stand-in creed

"The intelligence team said that Nero Zeppelin finally went from Rome to the Tyrrhenian Sea in the south, so the boss ordered us to transfer to Turin in the northwest, just to be as far away from Nero as possible. Zeppelin, but now it seems that something is backfired--

"Nero Zeppelin made a huge circle, and came within walking distance of our eyes!

"Is this a coincidence? I don't believe it is a coincidence from the bottom of my heart. How can there be so many coincidences in this world? I'm afraid that guy has already got our position with the help of the SPW consortium, and now he is coming straight towards us! "

Hear Bellickroe's words.

Trish by the floor-to-ceiling window reluctantly put down the fashion magazine in his hand.

"Are you going to run away again?"

"Although I really want to do this, it seems too late now." In Bellicro's eyes, a dark flame burned, "Squealo, Ticano. Nero Zeppelin in the Roman Library The old newspaper I was investigating was me, "Belliquero".Then he must appear in front of me - you understand what I'm talking about. "

"Are you going to use yourself as bait?"

Skearo looked at the old man in front of him in astonishment.

Bellickroe just took it for granted.

"Thanks to the boss, I have lived a superior life these years that I never dared to imagine. So, anyway, I am already such a big age, since this life that I can't live for a few years is still useful to the boss , then take it—not to mention that I am not a stand-in messenger, and I only have this kind of use."

"..."

Tichano didn't speak, just looked at Bellickro in front of him, stood up seriously and bowed.

Skearl followed closely behind.

Even if this is just a poor old man, but that dark will is enough to make the two members of the pro-guards pay the highest respect.

Trixie next to him didn't say a word, his eyes wandered on the sky outside the window, probably because he still didn't have much sense of reality about what happened in the recent period.Suddenly his mother died, suddenly he learned that his father was the boss of the largest gang in Italy, and suddenly he was hunted down by the traitors of the organization and Qibelin who didn't know where he came from.

Trixie was confused by everything.

Bellickro just looked at the two stand-in messengers and accepted their respect frankly.

"So, how do you need my old bones to cooperate with you?"

"..."

Without saying a word, Skellow took an opened bottle of mineral water, and solemnly handed it to Bellickro with both hands.

Skeleton said: "You just need to take this bottle of mineral water."

Bellickro didn't understand the world of stand-in messengers, but he glanced at Shikjaro: "Just hold the mineral water bottle, right? I understand, even if I die, I won't let this bottle of mineral water leave me." by my side."

"No, there is no need to do that step. Even if you are not a stand-in messenger, you only need to observe with your naked eyes that the other party is under attack, and this bottle of mineral water will complete its mission. At that time, you don't need to worry about this bottle of mineral water anymore gone."

"……I understand."

Bellickroe nodded solemnly.

At the same time, Trish Una raised his head, looked at the bottle of mineral water in Bellickro's hand, and saw something swimming in the bottle of mineral water.

"……shark?

"Is that the so-called "substitute"? "

Trish thought so.

At the same time, Tichano and Shikiaro came to Trish's side.

"It's time to go, Miss Trish."

The couple was very polite, and even spoke to Trish in a somewhat reserved manner.

Apart from their sexual orientation, this couple is relatively the most "normal" of Diablo's personal guards.Not only does he not have any perverted hobbies, but he also respects Diablo from the bottom of his heart.And this respect is also reflected in the attitude towards the boss's daughter.

"..."

Trixiu didn't know where they were going to take him to hide again, but left with a blank expression.

Before leaving, Trixie took a look at Bellicoro who was sitting alone by the French window, with the bottle of mineral water with sharks wandering in front of him.

Bellickro seemed to have noticed Trish's gaze, and turned his head to show a smile.

"I'm afraid I have to say goodbye to you here early, Trish.

"Trust me. Although the boss can't be called a good man anyway, just because he has spent so much time sending people to protect you, I believe he will be a father who loves you from the bottom of his heart. Wait until everything is calm , you will be able to return to a peaceful and happy life with your father.

"So--

"Arrivederci (goodbye)."

Chapter 41 Shock and Facial Close-up Part II

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The hands of the clock turned slowly.

Bellickro sat quietly on the sofa, sinking into the soft back of the sofa, closing his eyes and meditating.On the small coffee table in front of him, next to the clean ashtray, there was a bottle of mineral water and a pitch-black Beretta 92F.

Unlike in movies and games, real gangsters never have a unified gun model, let alone pay attention to what kind of silencer, what caliber, what they always use, or what they like.Even from a common sense point of view, this kind of large-caliber pistol with a net weight of nearly one kilogram and a caliber of ammunition as high as 9mm is definitely not suitable for a poor old man like him, but Bellickro is too lazy to care about it.

Like is like.

Now that everyone is ready to sacrifice their lives, at least in this last battle, instead of picking a suitable one, it is better to choose a weapon that you like to accompany you until the last moment, not to mention——

"...Is there really a "best" gun for an enemy like Nero Zeppelin? "

Bellickro picked up the gun with a smile, and carefully checked the pistol in his hand.

next moment.

Unload the magazine, change the magazine, load the bullet, and aim ahead.

The action is complete.

Bellicrow, who aimed his sight at the empty air, tilted his head.

"Two seconds.

"This speed is probably as slow as a turtle in the eyes of your substitute messengers.

"But, even though I'm prepared to die, compared to dying without resistance, dying on the battlefield with a gun in hand is the mafia's romance. Don't you think so——

"—Nero Zeppelin!"

next moment.

