Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

The two shots hit Diablo’s knees respectively, and even though the power had been controlled, they still shattered both of Diablo’s knees.

In this way, Diablo will have to live in a wheelchair in the future, unless someone is willing to help him.

But obviously, the agency is not so kind.

After all, Diablo is a complete villain.

Unlike those villains who have lofty ideals and lofty goals.

This guy is pure evil, with evil flowing from his bones.

Some people are born evil.

Diablo is like that.

"finished?"

Joseph, who rushed to Diablo's side, was silent for a while while watching the wailing Diablo on the ground.

It was this **** who brought years of despair to Polnareff.

For nearly ten years, he was trapped in Italy.

Don't dare to expose yourself, you can only carefully hide your traces.

Self-taught hacking techniques to try to break through the blockade of the Internet to contact Jotaro and the others.

This made the originally cheerful French man calm and cautious.

Because he knew he couldn't make any mistakes.

Thinking of this, it was difficult for Joseph to calm down.

There was a faint murderous intent surging in his heart.

As the head of the Bald Eagle Consortium, Joseph was never a naive Virgin.

Luo Zhen on the side put away the Diend gun in his hand and didn't speak.

He naturally noticed Joseph's condition.

But he didn't say anything.

If Joseph decided to kill Diablo here, he would just pretend he didn't see it.

After all, the crime that Diablo committed was enough to drag him out and shoot him for an hour.

"Prepare for containment."

Staring at Diablo who was pretending to be dead for a while, Joseph turned his head and said.

Luo Zhen nodded and started contacting the task force to prepare for containment.

After watching Diablo packed into the box, Joseph was suddenly relieved.

He has too many regrets in the future.

Cesar, Polnareff, Ikki, Kakyoin, Abdel, Jotaro, Xu Lun.

It seems to be a little bit worse every time.

Nearly Cesar didn't have to die.

It's almost time to catch up to support Iggy and the others.

Nearly discovering Polnareff's plight and saving him.

It was almost enough to save Xu Lun from prison.

This time, I want to kill all possible dangers.

Clenching his fists, Joseph turned to leave.

Putting on his usual laughing face, Joseph trotted all the way to catch up with Luo Zhen.

"I said, did you like those girls before?"

"No."

"Really? I think you should prefer this type."

"Actually, I prefer the type with a strong back, big arms and round shoulders, calves thicker than thighs, and the type that can walk on the shoulders."

"..."

I always feel like you're implying something to me.

Looking at Luo Zhen's smirking expression, Joseph knew.

My own dark history may have been discovered.

"Ah, it's Senior Joseph and classmate Luo Zhen."

A few people noticed Hikari Sakura, who was exercising by running along the coast.

In the end, several people exchanged contact information under the initiative of Zhu Mei from Soryu Institute.

Looking at the extra contacts on the phone, Joseph fell into contemplation.

Why is this girl looking at me so weird?

Chapter 244 Don't come here!

Luo Zhen suddenly realized when he looked at Shumi, who seemed to be restraining something with a strange expression.

If he remembers correctly, this Soryuin Zhu Meimei looks like a heavy muscle control.

Her sister is the director of the Huangying Women's College, Zanyuyuan Ziyin.

As for why Luo Zhen knew this.

Because a certain Okubo once complained to him about this.

It is said that the Zuryuyuan family is all heavily muscled.

Soryuin Jumei's older sister, Soryuin Ziyin and Okubo know each other.

I know a little bit about this family.

Look at Joseph's muscles again.

Things are very clear.

"JOJO, I went back a little earlier."

After speaking, Luo Zhen left the beach without looking back.

Only a dazed Joseph was left.

"Damn, what the **** is this place?"

It didn't take long for Diablo to open his eyes blankly.

The dazzling light made Diablo subconsciously narrow his eyes.

In the dimly lit room, only this small incandescent lamp radiated light, illuminating the small space.

He tentatively raised his hand, and a crisp collision sounded.

His hands were shackled to the table.

The brain went blank, and it felt as if the memory had been disconnected.

It was so painful, I felt pain all over my body.

In the pain, Diablo slowly remembered everything that happened before.

A stand-in messenger with strange powers.

And the one that pulled out from the back of the **** a pistol that obviously didn't fit in his pocket.

And the bullet in the gun is not a normal live bullet but a special light bullet.

Suddenly, he was hit hard.

"Is that **** also a stand-in messenger?"

The hoarse voice came out, and Diablo felt extremely annoyed now.

He wouldn't necessarily have made such a low-level mistake if he hadn't lost too much blood in the battle with Risut, causing his brain to become dizzy.

If he wasn't caught immediately, he might be able to switch to Tobio to cover his whereabouts.

But now he can be said to be helpless.

There was no feeling under the knees, and the upper body was weak.

Even if there are no shackles to lock him here, I am afraid he will not be able to escape.

He had thought about replacing Tobio, but it was unclear whether anyone was watching in the dark.

Tobio is his last trump card, but he can't just expose it like this.

"Huh? Who is it?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Diablo turned his head and asked with some difficulty.

In the darkness, a figure with long hair stood quietly in the corner.

Diablo couldn't see very clearly due to lighting problems.

He could only vaguely see each other's long hair.

As if noticing that Diablo was awake, the figure strode towards him.

As the figure approached, Diablo gradually saw his face clearly.

His expression gradually became terrified.

It was a guy in a red tights with two long knives on his back.

The overall dress is like a character running out of a superhero set.

Looking up, you can see the face of a middle-aged man with a beard.

It stands to reason that this face should be very masculine.

The premise is that the guy doesn't have big wavy blonde hair, and he also wears unsightly makeup.

That makeup look is no longer a makeup idiot to describe.

"Are you awake? Next, you will become a girl as cute as me."

Looking at Diablo's terrified face, Deadpool couldn't help showing a sinister smile.

Then he slowly approached Diablo with enchanting steps.

"No, stay away from me!"

Diablo, who was pinned to the table, immediately began to struggle.

He has seen a lot of people with strange clothes and strange makeup.

But it was the first time he had seen Deadpool's makeup that could be called mental pollution.

And what is it that I will become a cute girl next?

What do you mean by drawing a knife? !

"King Crimson!"

The slightly illusory King Crimson jumped out.

A punch that contained anger slammed into Deadpool's chest.

"puff."

Deadpool's chest was directly opened with a big hole.

Bright red blood smeared the arm of the Crimson King.

The whole body hangs limply on the fist of the Crimson King.

With his head lowered, it was as quiet as death, and the long knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

Diablo drew back his fist, panting heavily.