"These guys"

Hearing these whispers of "deprecating" meaning, Misda couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.

However, his fist was quickly put down:

“All good people”

Misda sighed with such emotion.

He is just naive and innocent, yearning for extraordinaryness, but not stupid.

He could hear that these guys who "speak bad things behind their backs" were not rejecting him, but caring about him.

Because they don't want innocent people to be involved in danger, they try every means to send themselves away.

Especially Bugalati

Somehow, Misda could always feel an indescribable tenderness in his voice.

"So, should I leave?"

Mysda was in a tangle.

He reexamined the whole thing and began to face up to his superficial mentality and lack of ability.

Indeed, he lacks combat experience and is not proficient in mastering the stand-in.

When he was fighting Apaki, he saw the meat that was coming towards him, and even gave up thinking because of fear and panic.

"If it was Li Qing, it was Giorno"

"They will definitely remain calm in that situation and find a way to fight back, right?"

"And I"

Misda pursed her lips tightly, feeling full of loss:

"Actually, with the ability of a sexy pistol, I had a chance to turn the tables at that time."

"But I am like a Frenchman from World War II, and I was scared to surrender before I could resist."

"I'm so weak"

"Do you really have the ability to go on?"

The more he thought, the more he blamed himself. He gradually faded away his brainless blood and became discouraged.

"Misda"

Each of them has a self-aware stand-in, six little guys named Sexy Pistols quietly appeared beside Misda, and at the same time cast a comforting look at the lost master.

"What do you think?"

“Am I suitable to be this ‘protagonist’?”

Misda chatted with his substitute in his heart.

"this"

The six little guys looked at each other, and they were about to speak but stopped.

In the end, no.6, who was straightforward and cold-hearted, said straight to the point:

"Of course the answer is 'no'!"

"You didn't even recognize all the six of us, why did you go out to fight with such a fierce enemy?"

"Misda"

As a substitute born from Misda's consciousness, no.6 exposes his master's fantasy in one bite:

"Reality is not a movie, the protagonist who can't be beaten does not exist at all!"

"Forehead"

Mista’s expression couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed when he was scolded by his substitute.

"Okay, I'm too tender."

"Even if the streets are popular, it will not allow inexperienced gangsters to play. People like me who have never seen any storm before will only drag their feet if they force themselves into the team, right?"

He said rational and despicable words, but his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, when he almost pinched the car key in his hand and bleeded, Misda had no choice but to accept the reality:

"I see."

"I will go abroad to take refuge after finishing this."

As he said that, he took a difficult step and slowly walked towards the underground garage.

It seems that because it was a weekday, there were no customers in the underground garage of the mall.

When Misda walked into the underground garage, all the parked cars were scattered, all over the ceilings of various pipes and thick wires, and the loud, high-power exhaust fans.

"Is there no one?"

"Very good"

Misda suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he immediately started to laugh at the nervousness in his heart:

"I'm afraid of picking up a car alone, I'm afraid of being like this."

"I am so immature, I am really not qualified to be the protagonist."

Misda shook her head helplessly, and then calmed down and searched for the SUV that Bugalati said:

“Model is Chevrolet suburban gmt400”

"The license plate is fo·444ur"

“The parking space is No. 144, Underground Area 4”

"ah!!"

He suddenly hugged his head tightly, his face turned pale:

"Why are there so many 4!"

"Is this God targeting me? It's too unlucky!"

“Yes”

Misda recalled a series of tragedies in which she was robbed, beaten, chased by real meat, hit by fake meat, and finally formed a series of tragedies inexplicably with the underworld boss:

"I've been in trouble today!"

"If you go to pick up this car, you might be even more unlucky!"

He muttered in his mouth, but his body was honestly walking to the parking position of the SUV.

After all, this was his first and last mission after becoming the "Partner of Justice".

Whether it is good or not, Misda wants to make this vote before stopping.

"Um"

"It should be fine, it should be fine"

He carefully observed the empty underground garage around him, and finally took out the keys that Bugalati gave him and walked towards the quiet SUV.

However, just as Mista was about to step forward and open the door

“Yo?”

A slightly excited voice suddenly rang: "Is this car yours?"

"Who?!"

Misda was shocked.

"My name is Victor, Victor Akselle"

A young man with silver hair slowly walked out from behind the thick pillars of the underground garage, with a dangerous smile on his lips:

"Of course you are not familiar with this name."

"But you should know who I am."

As he said that, the young man named Victor slowly took out a pistol and pointed the muzzle straight at Misda:

"I'm right, Bugalati's companion?"

"What, what?"

Misda swallowed.

He pretended to be stupid with such a bad feeling:

"What are you talking about, who is Bugalati?"

"Haha, stop pretending!"
To be continued...