Konoha's strongest substitute user

To be honest, Dongxing was a little panicked.

No matter how strong you are, you can't build a layer of muscle on your internal organs. Regarding defense, whether it is the biological evolution of natural selection or the fortifications built by human wisdom, the core idea is to isolate danger. When the city wall cannot defend the enemy, street fighting is a helpless choice.

A shot fired from the body would really kill someone if it hit any key part.

Coincidentally, the zipper opens right on the side waist, near where the small intestine is. Leaving aside the relatively less lethal organs of the digestive system, this shot was fired directly upward and slightly to the left. The bullet should pass through the stomach, kidneys, liver, and heart. Due to the angle, it should avoid the lungs, and then pass through the chest cavity. Luck. If not, it may get stuck on the sternum. If the trajectory had been further to the left, the heart might have survived, but the liver, the other kidney and the lungs would have suffered a greater blow, and the final outcome would have been death.

This situation is really a bit fatal, Mista is not talking nonsense.

Who can resist a shot from the body? Dongxing can't stop it anyway, but a glimmer of hope is here.

This shot cannot be blocked at all, it can only be dodged.

No.5 is a crybaby and the most reliable of the six Sex Pistols stand-ins. In the small space that is only enough to accommodate No.5's movements, No.5 releases the bullet in his arms and raises his feet. Kicked hard at the back end of the bullet, the sharp front part of the bullet pointed directly at Dongxing's heart.

However, in No. 5's sight, his environment suddenly turned violently.

Just as he raised his foot to kick out the bullet, the zipper opening that was originally in front of him suddenly turned to the top of his head, which was exactly where the bullet flew out.

Taking advantage of the demonic flying effect, Dongxing quickly changed his body from a standing position to lying flat in the air. All the fatal points are basically in the direction of No. 5's head. This shot must be shot from above. As long as the zipper opening is pointed upward, the bullet will come out from wherever it comes.

The bullet was shot from the zipper opening, and only a Sex Pistol stand-in controlled the bullet. Once the bullet was fired, it could no longer be turned.

After losing the only threat, No. 5 has no deterrent effect even in Dongxing's body. Dongxing reached out directly, inserted two fingers through the zipper opening, and then pinched out No. 5.

Holding the struggling No. 5, Dongxing fiddled with the zipper pull tab with his other hand: "I don't feel anything. I thought the zipper was made out of a part of my body, but it turned out to be a creation out of thin air."

"Hey, release No. 5." Mista raised his gun in vain again at Dongxing. Even if he only needed it, the Sex Pistols could be resurrected even if they lost a few people. However, Mista was very affectionate towards his stand-in, so he couldn't help it. I wish they could die just once or twice.

"Oh, okay." Dongxing let go of his hand, letting No. 5 slip away from his hand, and returned to Mista: "Anyway, my goal is to knock you out, or send you directly to the ICU. There’s no need to get hung up on one or two stand-ins.”

This is the first time that Dong Xing has emphasized that he will beat the Bucciarati team until they are completely incapacitated. The essence of these words is actually an expression of goodwill. Dongxing's original intention is that in order to force Diavolo out, he must first eliminate his subordinates, and Dongxing is unwilling to kill the people of Bucciarati's team, so he repeatedly emphasize.

At first Bucciarati thought Dongxing was a lunatic, but now Bucciarati hesitated.

After fighting until now, Bucciarati has understood that this seemingly crazy guy is really powerful. Although Bucciarati still doesn't think the opponent can defeat the boss, the substitute who can easily suppress everyone on his side is indeed qualified to challenge the boss.

Bucciarati lowered his head and thought for a moment, Dongxing was not in a hurry to interrupt Bucciarati's thinking.

After thinking for a while, Bucciarati released the ability of the steel chain fingers to make the zipper on Dongxing's body disappear: "Let me ask... Do you really want to kill the Passion Organization, which is our organization? boss"

"Of course." Dongxing spread his hands and couldn't help but show an expression that you only knew: "I thought I made it clear enough. It's precisely because I want to find the one you buried deeper than the stupid groundhog. The boss, so I have to beat his guys down until he has no one available and has to go out personally.”

This can be regarded as having no right to speak without ability.

Dongxing has shown his ability, and Bucciarati has to seriously consider how to choose.

