"Na, Naranga?!"

Polpo exclaimed.

The driver and bodyguard in the front seat also reacted instantly.

They subconsciously wanted to point their guns at Naranga, who was clinging to them outside the car window, but no matter how fast these ordinary people were, they couldn't be as fast as Naranga's aviation smith.

The seemingly innocuous "toy plane" only turned its nose slightly, and before the two men could draw their guns and move, it fired a dazzling flash of fire at their heads.

The powerful miniature bullets easily shattered the window glass of the car, blasting a row of black holes in the heads of the two guys.

Splashes of glass, sprayed blood mist, and splattered onto Porpo's fat face.

Before Polpo's sluggish and bloated body could react, Naranga manipulated his double and pointed his gun firmly at him.

Looking at the aviation smith in front of him, who was almost about to slap the muzzle of his gun into his fat face, a thin layer of sweat immediately broke out on Porpo's fleshy forehead.

He looked at Naranga, who was leaning on Bugarati on the surveillance screen, and then looked at the Naranga in front of him who was pointing the muzzle of a stand-in at him:

"How is that possible... You... You're right there! ”

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

Naranga stared at Polpo and explained in a cold tone:

"It's just a shell."

"It's a dummy that Giorno cloned out of my blood, it has no soul at all, not even a complete human structure, just a shell that seems to be the same as mine."

"And my real body has already escaped through the zipper opened by the steel chain finger on the ground, hidden in the sewer."

"Clone? Dummy"

Polpo was confused: "Can it still be like this?" ”

There's no way, Giorno himself has just unlocked this "human-making" ability, and of course he can't grasp this key information.

But no matter how ridiculous the truth is, Porpo now has to face that cold reality.

But he, like all dead villains, desperately tried to figure out what had just happened:

"No... Wrong! ”

"I've thought about everything in advance... With such a long distance, even if you do escape the surveillance area, you won't be able to find me! ”

Polpo is well aware that Naranga's Aerosmith has a range of only 50 meters, and its detection range of sensing carbon dioxide concentrations is no more than 100 meters.

And he had clearly kept a safe distance of a full kilometer beforehand, why could Naranga be able to find this place accurately in the first place?

"Mr. Porpo."

"You're really stupid..."

For a rare time, Naranga showed a mocking smile with an overwhelming IQ in front of others:

"Is it that staying in prison for a long time has degraded your brain?"

"Look at this car sitting under your ass... Such a large displacement of the Big Mac Hummer, but it is very, very unenvironmentally friendly. ”

"I can smell the huge amount of carbon dioxide emitted by this car when driving on the road!"

Polpo's expression was momentarily glazed.

He hadn't been out of the house in years, and he had forgotten how different his car was.

The neighborhood had long since been deserted by the previous "biochemical attack", and there were hardly any other cars passing by on the street.

And the exhaust of his giant Humvee is full of strength, and the carbon dioxide is like ice fog on a winter morning, floating on the road for a long time.

"Actually, that's how it is..."

Porpo's fat face was covered with beads of sweat.

At this moment, his Black Sabbath was still confronting Bugarati and the others a kilometer away.

It was too late to summon the stand-in back to him for protection, and he could only face the stand-in aerosmith like a lamb to the slaughter.

But after all, Porpo is an underworld boss who has gone through countless ups and downs.

Although he was caught off guard by this succession of changes, he quickly broke free from the instinctive panic of the human being:

"Naranga, your performance is indeed unexpected."

"But don't forget..."

He adjusted his breathing slightly, and his voice grew calm, indifferent, and threatening.

If you just listen to the tone, others may think that it is Polpo who has the upper hand now:

"Those old guys are still in my hands!"

"Haha... To be on the safe side, I've already told my men. ”

"If you don't get my call in ten minutes, they'll send those useless old guys to heaven."

"That is—" Polpo moved his huge head towards the muzzle of Aerosmith's gun as if defiantly, "if you kill me now, those old fellows will die with them!" ”

"You?!"

Naranga's body shuddered.

He didn't seem to expect Porpo to be so insidious and shameless, and even his body trembled with anger.

"What, do you still want to kill me?"

Polpo seized the initiative and made timely concessions:

"Naranga, make a choice!"

"Do you want to kill me to vent your anger, or do you want to let me go and save those old guys?"

"I..."

Naranga clenched his fists tightly and hesitated for a long time before asking in a difficult tone:

"Porpo, what do you mean... As long as I release you, you will keep your promise and release those people too? ”

"That's right."

Polpo took out his mobile phone and said very seriously:

"As long as you let me out of here, I'll call and release me immediately."

His tone was faintly hurried, as if urging the confused Naranga to make a decision quickly.

And Naranga's decision was:

"Mr. Polpo, you're ready to go."

"Huh?"

Polpo was slightly stunned.

In the next moment, a dazzling fire bloomed in front of his eyes.

Dense bullets rained down on you like a gale.

Porpo's mountain-sized body trembled violently, and soon collapsed weakly in the pool of blood.

"For... Why? ”

"You... You guys... Don't want the lives of those old guys? ”

Polpo said dumbfoundedly.

However, he has not lived to the moment when the answer is revealed.

Naranga just glanced at Polpo casually, then opened the car door and picked up the phone from his corpse.

Then, he dialed Bugarati's mobile number.

The mobile phone was a disposable mobile phone that Bugalati had hidden in the escape car in advance, so he didn't have to worry about being bugged for the time being.

After learning that Porpo was dead, Bugarati and the others immediately left the bridgehead intersection and rushed to this side.

"Naranga!"

Bugarati didn't even bother to look at Porpo's body, and as soon as they met, he asked eagerly:

"Did Polpo get his phone?"

"Got it." Naranga shook the blood-stained mobile phone: "The communication record is still on it, and you can contact the subordinates who are responsible for kidnapping tickets by clicking on the replay." ”

"Very well, but what about the 'material'?"

"The 'materials' have also been collected, and they must be enough."

"That's good."

Bugarati sighed slightly, and then set his expectant gaze on Apaki.

Apachi did not procrastinate, and immediately stepped forward and replayed in melancholy blues what Porpo had said before his death:

“.......”

"Do you want to kill me to vent your anger, or do you want to let me go and save those old guys?"

"That's right."

"As long as you let me out of here, I'll call and release me immediately."

After some preparation...

Apache took Polpo's cell phone and dialed it, and put it to Melancholy Blues' lips.

Soon, the call came through:

"Boss Polpo, what's the instructions?"

Melancholy Blues instantly adjusted the "playback progress", and two words were cut out from what Polpo said, "I'll call and release people immediately";

"Let go."

"Huh?" The subordinates confirmed with a little doubt: "Boss, are you just letting people go?" ”

Melancholy Blues pulls the progress bar again.

It's like the UP master of station B who is good at making ghost animal videos, and he forcibly cut out a few words from what Polpo said, and finally spelled it into a smooth and complete sentence:

"That's right."

"Let go... Those old guys. ”

"Yes!"

The number is Porpo's, and the sound is Porpo's.

Although the tone of "Mr. Polpo" was a bit strange, the subordinates on the other end of the phone did not dare to question the order of the underworld boss after all:

"We'll release them now."

The phone hung up.

The melancholy blues stopped replaying, and the innocent citizens on the other end of the line were released.

It was only then that Bugalati was in the mood to set his sights on Porpo.

"Those innocent old people shouldn't be involved."

Looking at the dead former boss, Bugarati did not have a trace of regret in his eyes at all:

"Mr. Porpo."

"You've gone too far now."

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