Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 85 Never Surrender
"Manipulate the direction?!"

This concept is difficult to understand, but Mista has already had personal experience:
Whether it is a bullet with substance, or "force" without substance.
The moment it touched Victor's body, all the attacks were redirected under the guidance of the red arrow.

The bullet can turn 180 degrees and return to the original path, and the invisible force that bombarded forward directly bounced back to Mista himself without reservation.

The action force is bounced back intact, plus the already existing reaction force, the superposition of the two is double the happiness.

Not only did Mista's punch not cause any damage to the enemy, but it made his own arm numb.

"It hurts"

He gritted his teeth in pain, and staggered back:

"Is this a joke?"

"Bullets are useless, fists are useless, all external attacks will be redirected by him, isn't this guy invincible!!"

"No, No, No!"

Victor shook his head "modestly":

"There is no invincible substitute ability in the world."

"If it's your companion, that Fugo who can release a murderous virus, that Bugarati who can open a zipper, I will feel very headache when I meet them."

"But. Hahahaha."

He couldn't help laughing wildly:

"God really cares for me."

"A big fish came to the door by itself, and the stand-in ability is purely physical attack."

"Physical attack. It's useless to me!"

As he said that, Victor clenched his fists and approached aggressively:

"bring it on!"

"Show your fists, let's have a good fight!"

"Hit the hell!"

Mista continued to back up with a pale face.

"If you can't win, you can't win at all!"

"His ability is basically invincible to me. How could I win such a monster that can control the direction and is immune to attack?"

Looking at Victor who was approaching like a cat playing with a mouse, he was as frightened as when he was facing the piece of meat, his mind went blank.

But the enemy will not show mercy just because he loses his will to fight.

When Mista retreated in a panic, Victor had already trotted for help, pulled away his pace suddenly, gathered all the strength in his body and punched him suddenly.

"Mista, Mista!"

The six stand-ins surrounded Mista's ears, shouting anxiously:

"Cheer up, cheer up and fight!"

Their voices were extremely urgent, but Mista was already paralyzed with fear.

Facing Victor's full-strength fist, he first screamed in panic, and then subconsciously blocked the fist.

"Yo ho."

"How dare you fight back?"

The corner of Victor's mouth twitched disdainfully, and an arrow suddenly protruded from the fist that collided with Mista's arm.

"what!!"

A wisp of scarlet blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of Mista's mouth.

The reaction force, the force of the rebound, and Victor's fist strength, the three of them condensed into one body and showed their power at the same time, blowing Mista's whole body upside down.

"cut"

Looking at Mista who collapsed on the ground with panic eyes, Victor's expression became more and more disdainful:

"Such a low-level mistake can be made."

"Hey, are you really Gedo Mista, whose head is worth the throne of a cadre?"

"If you kill the wrong person, then my uncle's feelings will be wasted!"

"I"

Mista clutched the arm that was about to break, and a deep sense of shame suddenly surged in his heart:
"It's like this again, and my brain is blank again!"

"Damn!"

He bit his lips tightly, almost biting his lips until they bleed:

"You clearly yelled that you would never give in, but your body surrendered so cleanly!"

"Am I really that sad?"

"No"

"not like this!"

A blazing flame ignited in Mista's eyes:

"I, Gedo Mista, shouldn't be such a coward!"

"Even the Frenchman, who has been ridiculed until now, resisted for a full 42 days before surrendering to the enemy during World War II—"

"If I surrender faster than this kind of laughing stock, I will become a piece of shit that is not as good as a pig or a dog!"

At this moment, Mista finally understood:
What he is facing now is a battle of life and death.

Surrender is useless, compromise is useless, panic is useless, cowardice is useless, bad guys will not find out their consciences, and enemies will not put down their butcher knives.

If you give up resistance, you will end up being ridiculed by people stepping on the dead body.

"Think of a way, think of a way to fight back!"

"Even if the final result is still a failure, I will tear off a piece of flesh from this guy before I die!"

On the edge of life and death, Mista finally awakened a belief.

He is no longer a naive boy who can only rush his blood, but an iron-blooded tough guy with an unyielding will.

He began to learn to overcome fear, learn to keep calm, learn to observe the environment, and learn to grit his teeth and fight back.

finally.
At the moment of life and death that Victor is about to approach again, Mista's eyes finally flashed a gleam of light:
"Sexy Pistol!"

"No.7 stays on defense, and everyone else attacks!"

He finally no longer relied on the protection and teaching of the substitute, but took the initiative to command the substitute to launch an attack.

"Yes!"

The morale of the six little guys was boosted, and they followed the order to gather towards the muzzle of the revolver.

And Mista suddenly raised his revolver, facing Victor who was charging straight ahead, and quickly fired a full five shots.

Five bullets roared from the blazing fire.

From No.1 to No.6, each of the five stand-ins rode a bullet, and rode these bullets roaring out.

They seemed to be brave and skilled knights, allowing the bullets to change their flight trajectories wantonly under their reins, and draw five beautiful and complicated arcs in the air.

"Oh?"

Victor stopped in his tracks and focused on the bullets:

"I see."

"Let the stand-in ride directly on the bullet and manipulate it in real time, and attack me at the same time with five bullets with unpredictable trajectories."

"Do you want to increase the difficulty of my reaction, so that I have no time to activate the substitute ability?"

"ridiculous!"

"If you can't even deal with the continuous firing of bullets, how can this uncle survive till now!"

Victor smiled with disdain in his heart, but there was no contempt in his eyes.

He just concentrated on observing the movement of those bullets, and mobilized his substitute ability to protect himself:

The first shot hit the temple.

reflection!

The second shot locked the heart.

Turn around!

The third hair, throat artery.

Bounce!

The fourth hair, forehead eyebrows.

Red beacon, flick to his eyes for me!
Almost at the same time, a total of four bullets bombarded Victor one after another, but the direction was easily manipulated by the red arrow that appeared later.

They all blasted back at Mista without exception.

Fortunately, the stand-ins had been riding on these bullets, but it was a pity that they continued to fine-tune the ballistics, so that Mista was not sieved by this round of bullet reflections.

"Four rounds have been resolved"

"So, where's the fifth bullet?"

Victor concentrated and carefully observed everything around him.

At this time, there was a clear disturbance of air waves from behind him.

"Hehe.. The fifth bullet made a big bend in the air, trying to bombard it from behind where my eyes can't see?"

"It's useless!"

"I have had an 'instinct' to deal with attacks since I awakened my ability, no matter which angle you attack from, I can detect it!"

Victor thought so in his heart, and he still swooped in from the object behind him without dodging.

As soon as it touched his skin, he would use the "invincible" red beacon to flick it away.

However.
When the object behind him really touched his body, Victor suddenly heard an unpleasant sound:

"Beep beep beep beep beep."

"This is?!"

Victor's face froze.

Only then did he suddenly realize that what hit his back was not a bullet, but a cable hanging from the ceiling.

The first four bullets covered the trail of the fifth bullet.

And the purpose of the fifth bullet was not to attack his body from the beginning, but to completely cut off the half-broken cable.

"Victor."

"You said that your stand-in ability is to control the direction of the "external attack", right? "

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

"Although I dropped out of junior high school, I also know that the essence of electricity is the directional flow of electrons."

"The high-voltage electric field will be formed at the speed of light the moment you get an electric shock, and the conductive particles in the human body will instantly form an electric current under the action of the electric field force. "

"In other words."

The cables on Victor's back were emitting dazzling blue and white lights, but the light in Mista's eyes was brighter than it:

"Electric shock is not an "external attack" at all, and you can't change the direction of the "things inside"! "

(End of this chapter)