Invincible I want a dream

In a remote small hotel, the young man with pink hair had a ferocious expression, stabbing the lifeless proprietress one after another, like a ghost crawling out of hell, venting his boundless anger.

"Dulululu—dulululu—"

Suddenly, Dobbio's expression changed, he raised his head, his eyes were blank, hollow and penetrating, and he made a long series of calls imitating the ringing of a telephone.

"The phone, the phone is ringing... where is it..."

After shouting for a while, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, without looking at the innocent woman lying in a pool of blood, and put the phone to his ear, not even realizing that the mobile phone was turned off.

"Hello? Hello, it's me...the boss?...Yes, I found Polnareff's address, but he went out this morning, and I'm going to wait here for him to come back...What? Don't wait for him, go out Looking for it? But, Boss, I have been searching for so long before, and I finally found a clue...to see the surveillance at the front desk of the hotel?...Okay, I saw it, it's in the computer behind the desk..."

Dobio regained his sobriety, and found that this small broken hotel did have an old-fashioned camera facing the front desk and the door. Rather than monitoring, its function was more like warning the guests not to steal and poke into the front desk drawer.

He threw away the bloody knife, walked around the body, and called up the surveillance video connected to the computer.

The black and white picture, the texture of the sky-high 480p, he doubled the speed, dragged the progress bar, and scrolled to the time when Polnareff left.

On the screen, the disabled French man lingered at the door for a while, looked at the small advertisement on the wall and made a call.After a while, a taxi stopped outside the door. He skillfully pushed the wheels, was taken into the car by the taxi driver, and left the hotel.

"Damn it, I can't read the license plate number!" Dobbio kicked the corpse on the ground angrily.

At this time, he heard the trustworthy voice of the boss again, "Dobiou, my Dobiou, don't be anxious. Isn't the phone number of the car dealership written on the wall? Go and write it down and tell me, I'll send someone to look it up Driving record."

"Oh, good boss."

Dobio held his turned off mobile phone like a baby, walked quickly to the door, and read clearly word by word to the phone in the advertisement.

After a while, in a foggy environment, he heard the boss say that he had found the address, and the driver drove Polnareff to the downtown museum.

Dobi Ou repeatedly responded, hurriedly left, and went to look for the target.

In a hurry, he didn't notice that at some point, the camera and computer were damaged to pieces, and the knife next to the proprietress' body disappeared.

He didn't know that just now, Diablo, his boss, and another soul in his body occupied the body, and did these aftermath work when he finished sending messages on the computer and waited for the extremely efficient subordinates to reply.

Although his fingerprints and DNA records were not in police files, he handled the murder weapon with care.

Over the years, he was the one who took care of the violent half body and dealt with the murder scene, otherwise, this bright face would have become a wanted criminal long ago.

Dobio has never realized that his most admired and heartfelt object, his beloved boss, is actually his other personality in the closest place to him.

And what Diablo needs is his ignorance and loyalty, which will be his most suitable protective color.

"What? You said Diablo is in Rome?!"

Polnareff made a sound in shock, and squeezed the armrest of the wheelchair tightly with his intact left hand, the expression on his face was mixed with anger and hatred.

In the past few years when he was injured, he did not give up the action of inquiring about "enthusiasm".Just because of physical inconvenience, he chose to work hard to improve his hacking skills. He is like a ghost wandering on the Internet, paying close attention to every move of this organization-naturally including their increasingly rampant drug trafficking and bribery.

These actions have further intensified the rise in the crime rate in Italy and brought disaster to the people living here.

Polnareff couldn't tolerate this kind of behavior. He knew that behind every penny earned by "Enthusiasm" was the pain of innocent civilians. They are the moths of this country, rooted in the shadow of big trees, sucking With the nectar of hope.

For this country, they bring only harm, not good.

He didn't want to subvert this criminal underground organization for a second.So, after discovering Vongola's purpose, he sat in the bedroom for a whole day, thinking about the pros and cons, and finally decided to lend a helping hand, provide Diablo with clues, and give this man a fatal blow.

Compared with "enthusiasm", the Pengo Li family's reputation has always been very good, just, majestic, committed to maintaining the balance between the world and the lives of ordinary people. Dogs take advantage of others and bully women.

Polnareff had a good impression of this family and believed in their strength.

"Well, according to intelligence, his daughter who is living abroad is being escorted here. According to our previous analysis, he will definitely handle such a major event himself, so it is very possible that he is in Rome." Lusilla said.

"Hee hee, our prey really picked a good place." Belphegor said, "It actually came to the door by itself."

