Uchiha's superpowers

I didn't intervene in their battle, I just lowered my hat, and used my seat and clothes to cover up the abnormality that I was not aged. At the same time, I used my mind to control the air conditioner in the train. Under the premise of special discovery, the temperature is adjusted to alleviate the aging degree of passengers.

Although it is true that the two people sent by the assassination team have quite powerful doubles, and Prosciut is more experienced, ruthless, and proficient in controlling and using his own doubles, but that Bessie who looks like a carrot He is obviously a novice, and he has never played the role of a charge in the assassination team. As a member of the assassination team, he has never even killed anyone. Due to lack of experience and lack of experience, he missed a move and eventually lost.

Although I guarantee that most people will not die because of Proxiet's substitute ability, the train still stops because of the people who died due to the battle between the substitute messengers, and I feel the pain of old age inexplicably in advance. Passengers packed their luggage and got out of the car in panic, waiting for the police to deal with the horrific accident.

And after confirming that the two pursuers sent by the assassination team had been dealt with, I also took the suitcase from the luggage rack, mixed with the panic-stricken ordinary people, and slowly walked towards the place I wanted. direction forward.

I glanced at the tortoise hidden under the shadow of the seat, and observed several small figures from the ruby ​​of the key inlaid on the back of the tortoise.

So, is this how it is hidden on the back of the turtle?

Taking advantage of the short stature of a child, I took out the tortoise from under the seat, and stuffed it silently into the suitcase among the bewildered and chaotic crowd.

Bugarati and the others understood my identity from the corpse in the suitcase almost immediately, cooperated with my actions and hid it safely in my suitcase.

Instead of following the crowd into the bus sent by the train operator, I left the scene of the accident immediately amidst the chaos.

The place where the train stopped happened to be a canyon, overgrown with wild grass, even higher than my head, easily hiding me in this lush vegetation.

But I know that I can't hide for long. When the assassination team was fighting with Bugarati and the others, I was not idle. Information from many companions.

In the assassination team, there is a stand-in messenger named Meloni who has quite tricky abilities.

The substitute named [Babyface] can use male blood and female body to create "children". As a remote control substitute, the strength of its ability depends entirely on the level of education.

The most important thing is that the "child" created by Meloni through the double ability can track the "father" and "mother" through DNA.

In the battle just now, both Mista and Buccarati left a lot of bloodstains. Since Proxiet and Bessie have failed and died in this battle, the assassination team will stop again. After finding clues about Trixiu's whereabouts, they will definitely send Meloni to track down Bugarati and the others.

I looked around, and after confirming through telepathy that no one had noticed, I took the turtle out, touched the ruby ​​on the key, and entered the different space on the back of the turtle in the blink of an eye.

The members of the Bugarati team are all inside, Naranja who is sitting on the chair, Apache who is guarding the ceiling, and Bujarati who is exhausted after a battle and is resting with his eyes closed. Mista who is heavy and Giorno who is healing him.

as well as……

I turned my gaze to Trish, who was huddled up on the single sofa with his knees uneasily.

She has long sweet pink hair, the bangs on her forehead are fluffy and curled into the shape of honey bread, and she has the same ice green pupils as Diablo, but if it is not someone who already knows that she is Diablo's daughter , I am afraid that Trixie and Diablo cannot be related in the slightest.

Trish's eyes are clear and full of melancholy, like any ordinary girl who is weak and anxious in the face of sudden danger and unknown, and feels manic and inexplicable anger for everything she has encountered.

She closed her eyelids slightly, and her pupils wandered on the ground without focus, as if she was in a daze or thinking, but no matter what, at this time her heart must be full of doubts and fears, and she didn't know why she was doing this. To be drawn into such a dangerous situation that she didn't even notice my coming.

Apache, who had been guarding the ceiling, walked to the sofa and woke Bugarati who was resting, "Hey, Bugarati, wake up, Speranza is here."

Although Apache knows that I also have the badge of a cadre in my hand, he really doesn't have much respect for me compared to Belikoro who has climbed to the cadre position by virtue of his contribution to the organization.

