This long removal was finally over.

Giorno and Misda just felt a flash in front of their eyes. Diapolo, who had raised his butcher knife high at Porunarev, had already "flashed" to a place seven or eight meters away.

The lights are very dark and the distances are not short.

But even so, Giorno could see clearly the hideous and twisted face of Diaporo upstairs:

The expression was as gloomy as ink, angry as fire, and was so complicated that it was indescribable.

"The plan seems to have succeeded."

"Diapolo, it seems you are not as fearless as you said."

Giorno received a success signal from Diapolo's expression.

""

Diapolo clenched his fists, and anger brewed in silence.

But after the funny farce just now, the incompetent anger of this loser looked as ridiculous as a chimpanzee jumping up and down in a cage.

After all, he was caught.

The balance he squandered was insufficient by him in one fell swoop, and the epitaph could not be activated in such an overload state.

He had to spend several seconds to replenish the mental power output from the overload and regain his power.

There is no doubt that this put Diapolo in a small crisis.

However, compared with this so-called crisis, it is actually himself who really makes him feel uncomfortable now.

He, Diapolo, the emperor of the dark world, was actually scared like this by a name.

Shame, this is undoubtedly a huge, heavy, unforgettable shame!

Now the two little ghosts, especially Giorno, who was the initiator, looked at them like they were looking at a funny clown with a monkey!

When Diapolo thought of this, he was so angry that he shivered all over.

He is a very complicated person.

He is so cautious that he can be described as "cowardly", but he also attaches great importance to his dignity as a strong man.

The ridiculous performance like he had just now obviously deeply hurt his seemingly lacking but actually quite sensitive self-esteem.

"Damn it"

"Do you think you won?!"

Diapolo stared at Giorno with a condescending look, his eyes gushing with a fiery fire.

He had just wanted to grab the arrow and escape before, but now he really wanted to kill everyone present.

Otherwise, that ugly look will be remembered forever.

It is like a non-mainstream personal signature sent in Penguin Space ten years ago, becoming a shameful memory that makes people want to break themselves when they think about it.

This immature past must be completely erased.

"King of Crimson!"

Diapolo controls his powerful stand-in and makes him guard his side tightly.

Although he couldn't use it to cut it in the next few seconds, it didn't mean he was so fragile that he could not resist.

In fact, he has a great chance of winning:

Putting aside the ability of Shixiu, the Crimson King itself also has amazing power and speed.

The powerful dynamic vision equipped with extraordinary speed allows it to assist Diapolo and capture the movements of bullets as much as possible.

Although he still couldn't help avoid the bullet that would turn, it could at least allow him to try his best to keep his vitals at the critical moment of life and death.

Because Mista now has only 1 bullet.

Diapolo could use the gap between the bullet change to escape backwards to the darkness far away from the edge of the guardrail and the lights could not shine completely, and hide himself through those ruins.

The ability of sexy pistols is also limiting.

It would be nice to make the bullet turn a few turns, but there was no way to ride the bullet from the first floor to the second floor, and then in the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, you would play hide-and-seek with the target.

Not to mention that sexy pistols cannot do it, the limited kinetic energy of the bullet itself cannot withstand the consumption of such a long journey.

"After all, success or failure depends on this last bullet."

"As long as you dodge this bullet, I will still be the winner!"

Diapolo clearly realized this.

Giorno also realized this.

Seeing that Diapolo had already retreated and fled into the darkness, he seized the time and shouted to Misda beside him:

"Misda, shoot!"

"This is probably our only chance!"

"Ahhh?"

Misda was slightly stunned.

He didn't even know what had just happened.

But Giorno's words "the only chance" made him feel the heavy atmosphere quickly.

"Only Time"

Misda recited silently in her heart word by word.

He knew that the last bullet was of great significance and that the bullet must hit the target smoothly.

So, where should this one bullet attack?

Where can we ensure success?

forehead, eyes, throat, or heart?

Damn it, no matter how I think about it, I can't guarantee that this shot will kill the other party!

Not to mention killing, with the kind of high-speed and high-power human-shaped stand-in to protect it, it would be difficult to even get seriously injured if you only have one shot.

Mysda's mind flickered, and his fingers slowly pulled backwards in such a brainstorm.

Finally bang!

Bullets whizzed out in the flames.

No.1, no.2, no.3 three golden villains, they climbed onto the bullet at the same time, jointly harnessing this tiny and violent metal beast.

"Here you come!"

Diapolo held his breath.

The sharp pupils of the Scarlet King were firmly locked in the bullet that was shooting, and quickly predicted the movement trajectory of this murderous weapon in the flash.

But in an instant, the sound bullet roared to the second floor.

It flew to Diabolo, and drew an arc to bypass the stone pillars and guardrails, and blasted straight towards Diabolo's head.

"It's now!"

The Scarlet King burst out with a shocking speed.

It suddenly cut out a hand knife as fast as lightning, not to kill people, but to protect the owner's head with its arms before the bullet hits.

Of course, the Crimson King will be injured if he does this.

But it is better to hurt his arm than to get Diapolo's body shot in the head.

Not to mention, the Crimson King's ability to resist strikes is far stronger than that of humans with physical mortals. The injuries it suffers are restored to the body in equal proportions, and serious injuries can also turn into minor injuries.

And now, with his terrifying speed, the Scarlet King really wanted to block the bullet with his body.

Just then, when the bullet was about to be embedded in the Crimson King's arm

“no.2,no.3!”

The golden little man climbed on the bullet, and the captain no.1 suddenly let out a sharp roar:

"Prepare to serve!"

The three villains raised the bullet in a tacit understanding and made it suddenly shift upward at an incredible angle.

The bullet suddenly flew straight from parallel to vertically pulling upward and vertically.

But in just a moment, it flew over Diaporo's head.

“In place!”

With no.1's decisive command, no.2 and no.3 each scattered to both sides.

No.1 is driving the bullet and flying upwards.

After the bullet flew to a certain height, it suddenly stepped above the bullet and then quickly flew towards the bullet under its feet.
To be continued...