I, Xingyue, a Manga Artist!

Schuttrogheim held his hat and looked at Kurokawa and Mi, gritting his teeth: "It's too scary, we can't let such a person go outside, he will become a big enemy of the motherland."

"It must be killed, it must be killed no matter what!" Shutterheim waved his arm and pointed at Kurokawa Kazumi and said, "Don't panic! Kill him! Don't worry about anything, just shoot him to death!"

Da da da da da da da --

Countless machine guns fired at Kurokawa and Mi in this small space!

With such a rate of fire, even his reaction ability can't avoid it at all!

but-

"Sure enough, he's still alive!" The scientist on the side shouted strangely.

"As expected, machine guns can't kill you!" They knew very well that even a vampire wouldn't die from such an injury, let alone a higher life that feeds on vampires—

Kurokawa and Ya took a deep breath.

The bullets that penetrated into the body flowed in his own body, that's right, it was flow—

Then, it flowed all the way to my hands—

"Is that so..."

"Ah—he spoke! He actually spoke!"

"This is where the IQ is low!" The professional commentator Spitwagen is very clear about the current situation, he is a professional! Does he still not understand?

"He has a very high IQ, and he has mastered the language we use in such a short time!"

Kurokawa Kazuya stretched out a finger and pointed it at the forehead of a person in front of him, as if using a pistol—

boom-

finger.

The body made a sound as if the trigger was being pulled!

The bullet that entered him was shot out from between his fingers—

"Wow-"

A bullet hit a man in the head, ending his life.

"He gathered the bullets we shot to the fingertips and shot them back!"

"Hmm... this feels good..." Kurokawa and Mi moved their shoulders, and then shot all the bullets in their bodies—

Da da da da da da da da—

The ten fingers were like ten muzzles, shooting out countless bullets.

In an instant, the people in the room were emptied, and there were only three people left—

Only Spitwagen, Stroheim, and...Joseph Joestar, who just protected the two of them with the protective shield formed by the ripples of Stroheim's hair !

"This hair seems to be a little lacking in moisture. If you don't take good care of it, you will be bald in the future, Uncle German."

"When did you get here?" Spitwagen looked at Joseph in disbelief and said.

"Yo, old man."

It should be daylight outside now... Well, just wait here.

The current JOJO is very weak, and he can feel that the life energy in this guy's body is estimated to be about 1.5 at most, which is a little more than himself who just practiced Ripple in reality.

Sure enough, he deserves to be the one who said [The two most hated words in life are "work hard" and "work hard"]. I haven't practiced Ripple before... I obviously have this qualification.

His ripples, if the original Santana wanted to absorb them into his body, he wouldn't have died at all.

Just right, let's take a look at the capabilities of my own body here.

"Be careful, JoJo!"

JOJO walked towards Kurokawa and Mi slowly, then touched his nose as if teasing a monkey, and immediately retreated: "JIJU~~ Did you just talk? Hello, how are you feeling? Happy, happy, thank you Advice. Happy, happy, give me a lot of advice. Santana, come and learn together. 3, 4Happy, happy, give me a lot of advice.”

"JOJO stop messing around!"

"JOJO, what are you doing?" Spitwagen and Schuttrogheim looked at JOJO in disbelief and said.

"I think, is he a good person?" JOJO pointed at Kurokawa and Mi with one hand and said, "I don't think he should be defined as a bad person from the beginning."

"Oh, do you understand..."

Kurokawa and Mi moved twice and said.

"Oh-oh-you spoke, and you did speak!"

"It's okay." Kurokawa and Mi smiled: "I'm not very familiar with this language yet, but it will be fine slowly, and I will be able to master it after you speak a few more words."

"Yes, hello, hello, my name is Joseph Joestar, and these two people are named Spitwagen, Uncle Germany, what's your name?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! He killed so many of my subordinates!"

"Whispering, it's your fault." JOJO pointed at Shutterheim's nose and said, "What kind of experiment are you doing to shoot people with machine guns, idiot!" He stabbed Schuttroghelm with **** into Tom's nostrils.

"And I, I'm here to take you back to New York, Spitwagen, there's no need to fight him!"

"Exactly, I don't have this idea either, not everything has to be solved by fighting."

"Is it—?" Joseph said in surprise: "That's all right, all right, Mr. Spitwagen, let's go back now. It seems that we have nothing to do here."

"No—!" Schuttrogheim yelled quickly: "No, absolutely not! You can't let him go like this—otherwise, we humans will be doomed!"

"Sutrogheim right...I heard your name." Kurokawa and Mi said, walked to the side and found a place to sit down: "Then tell me, how do I want to destroy human beings? Why? To destroy mankind?"

"That's right, do you see, um...Sutrogheim? Look, how friendly he is, he doesn't seem to be destroying human beings at all, maybe we can get along peacefully in the future, so that's it, that's it, How about we make a friend? I like making friends the most, by the way, what's your name? Santana is the name these people gave you? What about your own name?"

"It doesn't matter, just call me Santana, I don't need another name now."

"Really...hey, Santana, why are you sleeping, and why are you waking up?"

"The reason for the deep sleep...probably was boredom. The reason for waking up, I was woken up by them." Kurokawa Kazumi looked at Shutterheim and said, "Okay, if you want to go, go, I want Stay here for a while."

"Damn...Damn—this guy must not be allowed to escape!" Schuttrogheim said as he ran towards the console: "I'm going to blow up this place!!"

"My great motherland lives forever!"