One is because my appearance is too young, and the other is because I am the son of Diablo on the surface. Apache believes that the badge was obtained purely because of this identity, and it is not true for the organization. The other cadres who have made great contributions and stepped up step by step are completely different, just a spoiled young master.

After all, they haven't seen me fighting so far, and they can't see any strengths in me in less than three days. The corpse was intact, and they hadn't seen any other uses of this ability.

So after Apache saw me coming in, he ignored my existence without even saying hello. After waking up Bugarati who was in charge of handing over to me, he returned to his original position and continued to monitor the top of his head. the ceiling to prevent any enemies from entering.

And Bugarati raised his heavy eyelids, his head was still a little dizzy, but he quickly adjusted his state, stood up and walked towards me.

"Speranza, I've read the boss's email, and we will leave this room after that, and distract the enemies as originally planned. Trish will continue to stay in this tortoise, and you will lead it forward."

Hearing her own name, Trish flinched, and her somewhat dull mind slowly came to her senses. She digested the meaning of Bugarati's words, clasped her hands, rubbed her palms uneasily, and couldn't help it. Suddenly asked, "Where are you going to take me? What is the identity of my father? Why do I have to endure the attacks of these gangsters for no reason? What is going on?"

She was a little incoherent, and the successive hunts and kills had made this ordinary girl's psychological endurance reach its limit.

Her spirits were tense, and she was always panicking about the crisis coming from nowhere. Such a situation made Trixie a little nervous, and her tone gradually became aggressive, full of resentment that she didn't know where to vent. .

"And who are you? Bugarati, are you going to hand me over to a child? What if those horrible people come to attack me again? Just rely on a child who is not as tall as my legs How to protect me?!"

I looked at Trish with some curiosity, and felt that she was not quite like Diablo, but somewhat similar to Tobio.

What I am referring to is not their appearance or character, but the kind of tenacity that will suddenly awaken after being pushed to the limit. Tobio is usually a gentle and somewhat weak boy, but as long as it involves Diablo He will do his best to complete the task in order to get Diablo's praise, sometimes even at the expense of his own body.

The sudden burst of awareness sometimes even Diablo finds it difficult. Although Tobio is ready to sacrifice himself, Diablo will never allow such a thing to happen. After all, they use But with the same body, when it is inconvenient for him to show up at this time, Diablo will lend part of his body to Tobio. To a certain extent, as an ordinary person, he can manipulate Crimson As a powerful stand-in like the king, Tobio's spiritual awareness should not be underestimated.

And when Trixie issued a series of aggressive questions like firecrackers, I vaguely saw the shallow human figure emerging from Trixiu's body, but it disappeared back in the blink of an eye.

[Don't worry. ] I kindly comforted Trixie, [I am the person who is here to take you to the terminal, and you will see your father soon, and I will not let you get hurt before that. ]

After venting the uneasiness in her heart, Trixiu seemed to have become tougher. She stood up and walked to me, leaned down and looked at me suspiciously, "Little friend, don't talk about protecting me. It looks like you are asking me to protect you - I will not go with you, I want to stay with Bucciarati!"

Bugarati frowned and said, "I won't let you stay any longer. Our mission is over here. The boss ordered Speranza to take you away."

Trish looked at Buccarati, "Are you just letting me be taken away by him, regardless of my safety?"

Bugarati had to patiently explain to her, "We will be responsible for distracting the enemy, and following Speranza, you will definitely be much safer than following us. It is impossible for the BOSS to let it go without a backup. He came out by himself."

Trixie frowned, keenly aware of something, "Boss... Is there any special reason why my father values ​​him so much?"

But Bugarati didn't answer her question, but turned to look at me silently.

I understand what Bugarati thinks. My identity is still a secret. Without Diablo or my permission, Bugarati, who is loyal to the organization, will not speak easily.

No way, this is to gain the trust of Trish.

[This is because,] I looked at Trish, and said, [I am your younger brother, the son of BOSS. ]

Trish's eyes widened in surprise.