Chapter 257 The Perfect Candidate

Unlike Li Qing, a delinquent who always likes to pay bills with a gun, Polnareff deeply understands the power of money.

As the saying goes, money can make the world go round.

Known: ghost=soul≈substitute.

So, money > substitute.

The cash ability is better to use than the substitute ability in most cases.

This is really not a joke, after all, most of the substitutes in this world are working for people with abilities.

The few remaining ones are themselves people with money abilities.

Polnareff has a deeper understanding of this:

When he and Kakyoin were able to defeat the enemy with the "Hanged Man" ability, the key to defeating them 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 make a lot of money delivering a bag of ice, and no one would turn down such a good job."

"Iluso, take a look -"

Polnareff shouted to Iluso 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 around and get to the station entrance. When you asked the substitute to concentrate on beating me, the ice cubes would have been sent to my companion!"

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Iluso's face darkened:

Indeed, I don’t know when, the wallet and ice cubes on the ground have disappeared.

Apparently, someone had already picked them up and sent them to the station as directed in the line of text.

But he didn't notice or notice the whole process.

In this case, even if he killed Polnareff, there would be no point.

Because the mission he carries is to prevent the ice from reaching the station, and to block all support from the outside for his struggling companions in the station.

Now that the ice cube has been sent back, Li Qing's companions will soon be able to enter the station with the ice cube.

"Prosote Bessie"

"Damn it. I actually made such a stupid mistake. I even forgot my 'mission'!"

When he thought that his stupidity might endanger the lives of his companions, or even ruin the hope of the entire assassination team, Iluso's heart became confused.

He regretted his carelessness and was filled with self-blame.

This strong sense of self-blame almost swallowed him up, making his healthy and intact body become inexplicably stiff.

I'm so stupid

Why wasn't it discovered earlier?

If I could have discovered it earlier, I might still have time.

etc.

Iluso's heart sank, but then jumped up again as if he had stepped on a trampoline:

"Asshole——"

"You're fucking bluffing me!"

He couldn't help but curse.

It was like someone who had both legs intact but was tricked into buying a pair of crutches. After Iluso realized what he was doing, he was so angry that he almost exploded:

"Say, 'The ice cubes have already been delivered to the station'."

"This is just nonsense meant to disturb my mentality!"

"From the time you caught a glimpse of the metal bar at the front of the car, to when I realized something was wrong, and now when the matter comes to light, less than half a minute has passed!"

"In this half minute, the passerby needs to see your message, pick up the ice wallet, and hesitate to judge."

"If so much time is wasted, how far can he go now?"

"I'm afraid I won't even get off the bridge in time!"

"If I am really intimidated by you and delay my pursuit, then I will be really tricked!"

Iluso growled and revealed the flaw he saw.

And he indeed grasped Polnareff's key point:

As soon as these words were spoken, the calmness that Polnareff pretended to be on his face suddenly became unsustainable.

"I'll kill you later!"

Iruso gave Polnareff a deep look.

He had no time to waste now.

Anyway, the prey has been imprisoned in this mirror world with no entrance and no exit. If you don't kill him for a while, you won't be able to change the world.

Just like that, Iluso held the rearview mirror tightly in his hand as a "camera" to observe the outside world, turned around and hurriedly ran towards the station.

half a minute ago.

An old man on crutches was walking slowly from the bridge.

Of course he wouldn't notice that when he walked slowly to the front of the car on crutches, a pair of eyes full of hope were looking deeply at him 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 the owner nearby.

The hood was raised high, and there was a faint pungent smell of gasoline.

"Is this car broken down?"

The old man thought casually.

He didn't pay much attention to it and was just going to go around the car and move on.

However, at this time, the old man heard a strange rustling sound coming from the side of the car——

It sounded like someone was using a knife to scratch the cement on the bridge deck, and it made a squeaking sound that made people feel 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 of words carved on the ground:

"Heavy reward:"

"Please send the ice cubes to the train station square ahead as soon as possible"

"What's the meaning?"

"Is it some kind of prank?"

The old man frowned, thinking this was some child's silly joke.

However, before he could turn around and leave, his eyes were attracted by something next to those lines of text:

First, a bag of ice cubes.

Then a wallet.

The wallet was bulging and round.

Even if its "mouth" is tightly closed, the inner beauty that cannot be hidden 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 head of the cane.

It was like suddenly opening the lid of a jar of fine wine. The moment the wallet was opened, the moment those colorful little cuties appeared.

The simple old man's breath was stagnant, and half of his body went limp.

He was almost drunk.

"Oh God"

"You actually have so much money?"

The old man hurriedly knelt down, picked up his wallet and touched it carefully:

“It’s real money, it’s real money!”

He was so excited that he was a little incoherent:

"Is all this money just a reward for transporting ice cubes?"

"what's going on."

The old man couldn't help but feel a little strange, and he was subconsciously wary.

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. This money is probably a test prize for passers-by. You can get it as long as you complete the task, right?"

