Chapter 80 Do you think it’s FGO? No! It’s actually me, JOJO!
"This is Ghoul Street, the oldest, lowest and most dilapidated slum in London, a place where cursed people live. No decent person will ever step foot inside! No one in it is innocent, and any infectious disease will
From here flow out, thieves, prostitutes, robbers, thugs... they are all people who deserve their crimes, with sin flowing in their blood!"
The young police officer obviously has a huge prejudice against this slum.
However, although Ghoul Street is as notorious as "Knockturn Alley" in HP, it is like a chamber pot in a big shot's house, with its own unique value. It provides a one-stop service for selling stolen goods, gambling, black goods, and buying murders.
An alternative ecosystem is parasitic on the behemoth London.
When he first heard this name, Bai Lang's mind stirred, and he felt like he had heard of it somewhere before. But he was eager to complete the task and wanted to draw out the so-called 'evil power' from the slums, so he walked quickly.
Go in.
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The two Bai Langs, one dressed brightly and the other neat and tidy, were incompatible with the slum environment. Therefore, as soon as they entered, they attracted a group of playful and smiling thugs.
I don’t know if it’s because of the world background?
The gangsters surrounding him in front of him had an indescribable aura of the wasteland of the end of the century. They were obviously from the Victorian era, but their clothes were tattered and avant-garde. Steel nails were drilled into the corners of their mouths, nostrils, ears, and copper rings were strung on their faces.
They were smeared with oil paint, holding long guns and short knives, and had non-mainstream killer hairstyles, and surrounded the two Bai Langs.
One of the leaders laughed at his companions and said: "Look, guys with thin skin and tender meat are coming to your door. I want to cut them into pieces and try my newly bought knife. Is it sharp enough? Lick!"
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"Boss, you can definitely surpass that bastard Robert and become the new overlord of Ghoul Street!" Another thug said flatteringly.
"Can you please not cut it too finely? I like that guy's clothes!" One of the gangsters pointed at Bailang with a stick, not caring about the mood of the person involved, as if they were discussing how to cook two pieces of fat meat?
At this time, the little police officer next to Bai Lang looked extremely nervous with sweat dripping from his forehead in the cold weather. This scene made the thugs even more arrogant.
"No, I hate his hat! Go to hell, you poor guy from outside!" With that said, the leader rushed towards Bailang with a short knife indiscriminately.
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From the moment he entered the Ghoul Street, Bailang felt that the IQ of this group of people had plummeted. They would chop with their swords without asking the reason, just like the products of a mentally retarded inbred. Without thinking about it, what if I came to hire your sponsor father?
"Mr. Outland, run!"
Just as the young police officer spoke, the noisy atmosphere at the scene suddenly stopped. At this moment, Bai Lang stretched out his right hand and tightly grasped the opponent's sharp blade. Before he could exert any force, the opponent's arm was fixed in the air and unable to move. Everything was so...
of embarrassment.
"Huh? Huh!" The little boss was startled. He twisted the handle of the knife with all his strength, trying to cut through Bai Lang's palm, and then pulled out the short knife.
However, the blade was firmly held by Bai Lang, motionless. The power of attribute 6 was half the limit of an ordinary person, coupled with the strengthening of the body by the 'Horizontal Refining' ability, not only the physique was enhanced, but his palm was as tough as leather. At this time, he was holding the knife with his bare hands.
, the opponent can't even pull it out.
"Is your power so weak? Is this level considered a demon cave in London?" Bailang was a little confused. The combat effectiveness of Ghoul Street is so low!
"Are you...are you an idiot? You're empty-handed...ah! What's going on!" The gangster leader was surprised, and then screamed.
He found that in the palm of his hand, there was a knife wound that was deep enough to show the bone. The cut was very neat, and blood instantly poured out of the wound. He stepped back in pain, and looked at Bai Lang in panic, "What kind of magic is this?"
Bailang scattered the IBM particles in his palm and was satisfied with the 'thorns'.
When this ability reflects physical damage, the closer the contact, the stronger the effect. After receiving the knife with his bare hands, he continued to increase his grip strength and self-destruction. Although the palm of his hand was not cut, it was still in severe pain.
However, the sand sculpture on the other side was ignorant and fearless, and actually held the handle of the knife tightly, and Bailang's 'IBM particles' were directly entangled along the blade, establishing a stable anti-injury channel, and he was cut open instantly.
"Come together and kill them!"
The leader gave the order, and the surrounding thugs rushed forward without any sense of morality. The little policeman gritted his teeth and sprinted, knocked him over, and started fighting with the other party. The rest of them chased Bailang, waving their weapons and attacking the vital points with all their hands.
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"madness!"
Bailang also wanted to test the quality of this group of people, so he opened the "thorns" and greeted them without dodge.
But he quickly closed the 'Thorns', and with the passive enhancement brought by the 'Beam', he easily withstood their attacks. There were many back stabs with daggers and finger pointing, but he blocked them all one by one.
Down.
I saw that Bailang was so powerful that he danced with strong winds with his punches and kicks. He was hit in the face and his jaw was dislocated and he vomited blood. He was hit in the chest and his ribs were broken and he was unconscious. He kicked him and flew backwards, turning into a rolling gourd and motionless.
