"These guys..."

Hearing these 'derogatory' whispers, Misda couldn't help but clench her fists tightly.

However, his fist was quickly lowered:

"They're all good people..."

Misda sighed with emotion.

He is just immature and naïve, yearning for the extraordinary, but not stupid.

He could hear that these guys who "spoke ill of people behind his back" were not rejecting him, but caring about him.

Because they don't want innocent people to be in danger, they will try to send themselves away.

Especially Bugalati...

Somehow, Misda could always feel an indescribable tenderness in his voice.

"So, should I go?"

Misda was in a tangle.

He re-examined the whole thing and began to face up to his superficiality in mentality and lack of ability.

True, he lacked combat experience and was not skilled in the mastery of stand-ins.

Recalling that when he was fighting Apaji, he saw the piece of flesh that hit him head-on, and he even gave up thinking because of fear and panic.

"If it's Li Qing, it's Qiao Runuo..."

"They must have stayed calm in that situation and tried to fight back, right?"

"And I..."

Misda pursed her lips tightly, her heart full of loss:

"Actually, with the ability of a sexy pistol, I obviously had a chance to turn the tables at that time."

"But I was like the French in World War II, and I was scared to surrender before I could resist much."

"I'm so weak..."

"Do you really have the ability to go on?"

The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself, and gradually faded away from that brainless blood, and the whole person became disheartened.

"Misda..."

Each with its own self-aware stand-ins, six little guys named Sexy Pistols quietly emerge beside Misda, while casting a reassuring glance at their lost master.

"What do you think?"

"Am I fit to be the 'main character'?"

Misda chatted with her stand-in in her heart.

"This..."

The six little ones looked at each other for a while.

In the end, No.6, who was outspoken and cold-hearted, said straight to the point:

"The answer, of course, is 'NO'!"

"You don't even recognize the faces of the six of us, how can you go out and fight such a murderous enemy?"

"Stupid Misda..."

As a stand-in born from Misda's consciousness, No.6 punctured the master's fantasy in one bite:

"Reality is not a movie, and the protagonist who can't be killed doesn't exist at all!"

"Uh..."

was reprimanded by his own stand-in, and Misda's expression couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

"Well... I'm too tender. ”

"Even if it's a street fire, it won't let inexperienced thugs play, and someone like me who has never seen any storms and waves will only drag his feet if he forcibly joins the team, right?"

He said sensible and dejected words, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

Finally, when he almost pinched the blood stains on the car keys in his hand, Misda reluctantly accepted the reality:

"I see."

"When I'm done with this, I'll take refuge abroad."

As he spoke, he took a difficult step and slowly walked towards the underground garage.

..................................................

It seems that because it is a weekday, there are no customers in the underground garage of the mall.

Misda walked into the underground garage and was greeted by a scattering of parked cars, a ceiling full of pipes and thick wires, and a whirring high-powered exhaust fan.

"No one?"

"Great..."

Misda breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, at once, he laughed at himself for the tension in his heart:

"I'm scared to be like this when I pick up a car alone..."

"I'm so immature, I'm really not qualified to be the protagonist."

Misda shook her head helplessly, and then settled down to find the SUV that Bugarati had said:

"THE MODEL IS CHEVROLET SUBURBAN GMT400..."

"The license plate is FO·444UR..."

"The parking space is... No. 144, Basement 4..."

"Ahh

He suddenly hugged his head tightly, and his face turned pale:

"Why are there so many 4s?"

"Is this God's old man targeting me? Unlucky... It's so unlucky!"

"That's right..."

Misda recalled a series of tragedies in which he was robbed, beaten, chased by real meat, hit by fake meat, and finally inexplicably formed a mortal enmity with the underworld boss:

"I've been unlucky today!"

"If you run to get this car, you might be even more unlucky!"

He muttered as he mumbled as his body honestly walked to where the SUV was parked.

After all, this was his first and last mission after becoming a "Justice Partner".

Regardless of bad luck, Misda wants to do this vote before he closes.

"Hmm..."

"It should be fine, it should be fine..."

He cautiously observed the empty underground garage around him, and finally took out the key that Bugarati had given him, and walked towards the quietly parked SUV.

However, just as Misda was about to step forward and open the door...

"Yo?"

A slightly excited voice suddenly sounded: "This car, is it yours?" ”

"Who?!"

Misda was taken aback.

"My name is Victor, Victor Axele"

A young man with silver hair slowly stepped out from behind the stout pillars of the underground garage, with a dangerous smile on his lips:

"Of course you're not familiar with the name."

"But you should know in your heart who I am."

As he spoke, the young man named Victor slowly pulled out a pistol and pointed the muzzle of the gun straight at Misda:

"Am I right, Bugarati's companion?"

"W-What?"

Misda swallowed.

He resisted that extremely bad feeling, and pretended to be stupid with difficulty:

"What are you talking about... Who is Bugalati? ”

"Hehe... Don't pretend! ”

Victor smiled coldly:

"Do you think that just betrayed the organization, the organization can't react?"

"You traitors, you really underestimate the power of the organization..."

"The boss has long been wary of your Bugarati squad, so he collected all the information of your squad."

"Ten minutes ago, the boss officially confirmed the defection of the Bugarati squad;"

"Within that minute, all the information of the Bugarati squad had reached every member of the Guard—including his bank statements, the credentials for his private purchase of the car, and the records of his long payment in the parking lot."

"And I... Ha ha. ”

He clutched the gun tightly, and his smile was more smug:

"I'm a good guy at looking at details."

"While others may focus on information about your stand-in abilities first, I prefer to analyze obscure records."

"Sure enough... Bugarati, like other underworld bosses, hid escape tools in advance to prevent accidents. ”

"Unfortunately, when I figured this out, I happened to be in the vicinity of this mall."

"So, I tried to come and investigate."

"I didn't expect..."

Victor paused, looked down at his watch:

"I've only been waiting four minutes before a big fish has thrown itself into the net."

"What?"

Misda's face was hard to see:

"Again, it's 4... Damn it! ”

"I was caught red-handed ten minutes after I got into trouble with the gangsters, is there such an unlucky thing in the world!"

"Sure enough..."

"Sure enough, the world is targeting me!"

He was so angry and annoyed by this terrible luck that he forgot about his fear for a while.

And Victor didn't give Misda time to adjust his mentality:

"Your face doesn't appear on the personnel intelligence of those traitors, but I know that you must have nothing to do with Bugarati."

"Let me think..."

"The boss asked us to hunt down the target, the only guy who didn't have a description of his physical characteristics, only... Gedo Misda! ”

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked aggressively:

"Misda, you're Misda, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you've done, but the boss thinks very highly of you..."

"Your head is worth more than those traitors in Bugarati, and you even maintain the same level as the Li Qing who appeared at the beginning."

Victor did not hesitate to pull the trigger:

"Thank you, Misda..."

"The throne of this cadre is taken by me Victor!"