Bugarati is a good guy.

Regardless of what others think, in the eyes of the old people who live in the old town of Naples, Bugarati is an indisputably good boy.

As long as these old people have any trouble at home, Bugarati will try his best to help.

It is even more enthusiastic than the police station, and more enthusiastic than the neighborhood committee.

Over time, those old people regarded Bugarati as their own relatives.

Bugarati, who was abandoned by his mother since he was a child, grew up and lost his father, unconsciously regarded these old people as the sustenance of his family affection.

And now ....

In the midst of Polpo's call, the familiar voices of the old people came into Bugarati's ears again:

"Yes, is it Bugarati?"

"A group of strangers caught us together and forced us to call you..."

"Bugalati, are you in trouble?"

"I..."

Bugarati's face became extremely ugly.

And Porpo didn't even give him a chance to talk to these old men, so he hung up the phone:

"You don't need me to explain the situation, do you?"

"I've done a lot of kidnapping tickets before, you should know that I never show mercy."

"Mr. Porpo..."

Bugarati clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, he looked at Polpo without a trace of respect for his past boss in his eyes: "What you are doing now is too much." ”

"Don't be naïve."

Polpo smiled disdainfully:

"You have to stand on the corpse of an enemy to say such a beautiful thing."

"Now? Let's do your multiple-choice questions first! ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the traffic lights and telephone poles at the intersection of the bridgehead, so that Bugarati and the others could see the dense monitoring on it:

"There are quite a few surveillance cameras here."

"In other words, everything that happens at this intersection will be displayed on my computer in real time."

As he spoke, Polpo showed a laptop that was displaying real-time surveillance footage in front of Bugarati and the others:

"I'll leave now—yes, you guys' abilities are too dangerous, I don't want to stand in front of you."

"Hopefully, after I'm gone, you'll be able to stay here for a full ten minutes before leaving."

"Otherwise... There is no need for those old guys to exist. ”

Polpo smiled slightly, and a chill was on his fat face.

Then, without waiting for Bugarati to say anything more, he slowly rolled up the window and ordered the driver to drive away without looking back.

The giant Humvee spewed black smoke and rumbled.

But Bugarati and the others did not dare to pursue.

They could only watch as Polpool walked away, trapped like prisoners at the empty bridgehead junction.

"That's right!"

Polpo suddenly rolled down the window again, turned around and shouted twice:

"Black Sabbath is here, you can have fun with it for ten minutes."

"But remember, don't go out of the surveillance range when you're 'playing', not for a second."

As soon as the words fell...

The Black Sabbath, which had been standing in place like a wooden man, suddenly came into action.

It was like a lump of salt thrown into the water, quickly "melting" in the shadows of the building.

The black cloak turned into a dark shadow, enveloping its "vanished" body, and disappeared into the shadows without a sound.

The humanoid stand-in was gone.

There was only a black shadow that was difficult to see with the naked eye, moving rapidly in the dim shadows.

In just a few breaths, it moved a few meters in the shadows, straight into the crevices of the scrapped car.

Bugarati and the others were still sitting in the car, and they hadn't had time to get out yet.

The "shadow" was like a tiger entering a wolf pack, and immediately bit one of the easiest sheep to bite:

"Ahhh

Misda let out a scream.

In the shadows beneath his seat, two of Bai Sensen's arms suddenly stretched out, gripping his legs like iron pincers.

The force from those hands was terrifying, and just for a moment of pinching, Misda felt like her calf bones were about to be pinched and broken by the enemy.

"In the shadows... A hand stretched out? ”

Misda was horrified by this strange scene, and tried to break free but couldn't.

But Bugara reacted when he mentioned it:

"Get off the train and stand in the sun!"

As he ordered his companions to get out of the car and avoid danger, he summoned his own chain fingers:

"Ali Ali Ali Ali!"

After a burst of blue fist shadows, a long zipper was punched into the roof of the car.

The zipper opens in an instant with a crisp and coherent sliding sound, and the originally sealed roof opens a "sunroof".

Blazing sunlight poured through the cracks in the zipper and shone on the arms that peeked out of the shadows.

