noveltune Chapter 257 The Perfect Candidate
Chapter 257 The Perfect Candidate
Chapter 257 The Perfect Candidate
Unlike Li Qing, a bad boy who always likes to pay bills with a gun, Polnareff deeply understands the power of money.
As the saying goes, money can make ghosts turn millstones.
Known: ghost = soul ≈ double.
Therefore, money>stand-in.
Cash ability is better than stand-in ability in most cases.
This is really not a joke, after all, most of the stand-in messengers in this world are working for money-capable people.
The remaining few are themselves capable people.
And Polnareff has a deeper understanding of this:
When he and Kakyoin were able to defeat the enemy with the ability of "The Hanged Man", the key to breaking the game was actually such a small gold coin.
Things like money can play a big role at critical moments.
like now
"As long as you give enough money, someone will dare to swallow even the poop in the toilet!"
"You can earn a fortune delivering a bag of ice, and no one would turn down a job like that."
"Iluso, take a look—"
Polnareff shouted to Illuso in a deep voice:
"That bag of ice, and my wallet, are they still on the ground?"
"You have to know that after crossing the bridge, you can turn a corner and you will reach the gate of the station. When you let the double concentrate on beating me, the ice cubes might have been delivered to my companion!"
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Iruso's face sank:
Indeed, at some point, the wallet and ice cubes on the ground had disappeared.
Obviously, someone had already picked them up and sent them to the station according to the instructions in that line of text.
And he didn't notice it the whole time, didn't notice it.
In this way, it would be meaningless for him to kill Polnareff.
Because the mission on him is to prevent the ice from reaching the station, and it is for the struggling companions in the station to block all support from the outside.
Now that the ice cubes have been sent back, Li Qing's companions will soon be able to bring the ice cubes into the station.
"Prosciutto Bessie"
"Damn it. I actually made such a low-level mistake. I even forgot my 'mission'!"
Thinking that his own stupidity might endanger the lives of his companions, and even destroy the hope of the entire assassination team, Iluso's heart was disturbed.
He regretted his carelessness and was full of self-blame.
This strong sense of self-blame almost swallowed him, making his healthy body stiff inexplicably.
i'm so stupid
why didn't i find out sooner
If I can find out sooner, I may still have time.
and many more
Iluso's heart sank, but he jumped up again as if stepping on a trampoline:
"Bastard—"
"You're fucking bluffing me!"
He couldn't help but swear a curse word.
It's like having both legs intact but being tricked into buying a pair of crutches. After realizing it, Iluso was about to explode with anger:
"Say something like 'Ice has already been sent to the station'."
"This is simply nonsense used to disturb my mentality!"
"From the metal strip you glanced at the front of the car to when I found out that something was wrong, and now when the matter is exposed, less than half a minute has passed!"
"During this half a minute, that passer-by needs to read your message, pick up the ice wallet, and hesitate to judge."
"After spending so much time, how far can he go now?"
"I'm afraid it's too late to get off the bridge!"
"If I'm really bluffed by you and delay the pursuit, then I'm really hit!"
With a low growl, Iluso revealed the flaw he saw.
And he did catch Polnareff's vitals:
As soon as these words were spoken, the forced calm on Polnareff's face suddenly became a little unbearable.
"I'll kill you later!"
Iruso gave Polnareff a deep gouging look.
He has no time to waste now.
Anyway, the prey has been imprisoned in this mirror world where there is no entry and exit, and if you don't kill him for a while, you won't be able to turn the world around.
Just like that, Iluso tightly held the rearview mirror in his hand as a "camera" to observe the outside world, turned around and ran towards the station in a hurry.
half a minute ago.
An old man on crutches was walking slowly from the bridge.
Of course he would not have noticed that when he walked slowly to the front of the car on crutches, a pair of eyes full of hope were looking at him deeply through the mirror.
The appearance of the old man gave Polnareff infinite hope in the mirror world.
At the same time, the old man also noticed the car parked on the bridge.
The car was empty and there was no sign of its owner nearby.
The hood was raised high, and there was a faint pungent smell of gasoline.
"Is this car broken?"
The old man thought casually.
He didn't take it too seriously, but was just going to bypass the car and continue on.
However, at this moment, the old man heard a strange rustling sound coming from the side of the car——
It sounded like someone was scratching the cement on the bridge deck with a knife, and the creaking made people uncomfortable.
The old man followed the sound curiously and looked there, but the weird and unpleasant sound had stopped.
However, he unexpectedly saw a few lines carved on the ground:
"Heavy reward:"
“Please send the ice cubes to the train station square ahead as soon as possible“
"What do you mean?"
"What kind of prank?"
The old man frowned, thinking that this was some kind of child's silly joke.
However, before he had time to turn his head and leave, his eyes were attracted by the things next to those few lines of text:
First a bag of ice cubes.
Then there is a wallet.
The wallet was bulging, round and fat.
Even if it keeps its "mouth" tightly shut, the inner beauty that cannot be concealed is enough to conquer the eyes of almost everyone.
"No, is it true?"
The old man stretched out his cane curiously, and gently opened the folded wallet with the end of the cane.
It's like suddenly opening the cover of a jar of fine wine, the moment the wallet is opened, the moment those colorful and colorful little cuties show up
The simple old man's breathing was stagnant, and half of his body went limp.
He was almost drunk.
"God, God"
"So... so much money?"
The old man hurriedly squatted down, picked up the wallet and touched it carefully:
"It's real money, it's real money!"
He was so excited that he was a little incoherent:
"So much money, is it just the remuneration for transporting ice?"
"what's going on."
