Gedo Misda was born in an ordinary village in the countryside of Naples.

Unlike those young and enthusiastic peers who have never stopped striving for a long time, this young man who grew up bathing in the warm sea breeze of the Mediterranean has longed for a comfortable and leisurely life since he was a child.

And Mista also implemented this ideal well:

After graduating from junior high school, he stopped going to school, but wandered around the streets of Naples to enjoy life.

He enjoys sleeping and enjoys watching the swing of branches or clouds under the sun.

He enjoys the aroma of wine and enjoys tasting delicious cheese.

When I see my beautiful sister, even if I get scolded, I will come forward to chat with her.

When there is no pocket money, I go back to the cinema and beat the guys who line up to scold Clint Eastwood and then stole their money

Of course, the above description is completely a literary version of "Xiao Que Xing" written from the perspective of Mista himself.

From the perspective of others, especially from the villagers in my hometown who treat Misda as a negative teaching material to educate their children:

Gado Misda is simply an incompetent school-loss-slaughter, a idle gangster, a hooligan who teases women, a robbery and fights, and an unrecyclable wet garbage.

If he continues like this, he will sooner or later become the kind of trash who lives by relying on government relief and who survives in gangs.

but

Even Mista, such a gangster who is looked down upon, knows what is right, what is wrong, what is justice, and what is evil.

Although the bald man named Li Qing snatched his two motorcycles and a cell phone, he still called him a punch in the face when he subconsciously pulled out his gun to fight back, causing him to lie on the road for more than ten minutes before he woke up

But Mista knew that Li Qing was just.

After all, Li Qing risked his life to save his life from the terrifying piece of meat, and bravely sealed the piece of meat underground, saving this dangerous city.

so

When the tall man who was draped on his shoulders and his chest muscles were exposed outside, and he stood in a slutty and arrogant manner, he came to ask Li Qing about whereabouts, Misda instinctively and subconsciously, without thinking, chose to cover up Li Qing.

"No, I haven't seen it."

Without even thinking about the consequences of lying in front of the bad guy, Mista stood on the side of the man who had just snatched him not long ago.

This clumsy lie seemed to have deceived the other party, and the villain turned around and left without much entanglement.

And Mista had time to think:

"The bald man said that his situation is very dangerous now."

"Sure enough, someone came to investigate his whereabouts so soon."

“That is,”

"The man in front of me is actually in the same group as the piece of meat before?"

Recalling the meat piece that was damaging in the city not long ago and almost suffocated himself, Mista directly treated the silver-haired man in front of him as an anti-human terrorist who did everything he could.

There was even more disgust in his eyes.

But at this moment, the silver-haired man suddenly stopped leaving and slowly walked back.

"Why are you here again?" Mista asked guiltily.

"that"

Apaki quietly got closer to Misda:

“I just want to ask”

"How many?"

As he said that, he ordered Melancholy Blues to reach its blue palm in front of Misda and stretched out a few fingers.

"Four."

Misda answered subconsciously.

"You can see it!"

Apaki's face changed and he immediately confirmed the identity of Misda's substitute messenger.

The substitute messenger is not a big road product that can be seen casually. The substitute messenger who appears in a sensitive place at a sensitive time and is clearly helping Li Qing cover up his whereabouts is likely to be an enemy of the organization.

So, he immediately bullied himself and started a sudden attack, and gave a powerful elbow strike at Mista's unpreventive fragile waist and abdomen.

Although his stand-in, Melancholy Blues, is not a fighting stand-in who is good at fighting, but Apaki, the stand-in messenger, is a fighting stand-in messenger with strong physical skills.

Apaki exerted all his strength, and with one blow, Misda's body was turbulent.

He instinctively bent down, covering his stomach that was hit hard, his skin was congested and red due to the severe pain, and looked like a cooked prawn:

"What are you doing?!"

Misda let out a painful growl with difficulty.

And Appaki showed no mercy.

He knew that he could not slacken at all when dealing with the substitute messenger, otherwise if the other party uses any terrible substitute ability, the situation would be reversed instantly.

So, Apaki completely ignored Misda's faint roar of begging for mercy, and just took advantage of the pain of the other party and slashed a knife and took the vital point of his neck.

"ah!"

Misda let out a cry of pain, and his bent body crawled deeper.

"Didn't faint?"

“This guy has a really good physique”

Apaki was a little surprised and even more afraid.

He immediately bent his knees from behind and pressed Misda's back, pressed Misda's neck down with one hand, and stuck Misda's arm with the other hand, and pressed the other party to the ground with a standard police grapple technique.

Misda's head was pressed tightly to the ground, one hand was firmly tied behind Apaki, and the other hand was pressed down by his own body, and there was no way to fight back.

At the same time, the silver-haired man pressing on him continued to increase his strength and pressed the nerves and blood vessels on his neck with his palms.

Obviously, the other party had no intention of talking to him at all, but wanted to directly knock him into a coma.

"no"

"This guy is the kind of anti-human terrorist I absolutely cannot fall into their hands!"

Misda struggled to maintain his awakeness with his strong and somewhat non-human physique.

He even tried his best to move the palm that was firmly pressed by his body, and groped to hold the revolver on his waist in his hand.

"Can you still move?"

Apaki was even more surprised:

The enemy suffered heavy blows without losing consciousness, but did not summon a substitute to fight back.

Could it be that his substitute ability is "extremely fleshy"?

Apaki was puzzled, so he increased the strength in his hands, trying to make Misda faint in one breath.

His substitute is not good at fighting. If the close-range sneak attack fails to succeed, the opponent loses its ability to resist, the next situation will be very unfavorable to him.

"Uh"

Misda groaned in pain, and his consciousness finally became blurred due to insufficient blood supply to the brain.

The revolver he had finally held was firmly stuck under him because of the heavy pressure coming from his body.

No matter how hard Misda struggled or fought desperately, his hand holding the gun could not be moved from under him, and he could not point the gun at the bad guy behind him.

"Damn it"

Mysda was a little desperate:

"I can't move at all and I have no hope of counterattack!"

Amid this despair, his consciousness became even more blurred.

And at this moment, perhaps because his brain was already confused, a few strange and clear voices suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Misda"

"Shoot!"

"Fire? What's the shot?" Mista replied dizzyly in his heart: "The gun is not correct, how can I shoot someone?"

"It's OK"

"Believe us, Mysda!"

In a daze, Misda only felt that there were six "villains" flying around in front of her:

They are about the size of a bullet, and they look yellow and look like bullets, but they have hands, feet, head, face, nose and mouth. Even the expressions on their faces are so vivid and natural.

"Misda, shoot!"

They were flying up and down in front of Misda's eyes, urging in unison:

"You can hit the target without being targeted, because"
To be continued...