A minute earlier, Fogg and Naranga had been battling Gachu to the death in the bar.

Meanwhile, on another street, also near the station, Misda is hurrying back with a bucket of ice cream.

He also shoulders the mission of finding ice cubes and returning to Li Qing.

Misda, on the other hand, ran out a kilometer outside the station alone, and although he couldn't find the ice, he found a dessert shop with ice cream on the side of the road in time.

Ice cream also has the effect of lowering body temperature, which is a lifesaver that they desperately need now.

Time is of the essence and there is no room for delay, and in the past few days, Misda has gradually become accustomed to the kind of life that comes and goes, comes and goes like the wind, and is not limited by the mundane.

So, after seeing the ice cream in the shop through the window, he slammed open the door of the dessert shop without saying a word, and then slammed open the counter under the stunned gaze of the clerks, picked up a bucket of ice cream and turned around and disappeared into the street.

It could be Misda grabbing... The borrowing was so aggressive that there was no one to stop him from carrying the ice cream.

He was also happy to save trouble, and the whole process of transportation did not speak or conflict, and it was over in a few seconds.

Soon, Misda hurried out of the street with the bucket of ice cream.

The ice cream in the bucket was bubbling with a sweet chill, which made him feel cold and finally calm down at the same time:

"It's coming... There is also more than half a kilometer of road. ”

"I'll be able to go back with the ice cream right away, and let everyone enter the station to rescue Li Qing."

With such urgency, Misda's pace couldn't help but quietly speed up a little.

And at this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

Then came a cry full of anger and emotion:

"Stop!"

"You ice cream thief, stop!"

As he spoke, a young man chased after him in a fit of rage.

"Huh? Is it the employee of that dessert shop? ”

"Ahh What a hassle..."

Misda frowned tightly, but her running didn't slow down in the slightest.

Running back to the train station was his first priority now, and he didn't have the skills to deal with the dessert clerk who didn't know when he would catch up.

So Misda not only did not stop confronting the owner, but also ran faster and faster like a real thief.

"Bastard! You filthy rat in the sewers! ”

"Don't try to take the ice cream away!"

The man chasing behind him didn't retreat as Misda expected.

He even chased faster and faster in that angry roar, and soon approached not far behind Misda.

Hearing the footsteps behind him that were getting clearer and closer, Misda finally couldn't run away with peace of mind:

"It's just a bucket of ice cream, as for being so desperate?"

"I've never encountered such a brainless before..."

"Oh... That's right... I was in such a hurry to get the ice cream that I forgot to go through the process. ”

Misda suddenly thought that he had indeed skipped some key steps when borrowing the supplies, and had not used reasonable means of communication to appease the owner's emotions.

Thinking of this, he would waste a little time as soon as possible, but in order to save unnecessary trouble, he still stopped as the chaser wished.

"I advise you not to chase it."

"Human life is at stake, I have an urgent need for this ice cream."

Shaking the revolver he had just forgotten to pull out in the shop, Misda persuaded in a serious manner.

After seeing such a persuasive method, the average person will not continue to struggle with a bucket of ice cream.

But what caught Misda off guard was that what he met this time was not an ordinary person, but a stunned person:

"Guns? Who to scare! ”

"You're going to kill me—you're going to kill me, come on!"

The man swore and walked up to Misda's gun.

His face was full of recklessness and strength, and his voice was full of anger, and he really looked like a righteous citizen who refused to compromise with the forces of evil.

However, what is very different from this temperament is that he has a dark blue hair that looks very similar to a labor prisoner, wears a pitch-black pants, a bright red short coat, and the color scheme of the top and bottom is very fashionable and dazzling.

In addition, the red shirt studded with rivets was still wide open on a cold early spring morning, revealing a very trendy striped cloth cut-out vest inside.

The fabric was saved, neither did it have any warmth effect, nor could it stop his eight-pack abs at all.

Just dressed like this...

As soon as he appeared, he knew that he was an old stand-in messenger.

