Diablo was furious.

No matter who it is, it will definitely not be very good to hear a "fortune teller" shouting that he "will have a bloody disaster within three days".

And what Diablo was really angry about was that although he didn't want to admit it, he really believed Scollybee's nonsense about "fate".

Because he has always been a man who believes in fate.

More than ten years ago, when Diablo was just an ordinary serial killer, he once met a soothsayer named Enya's grandmother in Egypt, and got a prediction and a prophecy from her:

"You will be the emperor hidden in the darkness."

"Light and darkness, surface and inside, as long as this secret exists for a day, the death of others will continue to bring you happiness... Your glory will never fail. ”

This prediction has clearly come true.

Diablo has also been careful to hide his true identity, following the trajectory carved by fate, enjoying the inexhaustible glory in the dark.

But now...

According to this mysterious stand-in messenger, he seems to have become an outcast of fate.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

Diablo roared in a low voice:

"I don't believe... You must be trying to talk nonsense and try to interfere with my mind! ”

"Does that make sense?"

Scollybee sighed softly, "We are all just slaves of fate. ”

"Whether you resist or don't believe it, it's useless."

"Instead of deceiving yourself, it is better to accept your fate calmly, touch the "Rolling Stone", and let it bring you a painless death."

Although Scolby is now forced to turn his back to him, Diablo can still make up his eyes-

It must have been a look at the dying man, and there was a disgusting pity in it.

"Bastard!"

"How can the fate of my Diablo be judged by a small stone..."

He gritted his teeth, and ordered the Scarlet King to lift Skolibee and throw him to the ground in disgust.

Eventually, Diablo stepped on Scoliby's neck:

"The Stone of Destiny is it?"

"Then let me ask... Since you believe so much in the prophecy of this stone, does this stone tell you..."

"Are you going to die today?!"

"Of course." Scolby snorted softly.

Even though his neck was violently trampled at the moment, and his cheeks were already rubbing and bleeding on the ground, he still acted so calm, calm as a dead man who had lost his breath.

Scollyby didn't even struggle, but said indifferently:

"It was around eight o'clock this morning that the Rolling Stones suddenly changed.... It carved out my death! ”

"Not only did I know I was going to die, I knew how I was going to die—"

"I would have been shot through the heart and would have bled to death."

“.......”

When encountering this kind of guy who is not afraid of death, and has already regarded himself as a dead man, Diablo doesn't know what to say.

And Scolibee continued:

"I knew I was destined to die, but I still managed to refuse the euthanasia of Rolling Stone."

"Because at that time, the Rolling Stone not only carved my death, but also sensed the fate of another person, that is, you."

"I think..."

"There must be something that connects me to your fate."

"So instead of dying immediately, I followed the location of the Rolling Stone to find you, the man who was condemned to death by fate with me."

"But... I didn't think our 'connection' would be like this. ”

He smiled bitterly, but muttered to himself again:

"If I hadn't come to you, I might not have died."

"But with my character, I will definitely come to you again."

"Haha... Fate, this is fate! ”

"Enough... That's enough! ”

Diablo couldn't listen anymore.

The shackles called 'fate' faintly suffocated him:

"I don't believe it..."

"The so-called fate, can't it be changed?!"

"That's right... Hahaha..."

He suddenly laughed very wickedly:

"Scollybee, didn't you say that the fate shown by the Rolling Stone was infallible?"

"The way it foreshadows death is that you were shot through the heart, right?"

"Hahaha..."

Diablo crouched down and grabbed Scollybee's neck with his hand:

"Fate tells you to die at gunpoint, but.... Suffocation, blunt blows, piercing the chest, crushing the skull, cutting veins, peeling off the skin...."

"I can come up with a hundred tricks to kill you!"

"Come on..."

"Call out your Rolling Stone, let it predict again, and see which one I do!"

“.......”

Scollybee endured the tremendous force coming from his neck, and struggled to hold back a sentence:

"Don't bother."

"No matter what you do, I'll die at gunpoint, as Rolling Stone shows."

"The answer is incorrect."

Diablo smiled coldly:

"It seems that your "Rolling Stones" are not as effective as you say."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was ready to increase the force of his hand and strangle Scolibee to death.

However, at this moment....

"Stop!"

"Don't move!"

At the intersection of the alley, two loud shouts suddenly sounded.

It was two young policemen with loaded guns.

They received an urgent report and went here to investigate the taxi driver's death.

From their point of view, Diablo was now crushing an innocent citizen under him, and was choking the other person's neck with a murderous force.

"Stop!"

Two young policemen with guns in their hands nervously pointed at Diablo from behind:

"Pink-haired guy..."

"Get off that man!"

"Police? Damn..."Diablo didn't look back: "Is it because I just yelled twice in a gaffe that I was attracted here?" ”

"Hey!"

The two young policemen behind him continued to scold:

"If we don't stop, we're going to shoot!"

"Wait..."

One of the police officers suddenly discovered something:

"Pink hair... This guy... This guy is the madman who just killed the taxi driver and ran away, right?! ”

"Fire, shoot!"

Realizing that he was facing a psychopathic murderer, the young policeman immediately pulled the trigger a little out of control.

In the smoke of gunpowder, bullets came out of the chamber.

The sound of the gunfire also touched the nerves of his colleague, causing another police officer to subconsciously shoot.

Bang bang!

Two bullets, at a short distance of three or four meters, hit Diablo's back straight away.

"Damn it!"

Diablo didn't expect those two rookie cops to shoot so recklessly.

As the boss behind the umbrella of these police bosses, he would love to fire these two rookies who had seriously violated discipline with a phone call.

But now that the bullet was about to hit his back, Diablo didn't have time to think about it:

"The Crimson King!"

He had no choice but to instinctively activate the time cut.

Diablo's body instantly turned into a void independent of the timeline, and bullets passed through his body without any achievements.

Then, while the time cutting state was not over, and everyone was acting unconsciously, he walked unhurriedly towards the deeper part of the darker alley.

Eventually, the time-cutting process ends.

Diablo had completely disappeared from the eyes of the two policemen.

"Huh?"

"What about people, people?!"

The faces of the two young policemen changed at the same time: "How... How so? ”

"The pink-haired man is gone!"

"That's... So where did all our bullets go? ”

The answer is self-explanatory:

All of their bullets pierced Diablo's body and slammed into Scolby, who had been crushed under him.

Scollybee's heart was pierced through the back by a bullet, and blood gushed like a fountain, and he couldn't survive.

"Huh."

"How can this mortal weapon hurt me? I'd like to thank you for helping with this..."

Diablo in the distance instinctively got a little smug, and then ....

"Wait?!"

Diablo suddenly stopped his footsteps and turned back with difficulty:

"He.... He...."

"He was still killed by a bullet?!"

In a pool of blood, Scolby raised his head with difficulty with the last of his strength.

His eyes, which were gradually losing their brilliance, clearly wrote:

"Look, that's fate."