A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

"Ichi...Maru Gin..."

The captain of the [-]th division Aizen Soyousuke had a complex dark complexion on his face, as if he was feeling regret and anger for his momentary carelessness.

Whether it was Ichimaru Gin's choice of timing, or using Chen Qingcheng to divert his attention, all of this looked like a huge conspiracy that had been prepared long ago.

Lanran's lips fluttered, and she squirmed slightly as if she wanted to say something, but unfortunately she couldn't do it anymore, she could only open her unwilling eyes, swayed back and fell heavily on the ground.

thump......

The captain of the [-]th squad, Aizen Soyousuke, was killed by the captain of the [-]rd squad, Ichimaru Gin, in a sneak attack in the [-]th squad.

This man with elegant temperament fell to the ground with gloomy and dead eyes. More than 90.00% of his chest, a large area of ​​organs, bones and flesh, were all dissolved and hollowed out by that force. The way of death can be called extremely miserable.

Gollum...  

A trace of warm blood remained, splashing on the faces of the two people next to them. Whether it was the sticky touch or the bloody smell reverberating in their noses, it was undoubtedly telling them that everything that happened before their eyes was a It is a fact of real existence!

The captain of the Fifth Division is really dead!

And the person who killed him was actually the captain of the thirteenth team of Gotei, the captain they first met, the captain of the third team, Ichimaru Gin!

Oops!

Barton and Constantine's faces were pale, and they knew that something was up for them!

In this situation, even a fool would know that since the other party dared to kill a captain-level god of death in front of them, they must be ready to wipe out the roots.

As for the two of them, as the only witnesses on the scene, their fate will not be much better, and they will be killed by Ichimaru Gin 100%.

Fake!

Barton cursed secretly in his heart, he was so unlucky, they could encounter such things, and their luck was even lower than Fury's winning a lottery ticket!

This... is this dead?

Constantine's eyes were a little dazed, as if he couldn't accept this fact, but after seeing Aizen's death, he had to force himself to accept it.

Maybe...his instincts were wrong.

This humble and elegant captain is not a liar who is good at hiding and disguising himself as he guessed, and there is no conspiracy against them. He is really just a relatively simple, kind-hearted captain.

No matter what the truth is...

Aizen Soyousuke is dead, and Constantine can almost conclude that this is definitely not a fake death, but a real and complete death.

The bloody smell in the air, the salty smell splashed into the mouth, the warm blood falling on the skin, and the tragic corpse in front of him undoubtedly confirmed this point!

"Come on, we've all been tricked!"

"All of this is his trap, and we have become his accomplices!"

Constantine's heart sank, and with his quick thinking, he immediately realized that this was a trap.

And the person who set up this trap is the murderer who killed Aizen in front of him, the captain of the third division—Gin Ichimaru!

This man, who was as cold as a poisonous snake, took advantage of the turmoil caused by them to remove all the gods of death in the fifth team, and then seized this opportunity to appear, disturbing Aizen's mood with words, and finally made a sneak attack to kill him with one blow.

clap clap clap...

Ichimaru Yin listened quietly, then applauded, smiled and said: "It seems that you are not that stupid, but now I know, it is too late, Mr. Misfortune."

It is indeed too late.

From the moment they saw Aizen being killed, their fate had already been decided. The big problem they had to face now was how to escape from Ichimaru Gin's hands.

Barton and Constantine looked at each other, feeling unspeakable bitterness in their hearts. One of them cheated the other once, and they were considered brothers and sisters.

"Now...it's your turn."

Ichimaru Gin's cheek was stained with blood, and the corner of his lips curled into a familiar arc. His expression was obviously smiling, but there was an indescribable coldness that made people feel extremely palpitating.

Quick... figure it out!

It must be possible, hurry up and figure it out!

Constantine was sweating coldly on his forehead, and a storm suddenly blew up in his mind, analyzing all possible best ways to escape, and trying to find the one with the highest success rate.

Barton's breathing became short of breath, his temples were bulging, and his eyes kept wandering around, trying to find a direction to escape.

"I'll give you ten seconds~"

Ichimaru Gin's slow tone was like the death knell ringing, pressing on the nerves of the two of them at all times.

This man is a cunning and cunning demon, admiring these desperate human beings who are still struggling for hope.

Like prey bitten by a poisonous snake, they watched themselves being strangled, suffocated little by little, and slowly died in despair and pain.

Just rush out?

No...absolutely not!

With the speed of the captain-level god of death, I'm afraid their heads would have fallen to the ground before they stepped out of this room.

unless......

Using one person to stay as a bait, and let the other person wait for an opportunity to escape, this may buy a little time!

But in this way, [-]% of those who choose to stay as bait will die.

no solution anymore......

Constantine's eyes froze. Among all the methods he could think of, this method is the only one, and it is the most feasible one!

And even if this is the case, the success rate will not exceed 30%, basically it can be said to be very slim, but they have no choice.

"It's time~"

Ten seconds passed in a flash, Ichimaru Gin held the short knife, walked towards the nervous two with a smile, and said calmly, "Have you thought about how to escape?"

"Of course!"

Constantine let out a low growl, his spiritual power erupted in the soles of his feet, and his whole body was like a flash of lightning, leaving Barton behind, turning his head and hitting the wall next to him.

boom--

The wall collapsed.

Constantine took a stride and fled into the night without any hesitation.

Falk, am I sold? !

When Barton saw this scene, he froze in place for a few seconds. It seemed that he did not expect Constantine to abandon him so resolutely.

"Hehe~ A very decisive choice."

Ichimaru Gin smiled slightly, but then there was a cold glow in his eyes: "Abandoning my companions to attract me, and choosing to escape at the first time, this method is indeed good, but unfortunately it is useless to me."

Constantine, who had just escaped less than 100 meters, suddenly felt a sharp wind blowing into his ears from behind.

When he hurriedly looked back, he saw a cold silver blade light gradually occupying his pupils.

Scoff -! ! !

One pupil was full of astonishment, and the head with messy blond hair was thrown high into the air at the moment when the silver blade light passed by.

"First."

Under the night, the cold voice, accompanied by the white feathers, danced in the breeze.

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight in the sky, a thin and well-proportioned figure floated to the ground, with the disheveled silver hair slightly undulating, revealing a cold smile on the corner of his lips.

Constantine's headless body fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, and hit the ground heavily.

"Well...it's your turn."

Ichimaru Gin put the knife back into its sheath, and turned to look at the people in the house.

However, upon seeing this, his complexion became a little subtle, and his squinted eyes opened slightly, revealing a touch of astonishment.

The person in the house...has disappeared!

Where the man was, there was a dummy that looked like a bundle of straw.

On the face of the straw dummy, a smear of bright red blood outlined a strange smile that was almost mocking.

The spiritual pressure he felt came from this straw dummy.