[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

Betrayal also takes courage.

Although the loyal people in the organization are the majority, there are also quite a few guys who are dissatisfied with the status quo and have huge ambitions, but it is only a small number of people who dare to take action.

Of course, Piano also had his own squad, which was no less numerous than the guards, but the only person willing to follow him was one member of the same team.

He firmly believed that he could definitely find out the true face of the boss with his own ability, but his captain just looked at him with complicated eyes, without saying any words of advice, and calmly said that the two of them were no longer his members.

Piano knew that the captain was kind enough not to report the betrayal of the two of them, probably because he had been in his team for so many years.

This cannot deny the fact that the captain is a coward!

So content with the status quo, she would rather be a small captain for the rest of her life, willing to work under the hands of a woman, what is it but weakness?

Piano was very lucky. It was purely a coincidence that he found Trishau's trace. It was hidden in the magazine they bought themselves, so there would be no suspicion at all.

Originally, he planned to control Trixiu first and bring in Bugarati. No one would suspect a magazine that fell on the ground.

Diablo did not hand over the arrow to Polpo, so the number of people who knew of Polpo's substitute ability dropped sharply, but Piano happened to be one of them who knew.

He can be sure that Polpo will set up his own stand-in ability for Trixie. It is estimated that Trixie will be triggered when he is attacked.

Therefore, he was very careful when he pulled Trixie into the plane, so that she didn't suffer any harm. It would be fine for Bolbo's double to deal with the outsiders after they were dealt with.

Buccarati was very cautious, he stopped when he got closer, punched the ground, and the long zipper went straight to the place where Trixiu was sitting just now.

The chair fell straight from the unfolded zipper, and the magazine happened to be lying about a centimeter away from the zipper.

There is nothing unusual... Bugarati frowned. It is a pity that he is not a stand-in like Melancholy Blues, and he can only solve the puzzle himself.

Unable to find any zippers, Bucciarati approached the magazine and caught Piano in his arms.

When Bugarati was only one step away from the magazine, Piano made a move, which was as fast as the privacy of the steel chain fingers, and that hand quickly grabbed Bugarati's ankle.

"I won!"

"Steel chain fingers!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, and the moment Piano pulled Bucciarati into the flat space, his arm was also unloaded by the zipper.

"Ugh!" Piano couldn't help shouting, he quickly came out of the flat space, threw the magazine aside, and kept away from his severed hand.

Bugarati had already been locked into the plane space, and the zipper on the cut side of Piano's severed hand was also undone by the opponent, showing him bloody.

"The reaction is really fast, Bugarati..." Piano gritted his teeth and held his bleeding arm, "However, I still won, and the people who were captured will never escape on their own!"

Piano walked over to open the magazine. The pages of the magazine look normal to ordinary people, but in his eyes there are two abstract paintings on the left and right, one is Tricho and the other is Bucciarati.

But what surprised Piano was that there seemed to be a vague black figure behind Trish, thinking it was stained with some kind of stain, he didn't care.

"Although I can't see what you guys are doing, you don't need to waste your efforts..." Piano laughed arrogantly, "The space inside is separate, no matter how you destroy it, it has nothing to do with the outside world, but inside Isn’t it amazing to be able to see outside?”

Piano seemed to be showing off something, and then he tore off the Buccarati page.

"You should be very curious about how I will treat you..." Piano said slowly, pinching the corner of the page with his thumb and forefinger, "First of all, let's fight an eye for an eye!"

Since one hand was broken, Piano went straight to the teeth, bit the piece of paper, and tore it forcefully.

The piece of paper with Bucciarati's left arm fell down, and Piano pulled the remaining paper away from him.

Before the piece of paper landed completely, blood spurted out, and the originally abstract plane left arm became real with flesh and blood.

"Hmm!" Bugarati in the plane space saw with his own eyes that his left arm was pulled out.

"How do you feel?" Piano grinned and shook the paper in his hand, "It's a pity that I can't hear your screams..."

"Go to hell!"

Piano threw the paper into the air, pulled out the dagger at his waist, and slashed down a few times. The paper was completely shredded, and the abstract Bucciarati on it was divided into several petals.

Without looking at the falling paper, Piano turned around and walked towards the magazine not far away. The paper was torn, and the people inside would surely die.

"Ok?"

After only two steps, Piano realized something was wrong. It stands to reason that after the paper is torn, the corpse inside will be excluded by the plane space and fall to the ground...

Why is there no sound of any heavy objects falling to the ground?

Piano turned sharply.

"Steel chain fingers!"

What came oncoming was the opponent's fist, several zippers appeared on his body, and the whole person was beaten flying.

"Woo-ga-!"

Bugarati's white suit was stained with a lot of blood. He slowly pulled up dozens of zippers on his body, bent down to pick up his broken arm, "I've been weird since just now..."

