What should I do if there are too many black histories and people come to my door?

The sea breeze in Naples is blowing slowly, it is the sunny lunch break time, and there are not many people on the beach.

On a relatively secluded beach.

In the distance is the blue sea, and the delicate sandy beach stretches far away. There are tall palm trees planted on the embankment behind the beach. There are many sun umbrellas and benches under the palm trees. There are one or two people on the benches with their eyes closed. rest.

The sea breeze was blowing, and there was only the sound of waves rushing towards the beach. The sun was too strong at noon. This was a beach for locals to relax, and there was no one there at the moment.

A man in a colorful T-shirt walks along the embankment to the steps, and he walks down the steps to the beach.

The young man was not walking very steadily. He walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He didn't stand firm until he walked on the beach washed by the sea.

Fyodor, who was wearing a big beach hat, was a little weak: "Ah, the sun is too strong."

The sea breeze blew over his thin body, and he walked slowly towards the floating balls wrapped with ropes not far away, which were warning lines for swimming.

One part of the floating ball extends into the sea, and the other part lies across the sand.

Fyodor walked up to one of the long strings of floating balls, looked for it, and sure enough found a turtle in the sunken bunker next to one of the floating balls.

This tortoise has heat stroke.

Well, of course it was heat stroke on purpose, after all, Ivan also wanted to prevent the turtle from running away by itself.

Fyodor smiled, took out a black bag, and stuffed the turtle into the belt.

However, the moment he stood up, the sound of shooting suddenly sounded.

boom--

Fyodor's body fell forward uncontrollably, and the black bag in his hand flew out.

He was sniped? !

The moment this thought came to mind, Fyodor tried his best to turn his head to look.

Akamatsu Ryu was standing behind him!

There was an earphone hanging around Chisongliu's neck, and the sound of fighting could be faintly heard inside.

He was wearing a floral beach top and white shorts, and even carried a sun hat.

At this moment, Akamatsu Ryu was holding a gun in his hand, and smoke was coming out of the muzzle.

Fyodor: !

"Glassney..."

Blood dripped from the corner of Fyodor's mouth, his eyes widened, he looked deeply at the red pine stream in front of him, and couldn't help laughing lowly.

"Are you surprised? How did I find out here?"

Akamatsu pointed his gun at Fyodor: "You snatched the tortoise, so there is a problem. Where is the safest place for the tortoise to hide?"

"On the beach at noon, not only is there no one, the turtle can't run fast, it will only get sunstroke, so it's easy to recycle, isn't it?"

Akamatsu Ryu shot through Fyodor's lower abdomen just now, but this time he aimed at his head.

"You..." Fyodor coughed, and a lot of blood gradually flowed from his body. He understood something: "I see, no wonder, no wonder you don't care about sharing."

As long as Fyodor is killed, Pushkin will definitely untie the communist party with understanding.

So Akamatsuliu secretly went to Pushkin, hoping that he would delay the termination of the communist party, which was actually a cover.

From the very beginning, Chisong exiled Chisong, and the conflict with Corey Pine was false.

Akamatsu Ryu's real purpose is to kill Fyodor.

Fyodor didn't understand: "Why?"

He reluctantly stretched out his hand to Chisongliu, his hand was stained with blood, it was dazzling red: "Obviously, I am the one closest to you..."

I know your vision, I understand how far you can go, I even just want to be proven, why?

Chi Songliu took a few steps forward, and he picked up the turtle bag.

He still pointed the gun steadily at Fyodor.

Akamatsu said indifferently: "You won't get the answer."

"It's not that I don't tell you, but as long as you don't get a positive answer for a day, you won't get a negative answer."

"Feyya, you have a heart that feels pain."

"Ask yourself, when you despair in pain and savor this despair, are you happy? Do you enjoy it?"

Fyodor's eyes widened suddenly.

Akamatsu Ryu looked at the person in front of him, his expression became complicated and strange.

"A saint is made holy by suffering on behalf of the common people. Fei Jia, what you want to prove is never a god, but you want to prove that you are a god."

"You want to save this corrupt and dark world. The more you love human beings and want to save them, the more you hate individual human beings."

Fyodor was chasing Ryu Akamatsu, was he really chasing Ryu Akamatsu?

Or are you chasing something hidden within the fluid of the red pine?

"Fei Jia, in this world, except for me, all sins can be forgiven."

Chi Songliu's back was facing the sun, and there seemed to be a golden light shining from behind him, but in this way, it seemed that his whole body was getting darker.

"I forgive you," he said.

"As expected, so it is!"

Fyodor's face showed sincere joy.

He laughed out loud, and the pain in his body made his mind clearer.

"In fact, everyone is innocent!"

There used to be a god in the world, but now the god has fallen, no one can be redeemed, and no one can be condemned.

This is a crazy world, where all selfish behaviors of people can be forgiven, and everyone is innocent.

He laughed wildly and fell into a faint.

In the moments before he fainted, Fyodor couldn't help thinking.

If he really died, it would be lucky to die in the hands of Glasney.

But if he survives, then...

Akamatsu Ryu pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The bullet flew out, straight to Fyodor's forehead.

boom--

However, in the next second, someone's figure flashed by.

Immediately afterwards, Chisong Liu suddenly came back to his senses, and he was shocked to find a person standing beside him.

The man was wearing a white coat and a white hat. He pressed the muzzle of the gun in Ryu Akamatsu's hand with one hand, and held a bullet in the other.

There was a speedboat parked in the shallow sea. This person should have just galloped from the sea.

Damn, the waves were too big, he was so focused on talking to Fyodor that he didn't notice someone coming from the surface.

Chi Songliu's mind changed sharply, and he said in a flat tone: "Please relax, I have a personal enmity with him."