In the blink of an eye, these thugs fell to the ground and mourned: "Bah! None of them can be beaten!"
"Don't, don't come over!"
Just as the last one was lying on the ground in panic, constantly rubbing the ground with his elbows and moving backwards, more Ghoul Street thugs carrying sickles and wooden sticks surrounded him and looked at Bailang with malicious eyes.
"Sir, let's run away!" the young police officer said in fear.
"You go first, I'll cut it off for you." Although he said this, he put his hand into his pocket, and with a thought in his heart, he took out the 'Assassination of Flame' from the empty storage space, raised his hand and fired six shots at the crowd.
.with a look of unfinished expression.
Bang bang bang...!
The arrogant miscellaneous fish instantly became a frightened bird. Compared with punches and kicks, the continuous bullets were more terrifying.
Although Bailang kept his hand, he only penetrated the legs without causing any harm. However, the penetrating power of modern firearms is not as harmonious as in the movies. A mere human leg... the samurai sword can easily cut into four parts, and his bullets are more powerful.
It kills two birds with one stone and penetrates even more.
The penetrating injury to the leg was more terrifying than a severe beating. No one was dead, but the scene of everyone struggling and screaming, and the tragic scene of blood on the ground was even more torturous. This group of thugs instantly fainted, they were just joining in the fun
That's all, so he nervously confronted Bailang, as if he was ready to retreat at any time.
But no one loses, so one of the older ones gritted his teeth and asked: "What is the purpose of coming to Ghoul Street?"
"I'm looking for your boss, where is he? Tell him to get out and see me!"
The other party shook his head nervously: "Our leader is not here today and will not come back until tonight. Your Excellency, please leave!"
"Don't worry, you go back first, I want to take a walk here." Bailang drove away the little policeman, looking at the dilapidated slums, and was not in a hurry to leave. He came here to investigate clues, and wanted to get rid of the underworld here.
Maybe you can find something useful by searching in the store?
He pointed the gun at the oldest one: "You, yes, stop looking around. Arrange a smart gangster for me as a guide, or reward you with a bullet? Choose."
The other party had no courage, and without saying a single harsh word, he shouted loudly: "Little John, come here quickly and lead the way for this gentleman!"
Bai Lang activated the 'Thorn' and entered the standby mode, seemingly relaxed but secretly prepared for a surprise attack that might launch from behind at any time. He then called out to the 'Little John' and threw him a shilling, forcing him to lead the way and go deep into the food.
The interior of Ghoul Street.
The young police officer hesitated for a moment, looked at Bailang's retreating back, and finally gritted his teeth and turned around to exit.
The remaining gangsters also helped up a dozen wounded people. Although they secretly hated them, they did not dare to show it. Bailang did not hold back when he beat them, and they were shot even worse. In this age without antibiotics, once infected
It's the same as ascending.
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After taking Bailang's money, Little John was nervous at first and then gradually relaxed. When Bailang asked, he could still stutter a few answers.
However, after walking through the entire "Ghoul Street", he could not detect anything unusual. After questioning, he found that except for a few murderers, there were no supernatural "supernatural events" in this slum, which made him very puzzled.
Just as he was walking through a certain section of dilapidated street, Bailang suddenly stopped.
"What's the matter, sir?" Little John asked timidly.
"I smell a familiar smell, it's really interesting!" In London of this era, he actually smelled the smell of Chinese medicine, and he couldn't help but feel curious. It happened that the medicine he used to temper his body had also been used up, so he just needed to replenish it.
So I turned around decisively and walked towards the source of the smell.
When Little John saw what he did, his face suddenly changed and he dissuaded him: "Sir, wait, don't go there! It's very dangerous."
"Why?" Bailang asked curiously.
"There... there lives a strange Eastern man who knows witchcraft. He hangs out with poisonous snakes and toads all day long. Many gangsters who have threatened and extorted him have died inexplicably. You'd better not go there."
"When you say that, I'm even more curious." Bailang ignored the dissuasion and walked towards the end of the dead end. In a dark corner, he found an inconspicuous shop with a few small traditional Chinese characters written on the sign.
Chinese?
With curiosity, Bai Lang pushed open the door and entered. The owner of the store also sensed the sound and looked up at the same time.
This is a disgusting and ugly face. If Bai Lang were to rate it, the charm might only be 1, but the limit would be 2. At the same time, the opponent's stature is unusually short, like a dwarf.
When he saw Bai Lang come in and dressed up in a classy outfit, he immediately began to flatter him. His accented English was particularly weird, and it matched the other person's curious facial features, which was very attractive to the Oriental people.
"What's your name? You're from the Qing Dynasty?"
"Yes, you can just call me 'Wen Qing'!" The boss named Wen Qing had a very low attitude.
At this moment, Bai Lang was shocked. The owner of the dwarf drugstore named Wen Qing, from Ghoul Street...he suddenly woke up and asked: "Is the boss of your street a man named 'Spitwa'?"
Root' guy?"
Little John nodded repeatedly: "Yes, SPW is our boss!"
The gangster superstar who dominates Ghoul Street, 'Yangko Star, God of Commentary - Spitwagen'...
"Go to hell with FGO! My little Jack!" Brother Lang covered his face in pain.