No one wants to spit out the meat that reaches their mouth.

So the old man unconsciously tightened his grip on his wallet and found a reasonable excuse for this strange incident.

Then, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on the bag of ice cubes on the ground.

If you just take the money and walk away, it is serious theft. If someone pursues it, he will have to apologize immediately and pay back the money.

But as long as he brought the ice as instructed, the money should be considered his fair reward.

And the train station is only a few hundred meters away from here.

It's definitely not a loss for him to give it a try, but if the message is true and he gets double the reward, it will definitely be a bloody profit!

The old man struggled for a while and finally made a small calculation in his mind.

So, he put his wallet in his pocket, and then squatted down to pick up the ice cubes.

Then, the old man held an ice cube in one hand and a cane in the other. His old legs that were half buried in the ground actually felt like he was walking as fast as flying.

"Twice. Give me double the reward."

"There is such a good thing in the world!"

The old man thought about this wonderful morning in his heart.

But the good times didn't last long.

Not only was it not long, he didn't even have time to walk down the bridge, and something strange happened:

I saw a suspended mirror in the shape of a car rearview mirror suddenly appearing in the air next to the old man.

What appeared in the mirror was not the reflection of the old man, but the ferocious face of a young man.

"I found it and it really didn't go far."

"You old immortal, your road has come to an end!"

The man in the mirror said through gritted teeth.

"W-what?"

The old man panicked and wanted to run away with his cane.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Iruso yelled hysterically.

He and the man in the mirror stretched out their arms and tried their best to catch the old man's shadow in the mirror.

Before he even had time to struggle, the unlucky old man passing by was dragged into the mirror space by Iluso.

Not only him, but also the crutches in his hands and the ice packs in his arms were all dragged into the mirror world by Iluso.

"Bastard!" Iluso was still angry in his heart.

He was even more furious when he saw the bag of ice cubes that was almost delivered to the enemy.

He immediately flew out with a fierce kick, kicking the unsightly ice bag straight into the sky, and flew into the river in the blink of an eye.

It was only then that Iluso finally breathed a sigh of relief from the tension and anger:

“I caught up with my calculations correctly.”

"Your plan has been completely stopped, damn broom head!"

"ah!"

A scream sounded in the mirror space.

This is of course not Polnareff's desperate cry, but the collapse and roar of the unlucky old man after experiencing an incomprehensible supernatural event.

"What's going on? Who are you? Where are you?"

"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.

"So annoying!"

There was actually a hint of murderous 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 are always weeds that can be easily eradicated.

But now, because this old man wanted to transport ice to make money for some reason, the dreams and ambitions of their assassination team were almost destroyed.

"Stop making 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 frightened old man still refused to stop screaming.

Illustration simply did not waste any time.

He flew out with a kick, trying to smash the old man's mouth.

"stop!"

Polnareff shouted from the side.

He suddenly jumped out from the side and forcefully resisted the old man's kick.

"Haha. How dare you come here on your own initiative?!"

Iluso laughed coldly.

He looked at Polnareff's already bruised body and said with disdain:

"With your shaky body now, are you still in the mood to worry about others?"

"Don't worry about this troublesome old man. Anyway, you will die soon!"

Iluso's voice was murderous.

But unexpectedly, he didn't see a trace of fear, a trace of flinching, or even the most basic dignity and seriousness on Polnareff's expression.

On the contrary, Polnareff's expression now is very calm, even relaxed:

"Isn't it too shameless for a strong young man to come and fight with an old man?"

"Old man, don't worry, I will protect you."

"Leave this to me, and run away as quickly as possible."

Polnareff carefully protected the old man behind him.

The old man was also alertly aware of the danger and began to evacuate into the distance unconsciously.

"Still trying to be a hero?"

"Protecting others? Are you qualified to say such a thing now?"

Iluso hated this kind of heroic drama of protecting the weak.

But his ridicule not only did not dampen Polnareff's fighting spirit at all, but instead elicited Polnareff's confident smile.

Yes, confident.

Polnareff suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of confidence.

This inexplicable temperament is confident, chic and sharp.

To describe it in metaphysical terms, it might be - sword intention.

"Do you think I just saw a random passerby and couldn't wait to entrust my 'mission' to him?"

"No, this old man actually happens to be the most perfect option."

"Because, if it were him, even if the plan failed like it did now."

"He can also give me my last hope."

As he spoke, Polnareff slowly squatted down.

He picked up a crutch from the ground, which was the crutch the old man brought in when he was dragged into the mirror space:

"I can't lift anything in the mirror space."

"But anything that comes in from the real world, I can use it freely."

Polnareff held the cane tightly.

His wrist trembled flexibly, and he used this simple crutch to dance out a dazzling sword flower:

"Iluso, don't you want to know my stand-in ability?"

"Now--"

Polnareff held the crutch vertically in front of his chest and assumed a standard swordsmanship stance:

"I can show you!"