He played with the sharp knife with his nimble fingers, and the red gemstones on the ring reflected beautiful light. This was an A-level ring, although it was not as good as the Pengo Lie ring, it was still of a rare quality.

The silver-haired sword emperor stood up from the seat, picked up the sword bag leaning on the table, his eyes were sharp, as dangerous and deadly as his sword blade, born for killing, "Levi, go up and call the boss."

He looked at the cloak illusionist and said, "Mamon, please confirm his position."

"Yes." The Rainbow Son replied, took a soft tissue from the table, and spread it out in his hand.

Polnareff leaned over curiously, watching the illusionist's working process up close, "What is this?"

Mamon said, "Stick and write."

Then, he sneezed loudly, and the snot splashed on the tissue, forming a wonderful map pattern, "The target seems to be moving... Um, his destination is here."

"...It's disgusting." Polnareff said subconsciously, and when he took a closer look, his expression changed, "This is... a museum?!"

He and Mamun exchanged glances - presumably, the illusionist's cloak completely covered the upper half of his face, only the two triangular marks on his cheeks were exposed.This is the place where they agreed to meet. There are many tourists and noisy people. No one will pay attention to the strangers passing by.

Mamon also took advantage of this to be lazy, using the subconscious indifference of passers-by to construct an illusion to cover up his whereabouts.

How could Diablo appear here?

Polnareff couldn't help thinking—has he already been discovered?

After lunch, when the sun is at its heaviest, tourists hide indoors to escape the heat.

When Dobio got off the taxi, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the blazing light.

After paying the money, he looked around vigilantly, but unfortunately, he didn't see the target figure, only the ignorant crowd coming and going.

The hotel is only a ten-minute drive away from the museum in the city center, and Polnareff left the hotel at around ten in the morning. After such a long time, it is unlikely that he is still here.

But insisting on letting Dobbio come to the museum, Diablo's main purpose is to know what is special here.

Just imagine, a man who has been hiding from him for several years and is extremely cautious, even if he comes to Rome, he has been hiding in a hotel room and never goes out.But suddenly today, I took a taxi to the museum.

Diablo couldn't help but suspect that there was something secret here—could it be that he hooked up with the Bugarati team here?

Although with the help of Puqi's ability, he successfully obtained the opportunity of "rebirth", but later discovered that he had replaced the memory of "Diablo" with his own memory disc, and the reality was different from what he remembered. Less in and out.

That's why he had to act first to kill these dangerous time bombs.

And that arrow that can evolve a stand-in... If he knew its special features, he would never sell it to that old woman easily!Blame Dio too!Even though he was no longer a human being, he was still defeated, causing the arrow to fall into the hands of Polnareff.

Thinking of his bad roommate, Diablo lurks in his consciousness, showing a cruel smile, and decides to send someone to blow up the real address of Araki Village after solving the Italian matter.Although there is a high probability that the space inside will not be endangered, it can completely block their connection with the outside world and be exiled by this time and space.

In this way, he really has no worries.

"That's the goal."

In the shadows, Mamon pointed to Dobbio, who was dressed in fashion and had a young face.

Polnareff frowned and said puzzledly: "But Diablo should be a middle-aged man in his thirties...I've seen him before, didn't you also find out about his past in Sardinia? This guy , looks like his son!"

"Shut up, let me think about it...you can't go wrong with sticky writing." Mamon stared at the pink-haired young man intently, "I understand, it's because he has two souls in his body! It's so interesting..."

"Two souls?" Xanxus tilted his head, his eyes focused on the young man who seemed to be wandering outside, evoking a bloodthirsty smile, "but they share the same body...then, just kill him."

"That's right." Mamun agreed.

As an assassination organization, of course they will not seek to be aboveboard, and they must fight against an evenly matched opponent. If they can take advantage of his weakness, they will naturally not let it go.

but.

It was a pity that Mamun watched the target dodge the bullets of the BOSS deftly, the youthful expression on his face receded, revealing a battle-hardened look like a beast, and his appearance became more mature, closer to the image of the boss behind the "Passionate" scene.

Sure enough, this level of prey is not easy to deal with.

One shot missed, Xanxus was not surprised, and continued to fire several shots. This time, a powerful flame of anger was attached to it, which was as powerful as a small bomb.

Damn it.Diablo cursed secretly, "The Crimson King——"

The author has something to say: Dad X didn’t use all his strength in the first shot, because there are still some residents haunting here, mainly for deterrence.Moreover, I have privately assumed that this is the territory of the Kirionello family. For the sake of the relationship between the two parties, Father X will not make too much trouble.

The boss is not the boss of this world, so I don't know enough about these things, and I don't know why I was suddenly attacked hh