Ascension journey - 581

In the evening when the sun was about to set, in a small city in northern North America near the national border, a taxi stopped slowly on the side of a remote street where the locals kept secret.

The back door facing the street was opened, and a burly man about two meters tall pressed the brim of the peaked cap on his head with one hand, and slowly stepped out of the car that was relatively narrow for him.

After scanning around, the man with a square face waved his hands to straighten out the curled windbreaker, and then he heard someone behind him “hi”.

The middle-aged black driver who rolled down the window was holding the money he had just received. After hesitating for a while, he reminded the man on the roadside who had been happily chatting with him: “I don’t know if you are out of place here. Here is what you want to do, but you should be careful…

“Although you can play very well depending on your physique, the few streets ahead…they are all doing things on the border. The guys don’t hesitate at all. You can do it yourself.”

Hearing the driver’s vague prompt, the man in white calmly examined the stranger for a few seconds, then nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

…An organization that serves drug lords, after its rise, has brought such fear to the people around it…

After watching the taxi leave, the man in the white hem wandering in the wind walked to the bench under the street lamp and sat down, ignoring the faint sight coming from the surroundings, and waited silently.

Within a few minutes, a middle-aged white man in a black suit hurriedly walked over. After looking around a little uneasy, he sat next to the man in the windbreaker, and passed the information bag that he held tightly in his hand.

“Josta first… ah no, Mr. Sorajo Jotaro…” The middle-aged white man who almost bit his tongue seemed nervous. “Why did you come here personally to commit a risk? Just wait. In a period of time, our combat department under the SPW Group will be able to deploy staff.”

“…As far as I know, none of your double messengers have time to come here,” glanced at the investigator who called him by his maternal surname, and pulled out a stack of documents from the information bag. Taro said calmly, “After all, this is a city, and there is a problem with the official. You can’t use too powerful thermal weapons here…

“In a short period of time, you have nothing to do with the guys in front, but we can’t afford it-the guys inside use that power without restraint at all.”

Taking a profile from the file, Kora Jotaro took a look at the shady-faced bald black man named Barçaro on the profile head, and then took out a photo from the inner pocket of his trench coat and compared it with it. .

In this photo written by his grandfather Joseph’s stand-in ability “The Hermit Purple”, there is a person who looks exactly like the profile picture standing in front of a person who is imprisoned by a large number of metal shackles, holding a The gorgeous arrow pierced the prisoner.

The arrow with its appearance full of ancient aura, or the arrow with a special material at the top of the arrow, is the source of the awakening ability of some of the avatars in this world.

There are at least six such arrows in the survey results of the group organization formed by powerful forces such as the Josda family and the Spitwagen consortium.

“Past investigation results have confirmed that the body of the person stabbed by the arrow will mutate rapidly under the stimulation of the virus and mysterious power, and the hope of surviving is very slim, but as long as he survives, he will awaken a substitute ability that transcends common sense… ”

After putting down the photo in his hand, Sorajo, with a serious face, recalled the members of the drug trafficking organization who were suspected of being a double messenger mentioned in the material: “There are already four double users you have detected, plus There are other things that cannot be determined, those who did not obey after being awakened and were killed by the leader of the organization, and those who were not successfully awakened…”

Recalling the city’s recent apparent increase in the disappearance rate, Sora Jotaro dropped the information and stood up fiercely: “It can’t be delayed any longer. As time goes by, the victims will only increase… I will never allow another evil double messenger like Dior with terrifying abilities to appear in this world.”

Just thinking of the terrifying power of Dior, the vampire who had invaded the ancestors of the Josta family and lived to the present day over a hundred years ago, and the companions killed by Dior, Kyotaro Sorajo would be throbbing in his heart——

If it weren’t for him in that deadly battle, driven by blood and destiny to obtain the same terrifying ability as Dior, what awaits them will only be despair… So since that battle, he has been tracking down with his companions. The source of Dior’s stand-in ability, until he gradually grasped the clue of the arrow.

Seeing the white-clothed man walking towards the place marked in the information without hesitation, the middle-aged white man was stunned. Then he swallowed the words of persuasion from his mouth, and stared at the back of the advancing man with respect and trust. Also, why should he worry about the other party? That’s Sora Jotaro…

The only thing to worry about is those enemies—the ones they have to face, but the “strongest” man in the world…

……

“Bah, it’s a failure again…”

In the eerie basement full of various torture instruments of ancient and modern, Barcelona, wearing only a white vest on his upper body, kicked the frail young man in front of him with shackles a little irritably.

The young man who was kicked in his abdomen was all limp and silent, only a blood spattered from the deep wound on his chest, scattered on the leg of Barcelona’s trousers.

“‘Chain’? What are you doing in a daze? Change to a new one!” After confirming that the experimental product was completely dead, Barçaro glanced at the old and new blood stains on the top of his trousers, turned his head and stood impatiently at the corner of the room. The woman with torture scars shouted.

The ugly woman “yoke” with a lot of burn marks on her scalp stared at the silently imprisoned person. She vaguely felt that before she was caught and tortured by this organization, where she should have seen it. Of this dead young man– can it be said that the power of the organization has begun to spread unscrupulously to certain places…

“The disobedient slut…” Seeing the woman curled up in the corner, there was no response. Barçaro frowned. A phantom appeared around his body-it was a weird figure that ordinary people could not see, it was dark. There seemed to be black smoke under the hooded cloak.

The humanoid figure made of black smoke was now behind Barçaro, with long and narrow blue eyes opened on its dark face, and then a weird weapon with a crimson soldering iron attached to its front end slowly stretched out of its cloak.

The shackles watched by the ghostly blue eyes screamed, a scarlet mark appeared on her left shoulder, and the endless pain instantly drowned her mind.

I don’t know how long it took, a feeling of incomparable warmth, comfort, and happiness evoked the shackles’ mind. The shackles that came back to God showed a pleasing look to Barçaro, and immediately looked away after the phantom behind the opponent disappeared. Waved to the dead youth next to him.

In an instant, the metal shackles that imprisoned the youth moved like a python. The wall behind the youth suddenly twisted and opened a passage, and the youth connected by chains was thrown in like garbage.

The next moment, the ceiling of the basement also squirmed, and a woman in tattered clothes fell into the gloomy basement like food scraps spit out after being chewed by a giant beast. Then she was caught by the chain extending from the wall and violently. The impact was imprisoned on the wall.

“Female?” Barsaro frowned, staying in such a gloomy environment, and in a bad mood, facing such a woman with a decent face and body, he couldn’t bring up any “sexual interest” for the time being, “I’m not calling that group. Cub get more inventory that is decent enough for willpower and physical fitness? If this goes on, when will my stand-in’slave owner’ catch a new slave with a stand-in?”

After muttering a word, Barcelona, who was too lazy to change, picked up the simple arrow on one of the tables, and threw his hand on the woman’s neck…