This black Sabbath touches the sun, like fat touching hot oil:

There was a strange sound in the white smoke, as if it was going to melt away in the next second.

It immediately withdrew its arms in the scorching sunlight and shrank back into the shadows that had not been touched by the sun.

"Let's go!"

Bugarati fled with Misda.

But they can't move as fast as the stand-in who can move through the shadows.

The two had barely escaped from the car, and before they could separate their shadows from the car's shadows, the black Sabbath entangled itself like maggots on tarsal bones.

Misda didn't have time to react, so he was pushed out by Bugarati.

Bugarati pushes him into the sun, but he falls under the attack of the Black Sabbath.

It has already infiltrated Bugarati's shadow, and in the next second, it will emerge from that shadow and deal a fatal blow to its prey.

"Bugarati!"

Moved and worried, Misda shouted at Bugarati, who sacrificed himself to save others.

The mustard that was hostile to each other at the first sight has long since dissipated, and all that is left in my heart is emotion.

"Don't panic."

Bugarati's situation was not as tragic as Misda had imagined.

He stepped out of the way, fleeing into the sunlight with his shadow hiding the enemy's stand-in.

Ordinary people can't change their shadow at will, but Bugarati can.

Just as Black Sabbath was about to attack from the shadows, Bugarati suddenly turned to face the sun and ordered the chained fingers to attack his own body.

In the next moment, a long zipper appeared on Bugarati's chest.

The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the zipper, and the black Sabbath that had just peeked out of his head burned and wailed in the shadow behind Bugarati.

It instinctively wanted to run away, but Bugarati's shadow had separated from the shadow of cars and buildings.

And at this time...

The steel chain fingers took advantage of the enemy's pain and difficulty in moving, and quickly removed Bugarati's legs with zippers.

Bugalati's body and legs are separated like this, and so is the shadow.

Large chunks of the body were carried away by the chained fingers, while the legs, which had a limited shadow area, collapsed to the ground after losing control of their center of gravity.

The black Sabbath, trapped in the shadow of that cramped leg, could no longer hide from the sun.

It wailed and screamed in the sun, and in an instant it melted away as quickly as spring snow meets the sun.

"Ahh

Misda looked at it in a daze: "This is gone?" ”

"This stand-in... Is it so easy to deal with? ”

"Whew..."

Bugarati sighed deeply:

"Black Sabbath's ability is to sneak in the shadows, and its weakness is sunlight."

"If you know this information beforehand, there are indeed many ways to deal with it."

"But... That doesn't mean we can beat Polpo. ”

"Huh?"

Misda, who doesn't know anything about stand-ins, is very puzzled:

"Doesn't it mean that if the stand-in dies, the body will die with it?"

"Not necessarily."

"Black Sabbath is a 'remote self-operated double', which can move automatically away from the main body, and cannot be freely controlled by the main body, but it does not share perception and injuries with the main body."

"So, even if you get rid of the stand-in, Polpo will be fine."

"And...."

Bugarati looked at the surveillance camera hanging above his head, and said helplessly:

"In fact, it's useless to solve the stand-in."

"As long as the body still has energy, Porpo can re-summon the Black Sabbath at any time."

"And he's monitoring us remotely through monitoring, killing one, and it won't be long before another one comes in."

Saying, it didn't take long....

As if he had some skill for words, in the shadows of the buildings of the street, a black Sabbath with an intact appearance soon came out.

"W-What?"

Misda froze instantly:

"The guy named Polpo has run away in a car, and we can't find his body at all."

"Not only that... There is no way to solve the problem of hostages, and even if we can find the main body, we will not dare to leave! ”

He clenched his pistol tightly, and his head ached:

"If it's useless to kill the stand-in..."

"Isn't that invincible?"

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PS: Stand-in panel.

Stand-in name - "Black Sabbath"

Ontology – Porpo

Destructive power: E

Speed: A

Range Range: A

Persistence: A

Precision of action: E

Growth: E

Ability: Long-range automatic operation type double, can only move in the shadows and can not enter a particularly small shadow, although the destructive power is only E, but when in the shadows, the suppression force can reach A, and the strength and speed are greatly increased. The weakness is sunlight.