Bellickelo instantly turned the gun and aimed it at the empty French window.

There was no sign of anything strange outside the empty window, and the floor-to-ceiling windows, which were impossible to open, let alone the wind blowing outside the window.But Bellickelo firmly held the pitch-black Beretta in his hand, and stared out of the window, which was as calm as a plant.

boom!

The trigger is pulled.

The 9mm large-caliber bullet burst out, and the recoil caused the old man's entire right arm to feel numb. Spider-web-like cracks instantly covered the entire floor-to-ceiling window with the bullet hole as the center, and the whistling bullet headed straight for Nero's eyebrows. .

Ding!

The scarf around his neck was lifted slightly, like dusting off the bullets.

"Heh, is it a stand-in ability?"

Bellickroe muttered.

Through the cobweb-like window, Nero's voice floated softly: "No, it's the power of ripples."

Bellicoro looked at Nero outside the window, and Apache behind Nero.Even though he knew that the firearms, even the bullets of a stand-in messenger like Mista, would not have any effect on Nero, Bellicro still carefully raised the muzzle and aimed.

At the same time, Bellickro said: "Ripple? I haven't heard of it. But whether it's a stand-in or Ripple, it has nothing to do with me."

Nero seemed to have no intention of dodging from the ballistic at all, because there was no need.

Nero just asked curiously: "How did you find me, old sir."

A smile appeared at the corner of Bellicro's mouth: "It's not really a discovery, but I just happened to pass the thought of "Nero Zeppelin is looking at me from the window right now", and then tried it a little bit, The result was unexpectedly successful.You can understand it as - the intuition of the mafia. "

boom!

The bullet burst out again.

Under the attack of the second bullet, the floor-to-ceiling windows that had been broken like spider webs shattered in an instant, splashing under the sky.It shone dazzlingly under the dazzling sun, but it was extremely beautiful in the eyes of the old man Bellicro.

At the same time, Bellicoro opened his mouth gently.

"Let's do it, Skylark."

Bullets are flying.

Glass is flying.

And the little shark that was wandering in the bottle of mineral water in front of Skellow's desk had disappeared.

Accompanied by the bullet approaching Nero a little bit.On Nero's coat, a shark with its mouth wide open suddenly popped out, and in an instant, under Apache's astonished eyes, it bit Nero's neck fiercely with its sharp fangs. .

Nero was also extremely astonished.

However, like a conditioned reflex, at the moment when the suddenly appearing shark launched an attack, a foam cutter was thrown from Nero's hand, cutting the incoming bullet with incomparable precision.Following the incoming ballistic trajectory, he passed through the already empty floor-to-ceiling windows without hesitation, and cut through Bellickro's arm, which was inevitably lifted up due to the recoil.

Bleeding.

Bellickro's right forearm, which was holding the gun, was instantly cut off from the middle, and it landed on the carpet with a thud, staining the sofa and coffee table red.

But even so, Bellicoro's eyes were still so calm.

The cut of the right arm was dripping with blood, and the intact left hand was oozing with fingers pointing forward to Nero.

"Nero Zeppelin, your ultimate move is "Water Shuriken", right?

"But according to intelligence, your stand-in ability is "eliminate gravity and control objects freely".So the question is, where did the water used as a weapon come from?It never came out out of thin air!The organization inspected the place where you fought, and after testing the composition of the residual liquid that was spilled on the ground, it was determined that it was just ordinary soapy water.

"The soapy water is like a mafia gun, carry it with you everywhere!

"In that case, kill him, Skearo! Use your—

"—shock!!!"

puff!

The fangs sank into Nero's neck, overflowing with bright red blood.

However, just a little below the neck, Nero's strong hands firmly clasped the upper and lower jaws of the shark, making it impossible for the ferocious teeth to store any more.

wrong.

It's not just as simple as making the shark's teeth unable to penetrate an inch.

The shark's fangs left Nero's bleeding neck little by little, and the mouth grew bigger and bigger.And there was a sound of deep breathing from Nero's mouth, golden ripples bloomed all over his body, and his hands that were touching the shark's teeth were violently pulled away.

There is no doubt that Nero is going to break the shark's upper and lower jaws with brute force.

Ticano, who held the "Facial Shock" on the "Shock" and observed the situation of the battle, instantly felt that something was wrong, and immediately shouted at his boyfriend: "The power of Nero Zeppelin's body is greater than your "Shock" , don't wrestle with him, Skelaro! "

"I know!"

Skearl also felt something was wrong.

at the same time--

A roar escaped from Nero's throat.

"—Oula ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The moment he was about to break the shark's upper and lower jaws, the impact instantly disappeared on Nero's neck.

And on the left and right corners of Skelrow's mouth, there were two more hideous slits of about one centimeter spreading towards the ears.In the horrified eyes of Trixie and Ticano's distressed eyes, blood flowed down the cheeks and chin, and dripped onto the ground.

Skearo felt the wound on his face full of fear.

"What a horrible guy, if I'm half a second late, I'm going to be the "Gap Girl" in Japanese ghost stories!

"But don't worry, the victory is still ours, Tichano. I, Skearo, risked my life and the honor of the SS, and I will never let Mr. Bellicro's sacrifice be in vain——

"—shock!!!"

Chapter 42 Shock and Facial Close-up Part [-]

The torn corner of his mouth hurt Shikjaro's nerves, and there was undisguised hostility in his eyes.But even so, Skelrow still forced his brain to remain calm, which was his basic professional quality as a stand-in messenger.