Chapter 118: Invisible Prison
Bucciarati was a good man.
No matter what others think, in the eyes of the old people living in the old town of Naples, Bucciarati is an undisputed good boy.
Whenever these elderly people encountered any trouble at home, Bucciarati would do his best to help.
They are even more enthusiastic than the police station and more enthusiastic than the neighborhood committee.
Over time, the old people regarded Bucciarati as their own relative.
Bucciarati, who was abandoned by his mother at a young age and lost his father when he grew up, unknowingly regarded these elderly people as the embodiment of his family affection.
And now…
During the call made by Polpo, the familiar voices of the old people once again reached Bucciarati's ears:
"Yes, is it Bucciarati?"
"A group of strangers caught us together and forced us to call you..."
"Bucciarati, are you in trouble?"
"I…"
Bucciarati's face turned extremely ugly.
Polpo didn't even give him a chance to talk to these old people and just hung up the phone:
"I don't need to explain the situation, do I?"
"I've done a lot of kidnappings before. You should know that I never show mercy."
"Mr. Polpo..."
Bucciarati clenched his fists.
At this moment, he looked at Polpo without a trace of respect for his former boss: "What you are doing now is too much."
"Don't be naive."
Polpo smiled disdainfully:
"You have to stand on the enemy's corpse to be qualified to say such nice words."
"Now? You should do your multiple-choice questions first!"
He pointed at the traffic lights and electric poles at the bridgehead intersection, allowing Bucciarati and the others to see the densely packed surveillance cameras:
“There are quite a few surveillance cameras here.”
"That is to say, everything that happens at this intersection will be displayed on my computer in real time."
As he spoke, Polpo showed a laptop computer that was displaying real-time monitoring footage in front of Bucciarati and the others:
"I'll leave now - yes, your abilities are too dangerous, I don't want to stand in front of you."
"I hope you can stay here for a full ten minutes before leaving after I leave."
"Otherwise... there would be no need for those old guys to exist."
Polpo smiled slightly, his fat face full of coldness.
Then, without waiting for Bucciarati to say anything, he slowly rolled up the window and ordered the driver to drive away without looking back.
The giant Hummer spewed out black smoke and rumbled as it moved forward.
But Bucciarati and others did not dare to pursue.
They could only watch Polpo walk away, trapped like prisoners in this empty bridge intersection.
“That’s right!”
Polpo suddenly rolled down the window again, turned around and shouted twice from a distance:
"Black Sabbath is here to stay, and you have ten minutes to have some fun with it."
"But please remember, when you are 'playing', do not step out of the surveillance range, not even for a second."
As soon as the words fell...
Black Sabbath, who had been standing still like wooden men, suddenly took action.
It was like a piece of salt thrown into the water, quickly "melting" in the shadow of the building.
The black cloak turned into a shadow, enveloping its "disappearing" body and disappearing into the shadow silently.
The human stand-in just disappeared like that.
There was only a dark shadow that was difficult to see with the naked eye, moving quickly in the dim shadow.
But in just a moment, it moved several meters in the shadow and went straight into the gap of the scrapped car.
Bucciarati and others were still sitting in the car and had no time to get out.
That "shadow" was like a tiger entering a pack of wolves, and immediately bit the most vulnerable sheep:
“Ahhhh!”
Mista let out a scream.
Two white arms suddenly stretched out from the shadow under his seat and grabbed his legs tightly like iron clamps.
The power from those hands was extremely terrifying. After being clamped for just a moment, Mista felt that his calf bones were about to be broken by the enemy.
"There's a hand reaching out from the shadow?"
Mista was horrified by this strange scene and tried to break free but couldn't.
But Bukara reacted at that moment:
"Get out of the car and stand in the sun!"
While ordering his companions to get out of the car and take shelter, he summoned his steel chain fingers:
“Ali ali ali ali!”
After a burst of blue fist shadows, a long zipper was created on the roof of the car.
The zipper was instantly opened with a crisp and continuous sliding sound, and a "skylight" was opened in the originally sealed roof.
The scorching sunlight poured through the gap in the zipper, illuminating the arms that stretched out from the shadows.