But unfortunately, Misda, like other stand-in messengers in this world, has never had the ability to distinguish the identity of others by their clothing.

So, when the inch-headed man approached aggressively, Misda still only thought of him as the clerk of the dessert shop who had chased him all the way here to retrieve the lost property.

"Hey, hey... Don't come closer! ”

Misda shook the gun in his hand, trying to pretend to be fierce and vicious to scare people away: "It's just a bucket of ice cream, do you want to die for this?!" ”

"Phew!" The inch-headed man's acting skills are very good.

He spat at Misda fiercely, and put on that stunned posture again:

"Imp... Mao didn't grow up and still learned to rob others with guns? ”

"Do you dare to shoot? No... Do you know how to shoot? ”

"I don't think you have any bullets in your gun!"

Step by step, the inch-headed man approached Misda.

As he walked forward, he rightly shouted at Misda in the tone of the owner:

"Don't scare people..."

"There's no way I'm going to let you take this bucket of ice cream with me!"

"You—" Misda's head grew a little.

He really didn't have any money on him, and it didn't work to scare people with a gun, and it was of course absolutely impossible to solve trouble by shooting.

"The money will be given back to you, you don't have to worry about it anymore!"

Misda had no choice but to prevaricate with words as she shifted her steps back.

However, seeing that he was about to run, the inch-headed man chased him more and more:

"Go back and give? Do you think I'm a fool? ”

"Stop, stop!"

Using the identity of the angry owner as a cover, the inch-headed man is getting closer and closer to Misda.

6 meters, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters....

"Don't come here!"

Misda shouted loudly, and his fingers subconsciously tightened the trigger:

"I'll shoot if I get any closer, really."

He finally sensed something was wrong.

This is because 2 meters is the attack range of most melee doubles.

Although the other party's acting skills are seamless and flawless, as an ADC with long hands and a brittle body, Misda instinctively does not want to let a stranger come close to him.

However, facing the muzzle of the black hole, the inch-headed man suddenly showed a sneer:

"Heh... Finally willing to get serious? ”

"It's late!"

At this moment, he completely tore off the disguise of an ordinary citizen on his body:

"Really... At such a critical moment, I am still worried about the lives of ordinary people... It's naïve! ”

"If you had been clever enough to kill all the strangers who tried to get close, I wouldn't have had this chance to attack you."

There was a kind of mockery and unwillingness in the inch-headed man's speech.

The faint reluctance in that tone seemed to say:

The person who can defeat the invincible boss turns out to be really the same as described in the intelligence, just this kind of guy who holds the kindness of a woman?

I knew that these stand-ins with average ability and such a naïve personality could kill the boss, and their assassination team should also have the courage to rebel earlier.

Thankfully, there's still a chance to make up for their previous carelessness:

"Little Feet!"

A humanoid stand-in with a thin body with long fingernails and a skinny monkey suddenly appeared in front of Misda.

"What an enemy?!"

Misda subconsciously wanted to shoot at him.

But the movements of the skinny humanoid double were extremely sensitive.

It first raised its hand and punched the ice cream bucket that Misda was holding tightly in his arms, and by the way, it used its slender nails as sharp as knives to instantly cut through Misda's palm.

Misda let go of her hand in pain, and the ice cream bucket was also free from the punch.

Blood splattered from the wounds on his hands, and ice cream poured forward in midair.

The inch-headed man was spilled with ice cream on his face, and the half-left ice cream bucket was smashed to the ground, gurgling out several meters away.

"Haha."

"As I said, I won't let you take this bucket of ice cream with me."

The inch-headed man licked the ice cream on the corner of his mouth, and his smile became more and more mocking.

"Damn..."

Misda's face was gloomy.

Looking at the ice cream that had been spilled on the ground, his gaze suddenly turned cold:

"Sexy pistol!"

With a sense of murderous intent, Misda instantly pulled the trigger.

Bullets whizzed out.

However, in this short moment...

In Misda's stunned gaze, the enemy in front of him was gone.

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