Chapter 119 Magic Show
Bucciarati stood cautiously under the sunlight, confronting Black Sabbath who stood in the shadows, and looking across at Polpo who was hiding behind the surveillance camera.
Polpo did not show up again, and Black Sabbath could not attack due to the sunlight, but the current situation was not friendly to Bucciarati and his team at all:
"what to do?"
"Are we just going to waste time here?"
Fugo was the first to break the silence and put this cruel question in front of everyone:
"Bucciarati, you should know that although Mr. Polpo values his promises, he never talks about chivalry with his enemies."
"They said we can leave safely after just ten minutes... This is obviously a delaying tactic. If we really wait here for ten minutes, once the organization's reinforcements arrive, we'll be dead!"
"That's right."
From a rational perspective, Apache echoed the analysis:
"Not only that, Li Qing's current condition is also very dangerous."
"If we don't go to support him in time, he will most likely be killed by the boss hiding nearby..."
"I see!"
Bucciarati's voice trembled slightly:
How could he not have thought of what Fugo and Apache said?
However, it must be said that Polpo found his weakness.
On one side is the safety of himself and his companions, and on the other side are the lives of dozens of innocent elderly people. This choice is too difficult to make.
"Sacrificing other people's consciousness?"
"Mr. Polpo, you were still giving me a lesson at the end..."
Bucciarati pursed his lips tightly, with an expression that showed an unconcealable pain:
"That's right... Whether it's the soldiers who participate in the war or the civilians who are affected, they are just bargaining chips that can be sacrificed in the war. If you want to achieve the final victory and create that beautiful world, you can't avoid death and blood."
"As long as we make some 'necessary sacrifices', we can easily overcome the obstacles and move forward."
"but…"
The confusion on his face gradually turned into determination, and Bucciarati's will remained the same:
"I refuse!"
"I, Bruno Bucciarati, never like to take the easy path!"
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While Black Sabbath stayed at the bridgehead intersection to deal with the enemy, the cautious Polpo had already escaped a full kilometer away in the giant Hummer.
Only after the main body was completely away from the enemy did Polpo feel at ease to ask the driver to park the car on the side of the road. Then he sat leisurely in the luxurious carriage, eating bananas and drinking tea comfortably, while staring at the computer screen and remotely monitoring the battlefield one kilometer away.
“They seem to be talking…”
"Are you talking about something, discussing counterattack tactics, or arguing over that 'multiple choice question' ?"
Polpo watched Bucciarati and others' every move very vigilantly.
The surveillance camera can only capture images but cannot record sound.
However, although he could not hear the content of the conversation between Bucciarati and others, Polpo could still see with relief that Bucciarati and others had not taken any action so far.
They still stood stiffly under the sunlight, trapped in the invisible prison.
until…
A cloud floated in the sky.
The cloud floated neither fast nor slow, and as it passed by the sky, it happened to cast its shadow on the ground, at this intersection.
The floating cloud shadows and the shadows of the buildings overlapped and instantly blocked most of the originally large area of direct sunlight at the intersection.
"oh?"
Polpo laughed playfully across the screen:
"It's going to be a good show."
Black Sabbath didn't attack just now because of the sunlight blocking their way, but now the sunlight was temporarily blocked by the clouds in the sky, almost turning the entire intersection into a realm of shadow.
In other words, Black Sabbath is about to take action.
Polpo immediately turned his slightly expectant gaze to the surveillance screen on the computer.
But... he actually couldn't see this battle between the substitutes.
Because what he is watching now is the surveillance footage, and the surveillance camera is not a stand-in user, it cannot capture the stand-ins that are condensed by spiritual energy.
At this point, Polpo couldn't even see his own Black Sabbath.
However, even so, he could infer the battle situation from the movements and expressions of Bucciarati and others:
First, the moment the clouds blocked the sunlight, Bucciarati and others subconsciously jumped backwards to avoid it.
Apparently, that was Black Sabbath having gotten back into action.
It moved freely in the shadows that had doubled in size, chasing its prey like a hungry wolf on the prairie under a moonlit night.
Soon, the panicked look on Fugo's face told Polpo that he was the first prey targeted by Black Sabbath.
In this vast shadow, he had nowhere to hide and could only watch the monster in the shadow pounce on him.
