"Achoo!"
Constantine suddenly sneezed.
"Lower your voice, what if you are discovered?!"
In a dark room with no light, Barton looked at the man with dissatisfaction: "That group of death god has not gone far."
Constantine, who was nestled in the corner, pulled the coat on his body, rubbed his sour nose and whispered: "I didn't mean it. Besides, is this thing something I can control?"
"In short, don't make any more noise!" Barton sat at the opposite corner of the house and observed the small screen on his arm. "When those death god are a little further away, we will move to the next hiding spot."
The screen on his arm was followed by dozens of small mosquito-shaped creatures on the street outside.
The size of these mosquitoes was extremely hidden, and there was no fluctuation of Spiritual Power at all. It just so happened that they could bypass death god's spiritual sense to investigate, allowing them to predict the route of death god's search beforehand, thus choosing the best hiding spot.
Relying on these mosquito monitors, they avoided the first wave of search.
And now, they had to find a way to get closer to the depths, and then investigate the place where Tony was imprisoned.
"Just now, someone seemed to be talking about me..."
Constantine touched his messy blond hair and looked a little depressed. "This is not a good sign. The remaining few people who can still talk about me probably don't want me to live?"
Barton's eyelids jumped. "How many people have you offended?"
"Let me think about it...."
Constantine thought for half a second, and then grinned: "I can't count the things now."
"Can the two of us separate?"
"Huh? Why?"
"I'm afraid that I'll be killed by you."
"To think that I treat you as a friend, and you treat me like this?!"
"I always feel that... the word friend,
It doesn't sound like a nice thing to say out of your mouth."
"It's a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding."
...
...
...
The burly man raised his hand and caught the photo.
The man in the photo had messy blond hair and a decadent face of the middle-aged uncle. His eyes were cloudy and there was no light in them. There was not even a trace of hope. It was as if there was endless sorrow and darkness.
From a certain point of view, it was the eyes of a strong person!
Regardless of whether he was the strongest or not, this was what the burly man thought after seeing this extremely vivid photo.
Even the messy blond hair was determined to be the unruly of a strong person, containing endless sorrow in his eyes. Only men who had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood and walked out of the incomparably tragic battlefield would have the eyes of a strong person!
Frank did not know that with just one photo, the other party had imagined so much.
"It's this kind of look, this is the opponent I want!"
The burly man snapped his fingers and threw the photo to the loli sitting on the high wall. He pulled out the saw-like zanpakuto that was inserted in his waist. "But before I go to find this man, I can get rid of you conveniently."
"Wait!"
Frank's eyelids jumped. He did not think that he could defeat a captain. He quickly said what he had already thought of. "I know Lod Carl. He asked me to pretend to be a member of 11th Division. I don't know if you know him?"
"Who knows."
The burly man raised his eyebrows and seemed to think of something. His smile became more ferocious. "It doesn't matter who it is. After running for such a long distance and finally meeting one, let us kill each other."
"Kill..."
Frank narrowed his eyes and subconsciously took half a step back.
This unknown captain seemed to be even crazier than he had imagined. He wanted to kill someone without a single word. The excuses and lies he had prepared were basically completely useless.
"Hey, tell me, what's your name?"
The man looked straight at him with one eye. The scar on sword's face was twisted, revealing a terrifying smile.
Frank looked at the man who was as tall as a mountain in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Frank Castel, nicknamed the Punisher."
"Didn't you just say that you are a member of 11th Division?"
The burly man slowly stepped forward, and sword, who was like a saw, drew a spark on the ground, making a harsh sound of friction.
"Then I will teach you, the rules of 11th Division, when you are determined to kill an enemy, you must report your name, lest the other party doesn't even know who you are after going to hell."
Could it be...
Frank swallowed his saliva, and a terrible idea quietly emerged in the brain sea.
slash-
Sword, who had long saw-like teeth, wiped the ground and the wall, drew a perfect half arc in the air and fell on the shoulder of the burly man. Accompanied by the sound of the golden bell behind his head, the hoarse voice was like the alarm clock that death god rang, echoing in this narrow street.
"11th Division Captain, Zaraki Kenpachi."
"Traveler, keep this name in mind. Even if you go to hell, don't forget the man who killed you! "
In an instant, the sky and earth lost color!
Spiritual Power, who was so huge that he could affect the sky, attacked like a tsunami!
The figure in front of him was suddenly raised by hundreds of meters, like a grand and unreachable mountain, emitting an imposing aura that was like an abyss that swallowed everything and even light and sound. The air suddenly became heavy and sticky, and even breathing needed to be done with all his strength.
At this moment.
This feeling was as if he was facing the raging ocean.
Wave after wave of violent waves of heaven and earth were set off, as if they could smash him, a lone boat at any time!
What a terrifying Spiritual Power.
How can there be such a monster in the world?
Even when facing Lod, he did not feel such a terrible Spiritual Power.
The muscles and bones only bear this Spiritual Power, which makes him feel like being crushed by a heavy truck. The whole body seems to be stimulated by electricity. The pores all over the body suddenly shrink and close. Cold sweat instantly seeped out from the back and wet the dead bully.
11th Division Captain, Zaraki Kenpachi!
It is said that the only person who inherits the name of 'Kenpachi' is the best in combat ability throughout the entire Soul Society.
I just didn't expect that my luck could be so bad.
It didn't take that long for the fake 11th Division to collide with the captain of 11th Division, he seriously suspected that he was cursed by the Goddess of Fate!
"Are you still not ready to pull out the sword?"
Zaraki Kenpachi held the jagged Zanpakuto and smiled ferociously: "It wasn't easy to find prey. If their performance was too weak, it would be too disappointing."
Boom!
An extremely cold and monstrous killing intent, as if millions of sword had pierced his body.
Obviously, the other side just stood there and did not move, but Frank felt that he had died thousands of times, as if he was shocked by the killing intent, and Half Heaven did not respond.
"Hey, hey, give some reaction."
Zaraki Kenpachi tilted his head and seemed to be a little disappointed. "Is this all you have?"