed through his mind: "There are too many guys looking for death."

(End of this chapter)