Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 417 [World]’s ability is to control the stairs (Part )
Seeing the presence of the figure, Gin fired three shots without hesitation.

Smashing Varudo——

Although the panel of [World] itself is not enough to capture bullets with bare hands like 5A Platinum Star, as long as it is opened and stopped in time, the bullets will stay in front of you.

The golden stand-in emerged, stretched out his hand and flicked the bullet in mid-air, flicking the first warhead to the second warhead. After that, the second warhead would collide with the third warhead, just like shooting. Like billiards.

Time resumed flowing, and the collision between the bullets produced a small light. One of the bullets fell on the stairs and rolled to Gin's feet.

"Who..." Even as he looked up at his opponent, Gin hid his eyes in the shadows of his bangs and hat brim. What happened at that moment was beyond his comprehension.

Martin maintained the same enchanting posture as before Shi Zhan, with his hands on his hips and his hips slightly twisted. Rolling white mist emerged from around his feet, flowed down the steps step by step, and then dissipated in the air, as if there was a piece of dry ice behind him.

In fact, behind Martin, he used the vampire's [Vaporization Freezing Method] to create these cold water mist, and then Conan, with dead fish eyes, was holding a small fan to fan the water mist toward the bottom of the stairs.

Martin raised his hand and clapped softly: "Long time no see, Mr. Jin."

Gin immediately remembered the person who would call him that. He didn't know his name, so he only had one nickname for him: "——Fake."

He has the same disguise skills as Belmod. He has disguised himself, a fortune teller, and vodka. Not only is his combat power comparable to his own, but he also has strange abilities.

Gin's dynamic vision was not good enough to see the collision between the bullets just now. He only knew that the bullet he had just shot, which could definitely hit the opponent, failed.

So he stopped walking up the steps and stood there facing Martin.

"Gin, I actually admire you very much." Martin said slowly: "You are a very capable person. Even though you are surrounded by trash and undercover agents, you have used your hard work to support your organization."

"So, I give you a chance to abandon that organization full of waste and work for me. As long as you step back two steps, I will be merciful and take you under my command. On the other hand, if you want to die, then Just step forward and climb the steps.”

In response, Gin sneered: "Humph, what are you thinking about, saying things you don't know...go to hell!" He took a step forward with courage.

But the distance between him and Martin was more distant than getting closer.

"Brother?" Vodka made an incredulous voice.

"Hmm~ Really? Gin, you'd better go on." Martin, who just stopped using the world to move him down, crossed his arms and said: "It seems that you have made a decision and are willing to be mine." Partner?"

How is that possible? What nonsense are you talking about! Gin looked down and his pupils suddenly narrowed.

I should have taken a step forward and stepped on the third step, but now I took a step back, with one foot on the first step and the other foot still on the jogging platform!

Gin took two steps towards Martin again, but when his feet landed on the ground, he found that he was still only stepping on the first step.

How is this going! I did take a step up...

He kicked the big detective with his right hind leg, indicating that he could make the final effort. Martin looked at Gin and continued: "What's wrong? You seem to be shaken, Gin? Could it be that you already feel your affection for me?" Are you afraid?"

"Or are you thinking that you must climb the stairs, but because you agreed with my words from the bottom of your heart and wanted to get away from the waste and traitors around you, did you subconsciously retreat?" I... really want to Betrayal? Gin's pupils trembled, and he began to question his own heart.

impossible! Absolutely impossible!
It was a pointless move to forcefully approach the opponent, but Gin now needed this thoughtless move to strengthen his heart.

Gin fired a shot at Martin and at the same time took a step upwards, hoping to use the bullet to interfere with the opponent's opportunity to do anything.

Time stops.

In addition to letting the world deflect bullets and move people, Martin himself moved.

In the still time, no one can observe you except yourself, not even the 'clothing anchor' on your collar. As long as you think about it without paying attention to your own appearance, you will become DIO. After absorbing Joseph's blood, he enters his "high" form, with his hair standing up, his coat disappearing, and green lip gloss.

What's more important is that stopping time feels a lot easier. It used to be that I could only stop for more than four seconds, and it was very difficult to hold on to five seconds. Now I feel difficult after about eight seconds, and the limit is nine seconds.

There is a lot to do this time, and five seconds is still too short.

[World] went to carry Gin down the stairs, while Martin walked towards Vodka who was standing stupidly behind Gin, and pulled out a hair of his own as he walked.

In his hand, the golden hair began to twist strangely, turning into a twisted mass of flesh with tentacles, looking like a small octopus and a spider.

Granulation is a way for vampires to forcibly instill their will into humans and control them. If all of their subordinates are implanted with granulation, they can effectively prevent their own power from turning into a black organization that some traitor has become.

Martin drilled the bud into the top of Vodka's head, then returned to his original position.

"Nine seconds passed - time resumed its flow."

Gin's feet landed on the ground, and he found that he was still standing on the first step at the bottom, and the bullet fired at the counterfeit hit the side wall instead.

What on earth is going on? magic? Illusion? Hypnosis? Had I been poisoned with a neurotoxin at some point?

Gin carefully checked his breathing and the thirst of his mouth and tongue, and with clear thinking, he roughly judged that he had not ingested hallucinogens.

Am I subconsciously disgusted with these people and want to betray the organization and that gentleman? This, how is this possible! All I want is to achieve the goals of the organization...

"Impossible! The organization's goal is..."

"Immortal! Immortal!" Martin opened his arms: "Even Sidan is afraid of me!"

Suddenly, the light of a flashlight hit Martin from behind, outlining his figure so divinely.

"Sir, what are you doing here?"

asked the patrolman holding a flashlight standing behind Martin.

(End of this chapter)