The escape and pursuit just now sounded tense and intense, but in fact, Apaki and Misda had run a total of more than ten meters away.

They just went a little deeper from the periphery of the ruins.

At first glance, the environment around the two of them has not changed at all.

In addition to being a little nervous, Misda can be said to have an advantage and full state compared with Apaki, who was bloodied with three shots in his body.

"Why am I in such a desperate situation?"

Misda couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't understand why the other party could still show such composure and confidence in the face of such an obvious gap in the situation.

"Don't bluff..."

"You're the one with a gun pointed at the head right now!"

Misda, who is completely a rookie, didn't even consider what the other party's stand-in ability was, so he raised his gun and shouted:

"Don't move!"

He also pointed to the melancholy blues around Apaji:

"You and your blue thing, don't move!"

"Hehe, haven't you found it yet?"

"Yes, too... I haven't shown a stand-in in front of you, and you don't realize it. ”

Apaki endured the pain and smiled slightly.

"My melancholy blues are really not good at fighting."

"Its stand-in ability can only be used for replays, and during the replay process, it can only be played mechanically according to the target's past trajectory, and there is no way to attack freely according to my heart."

"But... That doesn't mean it can't be used in combat. ”

"Since Melancholy Blues can't determine its own trajectory during the replay, I'll let the enemy go to its trajectory on his own!"

“？？？” Misda had a skeptical look on her face.

He didn't even know what the stand-in was, and naturally he didn't know what Apaki was talking about right now.

And Apache didn't care if Misda understood it or not, so he continued to explain to himself:

"Stinky boy..."

"Although you just followed me to this side for a distance of more than ten meters, these ten meters distance is enough to decide the winner!"

"Look at your feet—"

"You've just killed yourself like an ignorant child on the tracks where a high-speed train is moving!"

"What!"

Misda looked down at her feet as Apaki had said:

“？？？”

"Nothing?"

"Isn't it just the gravel and mud left behind when that piece of meat passed by..."

Misda was still confused.

However, in just the next second, his blank expression completely froze on his face.

In its place, there is an unspeakable fear.

Because...

When Misda raised his head and looked at Apaki again, the terrifying piece of meat that had impressed him twenty minutes ago appeared in front of him so vividly!

The huge body that was six or seven meters tall, the disgusting tentacles that twisted and hideous, the disgusting dense sarcoma... Just standing in front of him, the shadow cast obscured Misda's entire body.

There is no doubt that this is the piece of meat that almost ruined half the town.

But actually...

It's a melancholy blues, a melancholy blues that turns on the replay mode and transforms into a lump of meat.

"When the 'place' element is destroyed, memories cannot be read."

"However, what cannot be read are only memories of what happened before the terrain was destroyed."

"And this piece of meat itself is a saboteur, and it still operates here after the terrain has been destroyed..."

"This also means that this destroyed land is the "place" element that carries the memory of its actions!"

Looking at a frightened Misda, Apache explained.

"The two elements of "time" and "place" are complete, so..."

"Let's start playing, Melancholy Blues!"

As soon as the words fell, the melancholy blues, which had changed into a bloated lump of flesh, immediately activated the replay ability.

It instantly restored the ferocious posture of the meat block when it chased Li Qing twenty minutes ago: it was like a giant tank with full power, rushing towards the sluggish Misda in front of it.

No...

Strictly speaking, Melancholy Blues didn't deliberately crash into Misda, but was merely mechanically restoring the trajectory of the meat cut twenty minutes ago.

It was Misda herself who walked in its track, blocking the path of this behemoth.

Apaki had to run forward for more than ten meters before he was shot hard, in order to lead Misda here, to this "railroad track" that had already been laid.

"Ahh

Misda instinctively let out an exclamation.

Having never experienced a brutal battle, he quickly lost the self-confidence he had just developed because of his awakening ability after seeing such an astonishing sight.

He began to dodge in terror and fired two indiscriminate shots at the oncoming piece of flesh.

But that didn't do anything in the slightest.

The bullet struck the flesh the size of a hut, and only made a small hole in its soft, tough body that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

Relative to its size, the slightest wound was almost negligible.

Correspondingly, even if such damage were restored to Apaki, the stand-in messenger, in equal proportions, it would be like being stabbed by two thin needles to him.

The gunfire couldn't stop the melancholy blues of "Lump of Meat Mode", which was still hurtling forward at that terrifying pace.

And Misda's dodging moves under the panic are just useless work.

The speed of the meat block was so fast that he didn't even jump out half a meter away, and he was hit hard by the oncoming mountain of meat.

"Ugh!!"

Misda let out a terrible scream, and was knocked out by this huge force.

By the time he hit the ground again, he was already in the rubble seven or eight meters away.

This is also fortunate that the body of the meat block itself is soft and soft, just like an airbag that explodes in a collision, which plays a huge cushioning role.

But even so, the huge kinetic energy brought by the ultra-high speed and overweight mass still caused extremely serious damage to Misda.

"Well... Pain... Still... Dizzy..."

This strong young man, who was covered in "meat", finally couldn't bear the cruel blows inflicted on him one after another.

Misda fell to the ground, tilted his head, flicked his gun, and fainted.

Apaki was also greatly relieved:

"Whew... I finally won..."

"But..."

He gritted his teeth and pressed his bleeding wound, and then looked at Misda, who was unconscious:

"Is this kid really an enemy of the organization?"

"Although the speed of the collision during the replay of Melancholy Blues just now is fast, if he calms down and activates his stand-in ability in time, even if he can't stop Melancholy Blues' attack, he has a good chance of dying with me."

"But... But he was afraid to be like that. ”

Apaki frowned deeply.

He had just joined the gang and had not really seen the darkness, and he couldn't help but be entangled:

"This kid feels like a rookie who doesn't understand anything."

"Is the enemy that the organization must kill such a child with no combat experience?"

"But..."

In a self-deprecating tone, he muttered:

"What am I sighing about?"

"I'm no longer the stunned young man who applied for the police with ideals... I'm an evil gangster now, why do I still care about the so-called justice? ”

"The man who drives the pieces of meat to destroy the city is my companion, the one who risked his life to save the city... is my enemy. ”

Apaki looked at the unconscious young man in front of him, and his expression couldn't help but become complicated.

He recalled this rookie who was young, immature, ignorant, and even scared to the point of trembling his legs when he encountered danger, and the firm eyes that plucked up the courage to lie in front of himself as a bad person.

Vaguely, Apaki seemed to see his former self: "Heh... It's ridiculous. ”