"Ah sneeze!"
Constantine suddenly sneezed.
"Keep your voice down, what if you are discovered?!"
In a dark and opaque house, Barton glanced at the man dissatisfied: "Those gods of death haven't gone far yet."
Constantine, who was nestled in the corner, tugged on his coat, rubbed his sore nose, and muttered in a low voice: "I didn't mean it. Besides, can I control this thing?"
"Anyway, don't make any more noise!" Barton sat in the opposite corner of the house, observing the small display on his arm: "When those gods of death are a little farther away, we will move to the next hiding spot."
The display on his arm is connected to dozens of tiny mosquito-like biological monitors on the street outside.
These mosquitoes are extremely stealthy and have no spiritual pressure fluctuations at all. They can bypass the spiritual detection of the gods of death, allowing them to predict the search routes of the gods of death in advance, so as to choose the best hiding spot.
Relying on these mosquito monitors, they escaped the first wave of searches.
Now, they have to find a way to get closer and explore where Tony is being held.
"It seemed like someone was talking about me just now..."
Constantine touched his messy blond hair and looked a little depressed: "This is not a good sign. Of the few people left who can still talk about me now, probably few of them want me to live, right? "
Barton's eyelids twitched: "How many people have you offended?"
"Let me think about it..."
Constantine thought for half a second, and then grinned: "By now, I have lost count."
"Can we be separated?"
"Huh? Why?"
"I'm afraid of being killed by you."
"I consider you my friend, and you treat me like this?!"
"I always feel that... the word friend doesn't sound like a good word when it comes out of your mouth."
"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."
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The burly man raised his hand and caught the thrown photo.
The man in the photo has messy blond hair and the decadent face of a middle-aged uncle. His eyes are cloudy and not bright at all, and there is not even a glimmer of hope. It seems to contain endless sorrow and darkness.
To a certain extent, it is the look of a strong man!
No matter whether he was the strongest or not, that's what the burly man thought after seeing this quite vivid photo.
Even the messy blond hair was judged to be the unruly look of a strong man, and his eyes contained endless sorrow. It was a strength that only a man who had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood and emerged from extremely tragic battlefields could possess. or eyes!
Frank didn't know that the other party could figure out so much based on just one photo.
"It's this look, this is the opponent I want!"
The burly man flicked his fingers and threw the photo to Loli sitting on the high wall, and pulled out the serrated Zanpakutō stuck in his waist: "But before I go to find this man, I just want to get rid of you." .”
"etc!"
Frank's eyelids twitched. He didn't think he could defeat a captain, so he hurriedly said the excuse he had thought of for a long time: "I know Lord Carr. He asked me to pretend to be a member of the 11th Squadron. I don't know. Do you know him?"
"Who knows..."
The burly man raised his sword eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, and his smile became more ferocious: "It doesn't matter to anyone. After running such a long way, we finally bump into someone, so let's fight."
"Fight..."
Frank's pupils shrank slightly and he subconsciously took half a step back.
This unknown captain seems to be even crazier than he imagined. He will fight with others if he disagrees with him. The words and lies he prepared are basically useless.
"Hey, Traveler, tell me, what's your name?"
The man's single eye stared directly at him, and the scar that stretched across his face was twisted, revealing a terrifying and ferocious smile.
Frank looked at the man who was as tall as a mountain in his eyes, was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Frank Custer, nicknamed the Punisher."
"Didn't you just say... that you are a member of Squad 11?"
The burly man slowly took a step forward, and the jagged blade drew a spark on the ground, making a harsh friction sound:
"Then let me teach you the rules of the 11th Squadron. Before you decide to kill an enemy, you must give your name, so that when the enemy goes to hell, he will not even know who he was killed. .”
Could it be...
Frank swallowed, and a terrible thought quietly emerged in his mind.
Zheng——
The jagged long knife scraped the ground and the wall, drew a perfect half-arc in the air, and landed on the shoulder of the burly man. Along with the sound of the golden bell behind his head, the hoarse voice echoed like the alarm bell sounded by the god of death. on this narrow street.
"Captain of the 11th Division, Kenpachi Zaraki."
"Traveler, keep this name in your heart. Even after you go to hell, don't forget to kill the man who killed you!"
In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale!
The terrifying spiritual pressure that was huge enough to affect the celestial phenomena came overwhelmingly like a tsunami!
The figure in front of him was suddenly lifted up hundreds of feet, like a majestic and unreachable huge mountain, exuding an aura that swallowed everything, even light and sound, like an abyss. The air suddenly became heavy and sticky, and even It takes all the effort to breathe.
this moment.
It felt like... facing a furious ocean.
Wave after wave of violent waves rising up from heaven to earth seemed likely to smash his lonely boat into pieces at any time!
Such terrible spiritual pressure...
How could there be...such a monster in the world?
Even when facing Lord, I never felt such terrifying spiritual pressure.
His muscles and bones just withstood this spiritual pressure, which made him feel as if he had been run over by a heavy truck. His whole body seemed to be stimulated by electricity. The pores all over his body suddenly shrank and closed, and cold sweat suddenly seeped from his back. Come out and wet the Death Tyrant outfit.
Captain of Squad 11...Kenpachi Zaraki!
It is said that he is the only one in the current generation who has inherited the name of "Kenpachi", and his combat ability is among the best in the entire Soul Society.
I just didn't expect that how could he be so lucky?
Not long after he pretended to be the 11th Squadron, he bumped into the captain of the 11th Squadron. He seriously suspected that he had been cursed by the goddess of fate!
"Hey... aren't you ready to draw your sword?"
Zaraki Kenpachi held the serrated Zanpakutō and smiled ferociously: "If the prey we finally meet is too weak, it would be too disappointing."
boom--! ! !
There was an extremely cold and monstrous murderous intention, as if thousands of swords had penetrated his body.
Obviously the other party just stood there without moving, but Frank felt that he had died thousands of times, as if he was shocked by the murderous intention, and he didn't make any reaction for a long time.
"Hey, hey, give me a reaction."
Zaraki Kenpachi tilted his head, seeming a little disappointed and said: "Is that all you have?"
Frank took a deep breath, forced his brain to calm down, and then raised the spiritual pressure in his body to its peak in one breath, shouting in an almost hysterical voice: "Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless - pale justice!"