This Black Sabbath meets the sun like fat meets hot oil:
There was a strange hissing sound in the white smoke, as if it was about to melt due to the heat in the next second.
It immediately withdrew its arms under the scorching sun, and huddled down to hide in the shadows that were not illuminated by the sun.
“Go!”
Bucciarati escaped from the car with Mista.
But their movement speed is far slower than that of the stand that can move swiftly among the shadows.
The two had just escaped from the car, and before they had time to separate their shadows from the car's shadow, Black Sabbath came up again like a leech.
Before Mista could react, he was pushed out by Bucciarati.
Bucciarati pushed him into the sunlight, but he himself fell under the attack of Black Sabbath.
It had already sneaked into Bucciarati's shadow, and in the next second it would emerge from the shadow and deal a fatal blow to its prey.
"Bucciarati!"
Mista was moved and worried, and called out to Bucciarati for sacrificing himself to save others.
The hostility that had built up when we first met had long since dissipated, and all that remained in my heart was the feeling of being touched.
"Don't panic."
Bucciarati's situation was not as tragic as Mista had imagined.
He took a step forward and escaped into the sunlight with his shadow, which was a substitute for the enemy.
Ordinary people cannot change their shadows at will, but Bucciarati can.
Just as Black Sabbath was about to launch an attack from the shadows, Bucciarati suddenly turned to face the sun and ordered the steel chain fingers to attack his own body.
The next moment, a long zipper appeared on Bucciarati's chest.
The sunlight penetrated through the gap of the zipper, burning Black Sabbath, who had just shown his head in the shadow behind Bucciarati, and made him howl.
It instinctively wanted to run away, but Bucciarati's shadow had already separated from the shadows of the car and the building.
At this time…
While the enemy was in pain and unable to move, the steel chain fingers quickly zipped off Bucciarati's legs.
Bucciarati's body and legs were separated, as was his shadow.
The large body was carried away by the steel chain fingers, while the legs, which had a limited shadow area, collapsed to the ground after losing control of their center of gravity.
Trapped in the shadow of that narrow leg, Black Sabbath could no longer hide from the sun.
It howled and screamed in the sunlight, and in an instant it melted away quickly like spring snow in the sun.
"Ah, ah?"
Mista was stunned for a moment: "That's it?"
"This stand-in... is it so easy to deal with?"
"call…"
Bucciarati sighed deeply:
"Black Sabbath's strength is their ability to stalk the shadows, their weakness is the sun."
"If we knew this information in advance, there would be many ways to deal with it."
"But... this doesn't mean we can defeat Polpo."
"ah?"
Mista, who knew nothing about Stands, was very confused :
"Don't they say that if the substitute dies, the original body will die as well?"
"uncertain."
"Black Sabbath is a 'remote automatic stand'. This type of stand can move autonomously away from the main body. It cannot be freely controlled by the main body, but it will not share perceptions and injuries with the main body."
"So, even if the Stand is eliminated, the real Polpo will be fine."
"and…"
Bucciarati looked at the surveillance camera hanging above his head and said helplessly:
"In fact, there is no point in solving the double problem."
"As long as the main body still has energy, Polpo can summon Black Sabbath again at any time."
"And he is currently monitoring our situation remotely through surveillance. If we kill one, it won't be long before a new one appears."
Not long after that...
As if there was some kind of magical power that made its words come true, from the shadows of the buildings on the street, a Black Sabbath with an intact appearance soon walked out.
"W-what?"
Mista was stunned for a moment:
"That guy named Polpo has already escaped by car. We can't find him at all."
"Not only that... the hostage issue cannot be resolved. Even if we can find the real body, we dare not leave!"
He gripped the pistol tightly, his head aching:
"If killing the double doesn't work..."
"Isn't that invincible?"
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PS: Stand-in panel.
Alternate name: [Black Sabbath]
Body——Polpo
Destructive power: E
Speed: A
Range: A
Sustainability: A
Movement precision: E
Growth: E
Ability: Long-distance automatic stand, can only move in the shadows and cannot enter particularly small shadows. Although the destructive power is only E, the suppression power can reach A when in the shadows, and the strength and speed are greatly increased. The weakness is sunlight.
