Gedo Misda was born in an ordinary village in the Naples countryside.

Unlike those peers who are young and high-spirited and struggling, this teenager who grew up bathed in the warm sea breeze of the Mediterranean Sea has longed for a comfortable and leisurely life since he was a child.

And Misda also implements this ideal well:

After graduating from junior high school, he stopped going to school and wandered the streets of Naples to enjoy life.

He enjoyed sleeping and watching the branches or clouds sway in the sun.

He enjoys the aroma of wine and enjoys the delicious cheeses.

When I see my beautiful sister, even if I will be scolded, I will come up and talk to her.

When you don't have pocket money, you go back to the cinema and scold the guys who are standing in line and scolding Clint Eastwood, and then steal their money.

.......

Of course, the above description is completely from the perspective of Misda himself.

From the perspective of others, especially the villagers in their hometowns who use Misda as a negative teaching material to educate their children:

Gedo Misda is simply an incompetent dropout scumbag, an idle gangster, a hooligan who molests women, a ruffian who robs and fights, and a wet garbage that cannot be recycled.

If he continues like this, sooner or later he will become the kind of waste who lives on government handouts, working in the gangs to make a living.

But...

Even such a misda, such a despised thug, knows what is right and what is wrong, what is good and what is evil.

Although the bald man named Li Qing snatched his two motorcycles and a mobile phone back and forth, and gave him a fist in the face when he subconsciously pulled out his gun and fired back, causing him to lie on the road for more than ten minutes before waking up...

But Misda knew that Li Qing was righteous.

After all, Li Qing risked his life to save his life from the hands of that terrifying piece of meat, and bravely sealed the piece of meat underground, saving this city in danger.

So...

When the tall man with silver hair draped over his shoulders, his chest muscles exposed, his standing posture was angry, and he looked like a hooligan and villain, came up to ask about Li Qing's whereabouts, Misda instinctively, subconsciously, and without thinking, chose to help Li Qing cover up.

"No, I haven't seen it."

Without even thinking about the consequences of lying in front of the villains, Misda did not hesitate to stand by the man who had just snatched him not long ago.

The clumsy lie seemed to have deceived the other party, and the villain turned away without dwelling on it.

And Misda only had time to think at this time:

"The bald man said he was in danger right now."

"Sure enough, someone came to investigate his whereabouts so soon."

"That is to say..."

"The man in front of you is actually the same as the piece of meat before?"

Thinking of the piece of meat that wreaked havoc in the city not long ago and almost suffocated himself, Misda directly regarded the silver-haired man in front of him as an all-out anti-human terrorist.

There was even more disgust in his eyes.

But at this moment, the silver-haired man suddenly stopped leaving and walked back slowly.

"What are you doing here again?" Misda asked with some humility.

"That..."

Apaki quietly leaned closer to Misda:

"I just wanted to ask..."

"How much is this?"

As he spoke, he ordered Melancholy Blues to reach out its blue palm in front of Misda, casually holding out a few fingers.

"Four."

Misda replied subconsciously.

"You can see it!"

Apaki's face changed, and he immediately confirmed the identity of Misda's stand-in messenger.

The stand-in envoy is not a big road commodity that can be seen casually, and the stand-in messenger in front of him, who appeared in a sensitive place at a sensitive time and clearly helped Li Qing cover up his traces, is very likely to be the enemy of the organization.

Therefore, he immediately bullied forward and burst into attack, and struck a powerful elbow blow at Misda's unguarded and fragile waist and abdomen.

While his stand-in Melancholy Blues is not a combat stand-in who is good at martial arts, Apaki, the stand-in messenger, is a combat stand-in with a strong physique and perfect physical skills.

Apaki exerted ten percent of his strength, and with one blow, Misda's body turned upside down, and the sea of qi and blood churned.

He instinctively bent down as he clutched his battered stomach, his skin congested and red from the intense pain, and looked like a cooked prawn:

"You... What are you doing?! ”

Misda let out a low roar of pain with difficulty.

And Apaki showed no mercy.

He knew that he couldn't slack off in dealing with the stand-in messenger, otherwise if he let the other party use some terrible stand-in ability, the situation would be reversed in an instant.

As a result, Apaki completely ignored Misda's faint cry of begging for mercy, and only took advantage of the pain of the opponent to slash a hand knife, straight to the back of the neck.

"Ahh

Misda let out a cry of pain and bowed down a little deeper.

"You didn't faint?"

"This guy's physique is really good..."

Apaki was faintly surprised, and he was even more jealous in his heart.

He immediately bent his knees from behind and pressed against Misda's back, pressed Misda's neck down with one hand, stuck Misda's arm with the other hand, and pressed the opponent to the ground with a standard police grappling technique.

Misda's head was pinned to the ground, one hand was firmly tied behind Apaki's back, and the other hand was pressed under his own body, and there was no way to fight back.

At the same time, the silver-haired man who was pressing on him continued to increase his strength, pressing the nerves and blood vessels in his neck with his palm.

Obviously, the other party had no intention of talking to him at all, but wanted to directly beat him into a coma.

"No..."

"This guy is the kind of terrorist who is against humanity... I must not fall into their hands! ”

With her somewhat inhuman physique, Misda struggled to stay awake.

He moved the palm that was firmly pressed by his body with all his might, and fumbled to hold the revolver he was carrying at his waist.

"Can you still move?"

Apaki was even more surprised:

The enemy did not lose consciousness even after receiving heavy blows, but he did not summon a stand-in to fight back.

Could it be that his stand-in ability is "particularly fleshy"??

Puzzled, Apache increased the force of his hand even more, trying to extinguish the last of Misda's consciousness.

"Uh... Ahh

Misda let out a groan of pain, and her consciousness finally blurred due to the lack of blood supply to her brain.

And the revolver he managed to hold on to was firmly stuck under him because of the weight coming from his body.

No matter how hard Misda struggled and tried hard, his hand holding the gun couldn't move out from under him, let alone point the gun at the villain behind him.

"Damn..."

Misda was a little desperate:

"I can't move at all... I have no hope of fighting back at all! ”

In the midst of this desperation, his consciousness became more blurred.

And at this moment, probably because his brain was already confused, several strange and clear voices suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Misda—"

"Shoot!"

"Shoot? What kind of gun?" replied in a daze in his heart, "The muzzle of the gun is not accurate, how can you shoot someone?" ”

"It's okay..."

"Trust us, Misda!"

In a trance, Misda only felt that there were six "villains" flying around in front of him:

They are only about the size of a bullet, and their appearance is yellow and clear, very much like a bullet, but they have hands, feet, heads, faces, noses, and mouths, and even the expressions on their faces are so vivid and natural.

"Misda, shoot!"

They danced up and down before Misda's eyes, urging in unison:

"You don't have to aim to hit the target, because..."

"Bullets can be turned!"

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PS: Stand-in panel

Stand-in name - "Sexy Pistol"

Ontology – Gedo Misda

Destructive power: E

Speed: C

Range Distance: The distance the bullet travels

Persistence: A

Precision of action: A

Growth: B

Abilities: Able to operate the trajectory after the bullet is fired, and a double like a villain. You can ride on a bullet to change direction and quickly change track with kicks. Combining multiple forces can split bullets and hit multiple targets.

A team of 6 people, each self-aware. The number is from No.1 to No.7, and there is no No.4 because of Misda's own insistence.