"Why would my arm be kicked out of that space when it leaves my body, instead of falling to the ground?" He tied the broken arm with a zipper, "And why did you keep the paper away from the blood?"

"It's all because dead things can't stay in that space." Bugarati exposed his ability, "and...your weakness is water, right?"

Just now he was not only moving away from the blood on the ground, but also farther away from the ice water on the table.

It was Piano who was too confident in his ability. After tearing Buccarati into pieces, he was convinced that he was dead, so he relaxed his vigilance. Those torn pieces of paper just fell into the pool of blood flowing from the broken arm on the ground.

"Oh!...Damn it, you actually tore yourself apart with the zipper..." Piano, who was lying in the corner, spoke with difficulty.

"Give up, you can't stand up anymore." Bugarati picked up the ice water on the table, went to the side of the magazine and poured it down.

The icy water soaked the magazine, but nothing happened.

"Hahaha..." Piano sat leaning against the wall with difficulty, and Bugarati saw that he was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Only then did he discover that there were two torn marks on the magazine on the ground, and Trish was in the opponent's hand.

"Don't move! Bugarati!" Piano bit the corner of the page with his teeth, pulled the paper with one hand, and it would be torn in half with a little force, "If you don't want to see this girl turned into a corpse in front of you If so, zip up all the zippers on my body immediately!"

At this time, Piano's body was crumbling, and most of the parts were opened. He had no doubt that if Bugarati unlocked the ability, all his internal organs would have to pop out.

Bugarati didn't expect that this despicable villain would actually use Trixie as a hostage, and his eyes faintly exuded anger.

"Did you hear that! Give me... what?!" Piano knew that it would be no good for him to procrastinate, so he urged eagerly. Of course, the news that he was about to get the true face of the boss was not as important as his own life, but he suddenly felt Suddenly the corner of the page I was biting loosened.

The piece of paper that belonged to Trixiu's arm fell and turned into real flesh and blood in an instant.

Bugarati shrank his pupils, raised his feet and rushed over.

"What are you doing?! Don't come here!!!" Piano was also taken aback by this scene. Seeing Buccarati's movement, he bit the paper belonging to Triscius again and warned.

Bugarati turned a deaf ear and rushed straight at him.

Damn it!Does this guy actually care about the life and death of the task protection target? !

Piano gritted his teeth and pulled it hard, only to find that the paper under his hands had become extremely soft, as strong as a condom, and could not be pulled apart at all.

In the blink of an eye, Buccarati's fist was already in front of him.

"Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali Ali!!! Arrivederci!"

I don't know if it's because the paper was stained by the other party's blood, or because the owner of the ability is dead and can't die anymore, Trish has already come out of the space.

Buccarati, who had already dealt with the enemy, walked towards her. Trixiu picked up his arm and stood up, and glanced at him, "It's really lucky that you know what I mean."

"I broke my arm, either to divert that guy's attention or to convey some news to me. It must be both. No matter which one, it means to let me attack." Bugarati said and grabbed the special Richie took the hand of the arm.

"It's my negligence to hurt you. If there are any more enemies, please trust our team's ability. We will protect you and go to the boss."

Trixie stared at him blankly, the man in front of him was holding her hand, looking at him seriously with eyes as blue as the sea of ​​Naples, with a very sincere tone,

The steel chain fingers appeared beside him, and Bugarati reached out to take the severed arm, "Give me your hand, and I'll help you connect it."

She was so startled by this sentence that she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, her reaction was too embarrassing, "No, I'll answer it myself!" She was a little angry even speaking. ?A question mark popped up in Buccarati's head.

Trixie didn't hide it either, and used the golden experience in front of him, but since she wasn't her own double, only her hands could show up.

The missing blood cells in the middle of the severed arm were made out by the corpus luteum, perfectly connected.

"... Is your ability healing?" Bugarati asked in his heart. Sure enough, how could the boss's daughter not be a stand-in messenger?

But what happened to the enemy who just couldn't tear the paper apart?

"It's not treatment, it's just injecting vitality into the item to make it a part of the body." Trixie explained in a simple and understandable manner.

"I see..." He still didn't know the answer to the question just now, but the considerate Bugarati didn't ask in detail.

Both of them were stained with a lot of blood, and Bugarati was going to change into the spare clothes he prepared, but Trixie only had the windbreaker that he had just taken off.

"Do you want to wear mine?" When Buccarati handed her suit to Trixie solemnly, she was silent.

Trixie saw the lace underwear sandwiched in the white suit...

The author has something to say:

It's still my weak fight.

Privacy (referring to Sister Bu's underwear (even))

Cloth* For girls, it seems that it is not good to only wear a jacket, so let’s also give underwear by the way (grass)

stop*……

Velvet*? ? !Sexually harass my sister? !