When the group leader becomes the boss of the black organization[Comprehensive]

"Bah!"

The dead handle wood was slammed to the ground by Kuroro's wrist, making a painful sound.

He lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

Kuroro stood beside the dead handle wood, looking down at him.

"Is that not enough?" he asked.

Shigangmu stared at the shining white light above his head, blinked his dry eyes, and slowly got up from the ground.

"Teacher is indeed a teacher." He turned his head violently and made a creepy "click".

"Since this is the case..." He took two steps back, and once again assumed an offensive posture, "Hei Wu, you come to assist me."

"Understood." Black Mist agreed.

The two stared at Kuroro, who was standing in the middle of the training ground, with an extremely relaxed posture, and almost at the same moment, they all started to attack!

Heiwu moved a little faster, rushing to the front of the horse; Shigangmu followed closely, and seemed to be preparing to attack from another direction.The two flanked each other, trying to lock Kuroro's movements, making him unable to advance or retreat.

So of course, Kuroro first faced the black mist that was about to meet him shortly, but at the moment when the black mist rushed in front of his eyes, he suddenly activated the teleportation ability, and immediately transferred to Kuroro behind!

Kuroro turned around suddenly, but when he turned around, he found that at some point, the dead handle wood had changed its position through the transmission ability of the black mist——

After such an operation, the two of them can be said to have switched attacking directions in an instant. The black mist who was one step ahead at first fell behind because of his mobilization ability. At this time, there was still a distance from Kurolo; Karagi caught up, but at this moment Kuroro turned his back to him!

Shigaraki could feel that his fingertips had touched the ends of the teacher's hair and the soft flesh on the back of his neck.He felt the soft touch from his fingertips all the way to his brain, and his originally indomitable heart suddenly shrank a little.

But he didn't stop.

And at this critical moment, Kuroro smiled.

"Wonderful." He said.

"Varied……?!"

Shigangmu's eyes froze, and when he realized it again, he had been swept and kicked by Kuroro to the corner of the training ground.

"Cough cough cough..."

He leaned against the wall, clutching his stomach and coughing heart-piercingly.

"The brain is not bad, but the physical fitness is too poor." Kuroro over there just finished solving the black mist casually, and he looked at the dead handle wooden hanging huddled in the corner and commented lightly.

"Teacher, it's too hard to strike." Siganmu struggled to get up against the wall, and stared at Kuroro.His words sounded like he was complaining, but his tone was flat and without any ups and downs.

"I've shown mercy. Otherwise, you wouldn't have just slid to the side, but I would have knocked you off the wall." Ku Luoluo said.

After speaking, he suddenly coughed, his cough was harder than that of the dead tree that he had kicked hard just now, his body was even a little unsteady, and he swayed back and forth slightly.

"Teacher?!" Shigaraki's eyes widened suddenly, he stared at the blood slowly flowing from Kuroro's lips, and took a step forward to support him, but because he suddenly remembered his personality , the outstretched hand just froze in mid-air.

"It's okay." Kuroro stood still for a while, then casually wiped away the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, leaving only a pale pink trace that could not be seen without careful observation.

"Teacher's injury..." Sigang Mudiao's eyes suddenly became extremely gloomy, his eyes glanced at the pale pink mark on Kuroro's lips several times, and his voice was full of hatred.

"Ou, Er, Mai, Te!" He gritted his teeth and read out the name that he repeated thousands of times, almost engraved on his soul.

"Teacher, it's better to heal the injury first, and I have to prepare for the next thing today." Sigangmu said.

He stared at Kuroro, with a paranoid madness in his eyes:

"I will definitely...will avenge my teacher!"

Kuroro glanced at him, but just nodded indifferently.

Hei Wu looked at the back of the dead handle tree gradually disappearing into the passage, took the initiative to take a step forward, bowed his head respectfully and asked, "Master AFO, what are your orders next?"

"Still the same as before, watch him." Kuroro said, "Don't let him play himself to death."

"I understand." Black Mist nodded, and then disappeared into the space.Kurolo was left alone in the huge training ground.

Kuroro just stood there quietly for a while.

After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at the purple-black book slowly emerging in his hand.The book was automatically spread out in his hands, and the pages were flipped through automatically and quickly without wind, until they suddenly stopped at a certain page.

A faint golden light shone from that page, the light dispersed, and a card appeared in front of his eyes.

"Breath of the Archangel", a card that can heal all injuries and incurable diseases, produced by the Island of Greed.

Even Kuroro couldn't help but want to sigh when he thought of the savage Jin he met in the ruins.He is really not good at dealing with this purely intuitive and single-minded reinforcement creature. The point is, he is still strong enough to die.

Although Kuroro has changed his appearance, he is still AFO's body riddled with holes.Fortunately, there are still a few abilities of the healing department in the thief's cheat book that can be used, but they are only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.If you want to be cured completely, you can only use up this "Breath of the Archangel".

Kuroro thought for a while, and finally closed the book.Now is not the time to use it.

It was also for this reason that he chose to fight Dead Handwood and Black Mist today.According to AFO's memory, although the two of them's joint abilities are not top-notch in this world, they are quite impressive in terms of general standards.Therefore, Kuroro wanted to try to see how much effort he needed to deal with them now.

The result was a little better than he had imagined, and it relieved a lot of his worries, he thought.

******

Rewind time to a few days ago.

Japan, Port of Yokohama.

In the evening, the orange-red afterglow dyes the whole pier in magical colors.

At dusk, the hour of magic.

"I'm not a traitor!" A middle-aged man shouted, staring in horror at the silver-haired man in a black windbreaker in front of him, he backed up dozens of steps until he bumped into a huge container displayed on the pier behind him.

"I want to see Boss!" He turned his head, seeing that he had nowhere to escape, he could only turn his head and shout heartbreakingly at the man in front of him, with a look of despair on his face, "I am wronged!" Yes! Unjust!"

"Why would Boss have time to deal with a small person like you?" Gin snorted with a cigarette in his mouth. Half of his face was illuminated by the afterglow, and half of his face was hidden in the unknown darkness. Cool metallic shade.

Smoke was burning quietly in the air, and the way he looked at the man in front of him was like looking at a dead person.

"But if you want to avenge your grievances, there is nothing you can do." Gin took out the cigarette that was about to burn out from his mouth, threw it on the ground casually, then stepped on it, crushed the cigarette butt with the sole of his shoe, and extinguished it The last spark.

"What way?!" The man looked at Gin pleadingly and asked eagerly, as if he had found a life-saving straw.

Gin looked at his pug-like fawning expression with disgust, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and slowly took out his beloved Bo. Lai. Tower M92F from his waist with his left hand, and pointed it straight at him— —

"Go to hell and ask." He said.

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