Bucciarati's loyalty to the Passionate Organization was not high, and the rest of Bucciarati's team only joined the organization because they followed Bucciarati. Bucciarati had a lot of dissatisfaction with the organization's behavior, especially drug-related transactions, which Bucciarati hated the most, so he followed Bolbo, who managed the casino business.

Now that someone is jumping out to bring down the organization, Bucciarati has a deeper concern: "What will you do after defeating the boss?"

Dongxing always did not lie on such indifferent issues: "Leave Italy."

"Who will take over the organization?" Bucciarati asked the question more clearly. The Enthusiasm Organization has been vaguely testing the limits of Bucciarati's endurance. Sometimes he has to choose not to see it and close his eyes so that he can continue to work for the organization. If the new organization after the change of dynasty is not as good as it is now, Bucciarati feels that he might as well continue fighting here.

"Isn't this your own problem? I'm not a member of your organization. Just like when the United States changes its president, will they let Italians vote?" Dongxing said a very inappropriate metaphor, and then started talking nonsense like a stickman. : "But if you really can't find someone to be the leader of the organization, I suggest you find someone named Giorno Giovanna. I feel that an Italian with this name would be very suitable to be a rogue superstar."

"Really..." Bucciarati pondered for a moment, as if he wanted to remember the name clearly: "Let's go."

Raising his hand to summon his companions to retreat with him, Bucciarati took the lead across the Eastern Star and headed towards downtown Naples.

Mista was still angry about the pain in his head and the shame of being caught by the Sex Pistols. Bucciarati's change in attitude made it difficult for Mista to adapt: ​​"Where are you going? Bucciarati, feed that guy ten thousand What to do if there is a sudden sneak attack...Hey"

Apache patted Mista on the shoulder from behind: "Think about what food to buy later. You have to wait two or three days."

"Uh..." Mista's fierce anger suddenly died down.

Fugo was grateful for Mista's decision to cease fire. The fact that he didn't have to let his substitute wander around was more important than completing the tasks assigned by the organization. He followed his teammates and muttered: "Freshly baked margarita." How many days does pizza last?”

Bucciarati took a few steps, but when his teammates followed him, Bucciarati stopped again. He turned around, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Dongxing: "This is the business card of the members of the enthusiasm organization who are responsible for assassinations. Two of them took on private jobs. Although those two are no longer here, but Making this call should lead to the rest of the assassination squad."

Dongxing took the business card and gestured towards Bucciarati to express his gratitude. The fate between the Bucciarati team and Dongxing came to an end.

The names on the business card were Gerald & Sowerby.

If Dong Xing remembers correctly, these two men were killed by Chocolat and Seco because they were investigating the identity of their boss. The conflict between the assassination team and their boss was caused by their dissatisfaction with the low salary.

In the original work, the income of the assassination team for one mission was 2000 million lire. At that time, there were nine people in the assassination team, and the nine people shared the money. The average income per person after a single business was just over 2001 million lire. In Italy in 300, the average The monthly salary is about million lire. So even if the assassination team can do a few business every month, it is still slightly better than the average working class. Compared with the departments that organize casinos and drug businesses, the work of the assassination team is dirty and tiring, and the rewards are less. It is no wonder that the two bold and ambitious people in the team have to take on private work.

He found a random phone booth and dialed the number on his business card.

Today has been a month since Gerrard and Sorbey were killed by the boss's personal guards.

In the past month, there has been only one business. As you can imagine, their assassination team received a cold reception.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. The fate of the resistance organization is still fresh in our minds. No matter how much hatred there is in their hearts and how dissatisfied they are with the current situation, at least within a short period of time, they and the entire assassination team will have to put their tail between their legs. I can't stand this treatment anymore.

The bodies of Gerard and Sorbet have been buried. Sorbet's sliced ​​body was sent to the assassination team's base by mail. Gerard's body was found and brought back by Formaggio, including a Relic cell phone.

Just today, this cell phone, which had not rang for a month, suddenly started ringing with an incoming call.

Risot sat on the sofa in the base, staring at the phone. Finally, under the gazes of Prusit, Bessie and Iluso, he picked up the phone, pressed the answer button and put it to his ear.

A cheerful voice that was very different from the current assassination team came from the other side:

"Hey~ciao~Are you free? If you are free, can you make an appointment to have a chat?"