The old man couldn't help but feel a little strange, and subconsciously became vigilant in his heart.
But this caution, this vigilance, was quickly dismissed by himself.
Because the money is too much.
"Maybe the TV station is filming some variety show. The money is probably a test prize for passers-by. As long as you complete the task, you can get it?"
No one wants to spit out the meat that has been eaten.
So the old man unknowingly clenched his wallet tightly, and even found a reasonable reason for this strange incident.
Then, he couldn't help turning his eyes to the bag of ice cubes on the ground.
If you only take the money, it is theft if it is more serious. If someone pursues it, he will have to apologize and pay back the money immediately.
But as long as he brought the ice as directed, the money should be his fair reward.
And the train station is only a few hundred meters away from here.
He definitely won't lose money if he tries it, but if the message is true, if he gets double the reward, it will definitely be a blood profit!
After struggling for a while, the old man finally made a small calculation in his heart.
So, he put the wallet in his pocket, and then squatted down to pick up the ice cubes.
Then, the old man held the ice cube in one hand and leaned on a cane in the other. His old legs, which were half buried in the soil, seemed to be walking like flying.
"Double. Give twice as much reward"
"There really is such a good thing in the world!"
The old man imagined this beautiful morning in his heart.
But the good times are not long.
Not only is it not long. Before he even had time to walk down the bridge, something strange happened:
In the air next to the old man, a floating mirror in the shape of a car rearview mirror suddenly appeared.
What appeared in the mirror was not the reflection of the old man, but the face of a young man with a ferocious expression.
"I found it and I didn't go far."
"You old bastard have come to an end!"
The man in the mirror said through gritted teeth.
"What, what?"
The old man panicked and wanted to run away while leaning on crutches.
"Don't even think about leaving!"
Illuso roared hysterically.
He stretched out his arms together with the man in the mirror, and tried his best to catch the phantom image of the old man reflected in the mirror.
Before he could even struggle, the unlucky passer-by was dragged into the mirror space by Ilusso.
Not only him, but also the crutch in his hand and the ice pack in his arms, all of these things were dragged into the world of mirrors by Iluso.
"Bastard!" Iluso's anger still persisted.
Seeing the bag of ice that was almost delivered to the enemy made him even more furious.
He kicked the unsightly ice bag straight into the sky with a fierce kick, and fell into the river in a blink of an eye.
Until then, Iluso finally heaved a sigh of relief from his tension and anger:
"Catch up with me and I'm right"
"Your scheme has been completely stopped, damn broomhead!"
"what!"
A scream sounded in the mirror space.
Of course, this was not Polnareff's desperate wail, but the collapsed yell of the unlucky old man after experiencing an incomprehensible supernatural event.
"What's the situation. Who are you? Where is this place!"
"What the hell happened!"
The old man couldn't understand everything in the mirror space at all, he was just yelling uncontrollably out of fear.
"I'm sick!"
There was a trace of killing intent in Iluso's eyes.
He is not a good person who respects the old and loves the young. In his eyes, such old passers-by have always been weeds that can be eradicated at will.
But now, because of the old man's ignorant desire to transport ice to make money, the dreams and ambitions of their assassination team were almost ruined.
"Don't make noise, or I'll kill you!"
Iluso's ears were itchy from the old man's noise.
But no matter how much he yelled, the terrified old man refused to stop screaming.
Illuso simply didn't waste his words.
He flew straight out, trying to kick the old man's mouth.
"stop!"
Polnareff yelled loudly from the side.
He suddenly jumped out from the side, forcibly resisting the old man's kick.
"Hehe. Do you still dare to take the initiative to come here?!"
Illuso smiled coldly.
He looked at Polnareff's already bruised body, and said with disdain:
"With your crumbling body now, do you still have the mood to worry about others?"
"Don't worry about this old man who is in the way. Anyway, you will die soon!"
Iluso's voice was murderous.
But unexpectedly, he didn't see a trace of fear, a trace of retreat from Polnareff's expression, not even the most basic solemnity and seriousness.
On the contrary, Polnareff's expression is very calm now, even relaxed:
"Isn't it too shameless for a strong young man to come and fight with the old man?"
"Old man. Don't worry, I will protect you."
"Leave it to me here, and run away as soon as possible."
Polnareff carefully guarded the old man behind him.
The old man was also vigilantly aware of the danger, and began to evacuate towards the distance unconsciously.
"Still acting like a hero?"
"Protect others? Are you qualified to say such things now!"
Iluso hated this kind of heroic drama of protecting the weak.
But his ridicule not only did not hit Polnareff's fighting spirit at all, but instead elicited Polnareff's confident smile.
Yes, confident.
Polnareff suddenly had an inexplicable confidence.
This inexplicable temperament is confident, chic, and sharp.
To describe it in terms of metaphysics, it might be - sword intent.
"Do you think I just saw a random passer-by, and I couldn't wait to entrust the 'mission' to you?"
"No, this old man actually happens to be the most perfect option."
"Because, if it was him, even if the plan failed like it is now."
"He can also give me my last hope."
Saying that, Polnareff slowly squatted down.
He picked up a crutch from the ground, which was the crutch that the old man brought in when he was dragged into the mirror space:
"I can't handle anything in the mirror space."
"But whatever comes here from the real world, I can use freely."
Polnareff gripped the crutch tightly.
His wrist was flexible and trembling, and he used this unpretentious crutch to dance a dazzling sword flower:
"Iluso, don't you want to know my substitute ability?"
"Now--"
Polnareff held the cane vertically in front of his chest, and made a standard swordsmanship posture:
"I can show you a little bit!"
(End of this chapter)