But, at this moment...
"Fugo!!"
Narancia let out a roar that was obvious from the shape of his mouth. Then he pushed his companions away without hesitation and stood in front of Black Sabbath.
As a remote-controlled stand-in, Black Sabbath's intelligence is not very high.
He will not specifically target a target to attack, but will only prioritize attacking the mission target closest to him.
As a result, the selfless Naranja immediately replaced his companions and was entangled by the Black Sabbath lurking in the shadows.
It leaned out from the shadows and clamped Narancia's legs with its arms that contained tremendous strength.
Narancia immediately lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
His legs were instantly , and Polpo could hear the sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing through the screen.
"Naranja!"
Everyone let out a heart-wrenching roar.
Bucciarati, Giorno, and Fugo, three companions with power-type Stands, immediately sprinted forward.
They each summoned their own Stand, and had Steel Chain Fingers, Golden Experience, and Purple Smoke attack at the same time, to pull and stop the Black Sabbath that was leaning out of the shadows.
However, even in a three-on-one situation, Black Sabbath's shadow-enhanced power could hold its own.
It was playing a tug-of-war with the three substitutes, a wrestling match using Narancia's body as the "rope".
Narancia's legs were almost broken by the wrestling, and blood gushed out.
Seeing this situation, the weak Apache could only leap forward and let his Melancholy Blues help out to do his part.
certainly…
From Polpo's perspective, he could only see four men standing shoulder to shoulder, yelling at the air with distorted faces.
However, this funny scene did not make him laugh, but instead made him feel very alert.
Because the surveillance was blocked.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the four people, Bucciarati, Giorno, Fugo and Abbaccio, who came forward to rescue people, formed a human screen, blocking Narancia tightly outside .
Polpo could only see the bloodstains spreading on the ground, but could not see Narancia's body.
"One second... two seconds... three seconds... four seconds... Narancia has been 'disappearing' from the screen for such a long time. Could it be that they want to take this opportunity to let Narancia escape?"
"No... the blood is still flowing far away, which means that Naranja's injured body must still be there."
Polpo was like a spectator watching a magic show, trying hard to search for every possible loophole in the picture.
However, what disappointed and relieved him was...
After "disappearing" from the surveillance screen for more than 5 seconds, Narancia appeared again on Polpo's computer screen.
At this time, the clouds had already drifted away from the sky.
The sun shines again, and Black Sabbath, who was wrestling with their doubles such as Steel Chain Fingers, melts away.
Bucciarati and others achieved a brief victory.
However, Narancia's legs had been crushed in the painful stalemate just now.
He lay dying in a pool of blood, his eyes empty and numb, as if he had lost his mind in the pain.
"It was indeed he himself."
Polpo carefully observed Naranja's condition and confirmed that this was not a trick:
His body was still shaking and his wounds were still bleeding, so it was obvious that he was alive.
Not to mention, the surveillance cameras can't capture the stand-in at all.
Even the blues, which could perfectly reproduce the gestures of others, could not fool the machine's eyes.
Moreover, even if they could really disappear from the surveillance like magic, they would not be able to find Polpo who was hiding a kilometer away.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is absolutely safe now.
"very good…"
Polpo nodded with satisfaction, his eyes still fixed on the surveillance screen.
And what happened next was pretty much :
Bucciarati and others helped the injured Narancia up, and then carefully hid under the sunlight, not daring to move or leave.
Soon, the third Black Sabbath sent by Polpo also arrived at the scene, standing in the shadows and confronting them.
"That's right, just stay here obediently!"
Polpo felt more and more confident of winning.
However, due to his understanding of Bucciarati, his old subordinate, he still did not let his guard down.
He stared at the computer screen intently, taking in every move of Bucciarati and others.
Time passed by minute by minute in this silent and tense confrontation.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Polpo was so engrossed in watching the surveillance video that he didn't even notice what was happening around him.
Until then...
Bang bang bang!
Someone knocked hard on his car door.
"who?!"
Polpo raised his head as if he had just woken up and looked out the car window.
Outside the car window there was only a young man's angry face and a "toy plane" pointing a miniature machine gun at his chest.
"Mr. Polpo."
Naranja's forehead was dripping with sweat and his eyes were burning with anger:
"I found you."