The man in the white hat stared at Chimatsuliu steadfastly, and said, "No, he has already lost his combat effectiveness. Even if it's a personal enmity, it's almost here. The rest will be handled by the police."

Akamatsu frowned, he looked into the man's eyes, and easily sensed the man's determination.

Words cannot make this person retreat, so what about force?

Akamatsu asked Hassan's father, "At that moment just now, did he snatch the bullet I fired with haste?"

Hassan's tone was a little nervous: [No, the footprints on the beach are wrong, the water flowed too fast after the footprints were printed. 】

[To fight him, I'm afraid I have to recover all illusions! 】

Chisong Liu's heart sank, he took a deep breath, and was about to speak, when suddenly the sound of a motorcycle came from the embankment not far away, and then the voice of Chuya Zhongyuan came!

"stop!"

Chisong Liu was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, Zhongyuan Zhong also flew from a distance, he descended from the sky, and lifted his foot towards the man in white.

The man in white immediately released his hand holding the gun, and took a few steps back.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood in front of Chisongliu. The suffocation on his body has not been relieved, and he looks very weak, but his momentum is still not inferior.

Immediately afterwards, Feller stopped his motorcycle and ran quickly.

"Stop it, it's your own! Don't fight!"

Akamatsu flow:? ? ?

The man in white:? ? ?

Feller ran over, panting slightly, and said, "This is His Excellency Jotaro Kujo, the boss of the SPW Foundation, and this is Mr. K, a cadre of Hong Kong gangsters. Both of them are allies of our Mathiler."

"If you want to fight, can you explain the situation first?"

It's not easy to do it if they are caught in the middle.

Akamatsu Ryu was taken aback, Kujo Jotaro?

That awesome person that Ronnie said [the grandfather of the family beat an alien, and now his grandson's boss beat a vampire]?

What did Ronnie say about Kujo Jotaro's ability?

hateful!I remembered!It's time to stop! ! !

What a nonsense ability!

No wonder Hassan felt that the footprints were wrong just now. It turned out that time had stopped, so the water flow was not right after the footprints stepped out of the hole on the beach.

It can't be beat at all.

It's really frustrating and resentful to fail at the door.

But even so, in just a second or two, Akamatsu Ryu made an extremely rational choice.

Akamatsu Rusong put away his pistol, glanced at Fyodor who was still breathing, and said to Feller: "For your sake, let's settle Chuya's affairs."

This means that he did not continue to do anything because of the face he gave Fei Le, and at the same time, Fei Le returned the favor of protecting Zhongye in the Central Plains.

After finishing speaking, Akamatsu Ryu grabbed Nakahara Chuya's arm, turned and walked towards the embankment.

"Hey?" Feller was a little puzzled, what's going on?So the big favor is gone?He still has a lot of ideas!

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't understand, so he looked at Akamatsu Ryu, then at Feller: "Mr. K?"

At the same time, a taxi came from the embankment.

Koichi Hirose, who was originally sent by Jotaro Kujo to Italy to inspect Giorno, got out of the car excitedly: "Your Excellency Kujo! You are here!"

Akamatsu Ryu pulled Nakahara Nakaya and Hirose Koichi passed by, and got into the taxi directly.

Akamatsu flowed over a handful of money and reported the location of Hong Kong Black's original Japanese material stronghold.

The driver was overjoyed. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car roared away.

Zhong Yuan was also inexplicable throughout the whole process, he whispered: "What's wrong?"

Akamatsu Ryu leaned on the car seat, took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down.

Stopped abruptly in the face of success, even if Chisongliu had a strong mind, he had to slow down.

"...It's nothing, your troubles will be over soon."

Akamatsu Ryu returned Nakahara Chuya's cell phone to him, and checked the time by the way.

"It's... 15 o'clock in the afternoon. When we get to the base, it may be 16 o'clock after we pack up. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Akamatsu Ryu asked Nakahara Chuya with a smile, the ugly and depressed look on his face just now had disappeared.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his mouth, and he said softly, "Stop laughing."

This smile is like a volcano that has been forcibly suppressed, and it makes people feel creepy just looking at it.

Chi Songliu was startled, he twitched the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes: "Then I'll rest for a while, call me when I get there."

Zhong Yuanzhong also hummed lightly, feeling annoyed in his heart.

He's not strong enough, not enough...

On the other side, Gogol looked at the empty cloak, confused.

"Hey? Strange, I clearly caught him at the time! Why did he disappear?"

Interest flashed in his eyes: "Is there something wrong with that piece of purple smoke? It's so interesting! The person Fei Jia has his eye on is really interesting."

But when Gogol called Fyodor, no one answered.

Gogol thought for a while, and returned to Risut's stronghold.

At this moment, Risut's team had been beaten by Giorno, and Risut finally got his lunch box, which was several days late.

The stronghold was in chaos, and Gogol found Pushkin, who was still soundly asleep, according to the position he had hoped before.

"Wake up." Gogol woke up Pushkin: "I can't get in touch with Fedya. He seems to have lost contact. What can you do?"

Pushkin yawned, scratched his head, and said angrily, "Lost contact?"

Oh, lost contact again.

What happened the last time we lost contact?Oh, it was Glasny who sent Fyodor to prison.

Then this time it was likely to be like this again, and the same plot was staged again, and Pushkin felt nothing in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

"Call Ivan, let's run."

Pushkin began to call with a sophisticated look: "Hide first, anyway, Fedya will contact us soon."

Well, Glasney won again this time.

Well, as agreed, Pushkin untied the communist party.

The author has something to say: Ah Qiang just saw a person about to be killed by another person and extended a helping hand.