The Best Villain's Bizarre Journey

"This is your test today." Polbo smiled and said, "How is it fun?"

"There are three bullets in it, and every time you turn, you shoot a shot in the forehead. Have you ever played?"

"No, the first time."

"Giggle~ I've played with others many times, and I finally won a lot of money." Polbo's eyes narrowed, and then stopped abruptly. Sichuan Opera changed its tone like a face-changing face, lowered his voice, and slowly said: "We don't want to be unlucky."

Jonson Joffrey raised the pistol, opened the magazine and saw three bullets, lying quietly in the magazine, like staring at a silent death.

Russian Roulette.

Gambling equipment is human life and revolvers.

Jonson Joffrey stroked each bullet, slid the wheel at will, hesitated for three minutes, felt it silently, then raised his hand and placed the pistol quietly two centimeters away from his temple, slowly. Hit the trigger.

--"and many more."

Jonson Joffrey immediately put down the pistol, wet his back with cold sweat, and looked at the talking Polbo in surprise.

Polbo was silent for a while, put down the potato chips expressionlessly, moved his butt slowly, and stuck his whole body to the glass, his big face twisted and terrified by the pressure.

"I'm going to pick a good spot, sorry, please go ahead."

Jonson Joffrey nodded, feeling the reversed Pope waiting behind him and the Black Sabbath hiding in the corner.

He raised the pistol again and placed it two centimeters from his temple, where the reversed Pope could catch the bullet.

The reversed pope is very fast, you must keep your attention, definitely.

"Sorry, wait a minute."

"You put the muzzle of the gun on your head, you understand?" Polbo made a demonstration, making a pistol gesture with his index finger and thumb, placing it on his temple.

Jonson Joffrey had to hold the gun to his temple.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

"Bingo!" Polbo seemed happier than Jonson Joffrey, "survive! You're so lucky, you have two shots left, go ahead!"

"Hu-huhu..." Jonson walked again between life and death, his body trembled uncontrollably, breathing heavily, and Polbo's big face was placed in front of the glass, giving people a strong sense of oppression , his stand-in opened his mouth from time to time like a sleepy house dog.

"Quick, go on!" Polbo urged.

Jonson Joffrey turned the pistol slowly, staring intently at the bullets in the magazine.

After a few laps, he calmed down and put the bullet at his head, two more times.

An excited smile rose on Polbo's face, cruel desire on his chubby cheeks.

Jonson Joffrey pulled the trigger slowly.

"boom!!!!!"

There was a loud gunshot, and Jonson Joffrey swung the gun sharply toward the target - Polbo.

The bullet popped out of the chamber, and blue-purple smoke accompanied the bullet. The bullet, which exceeded the speed of sound, seemed to draw the line of life and death, and shot ruthlessly at Bolbo's big face.

Pol Ripple didn't move, didn't even blink, as if he was just a little surprised that Jonson Joffrey would do such a thing.

The bullet hit the tempered bulletproof glass, then immediately bounced back to the ceiling and shot into it.

There was a beautiful glass pattern on the piece of glass that Polbo was tightly attached to, and the black Sabbath popped out like a sharp sword at that moment. The inverse Pope had been waiting for his attack for a long time.

"Wuju-!!" The punch was extremely fast, wrapped in a green cold mist, and the punch landed on Black Sabbath's face.

Black Sabbath's face shattered like plastic, flew to the wall with the momentum, and disappeared the moment it hit the wall.

"boom!!"

Everything here happens in a split second.

"You... unexpectedly..." Polbo was only reacted by the situation in front of him, and opened his mouth in surprise, "Kill him, Black Sabbath!"

Jonson Joffrey tilted his head, without any timidity. Before he came, he really wanted to assassinate Polbo like Giorno, but the lack of strength and his ability were not suitable for assassination, so he planned to give up This plan, but the situation suddenly changed, it was not Jonson Joffrey who wanted to kill Pol Po, but Pol Po who wanted to kill Jonson Joffrey.

In Russian roulette, if you are obedient, you will die on the second shot.

When Jonson tried to twist his body again, he found that he couldn't move.

Black Sabbath suddenly came out of the ground and hugged the head of the reversed Pope tightly.

Although there is no visible shadow here, but if you look closely at these green lights, you will find that they are all overlapping special shadows. This place is obviously the absolute field of the black Sabbath that has been set.

He opened his mouth, which was split to the ear, to reveal a long arrow, which was full of saliva.The reversed Pope struggled desperately, but was no match for strength.

"Crash—" The iron door rattled, as if the guards outside noticed it, the moment Black Sabbath raised his head—

The Reversed Pope suddenly penetrated Black Sabbath's chest and pulled out the thread immediately.

The bullet on the roof vibrated, and after the line was connected, the bullet played a real role, and once again rushed to the black Sabbath like a deadly death.

Normal bullets can't hit doubles, but this is an object-to-object collision after line-to-line linking.

The bullet directly penetrated Black Sabbath's chest. After feeling the attack, Black Sabbath still had no tendency to let go. The long arrow spit out from its mouth had pierced the tip of the reversed Pope's nose, and it had to use one foot to reach it. Live the Black Sabbath ahead.

"Crash—" The guard opened the door in full service suit and aimed his gun at Jonson Joffrey, who couldn't move.