Marvel With Zanpakutou-Chapter 639: Finding A Way Out

"Ichi...Maru Gin..."

The Captain of 5th Division, Aizen, had a complex dark color on his face, as if he was feeling extreme regret and anger for his momentary carelessness.

Whether it was when Ichimaru Gin chose to start, or using Chen to divert his attention, all of this looked like a huge conspiracy that had been prepared long ago.

Aizen lips opened and closed, slightly squirmed and seemed to want to say something, but unfortunately, he could not do it. He could only open his unwilling eyes, swayed back and fell heavily to the ground.

Plop...

The 5th Division Captain Aizen, in the 5th Division Courtyard, was killed by Ichimaru Gin, the 3rd Division Captain, in a sneak attack.

This elegant man fell to the ground with gloomy and dead eyes. More than 90% of his chest, a large area of organs, bones and flesh, were all dissolved and hollowed out by that force. The way of death can be called extremely miserable.

Gulp...

There was a trace of warm blood that splashed on the faces of the two people next to him. Whether it was the sticky touch or the smell of blood that echoed in the nose, it was undoubtedly telling the two of them clearly that everything that happened in front of them was the truth!

The 5th Division Captain was really dead!

And the person who killed him was actually the captain of Gotei 13th, the captain they first saw, the captain of the 3rd Division, Ichimaru Gin!

Shit!

Barton and Constantine's faces were pale. They knew that they were in trouble!

In this situation, even a fool knew that since the other party dared to kill a captain death god in front of them, he must be ready to eliminate the roots.

And the two of them, as the only witness at the scene, naturally would not have a good end, and would be 100% killed by Ichimaru Gin.

F*ck!

Barton secretly cursed at the bottom of his heart. It was simply bad luck. This kind of thing could be seen by them. The luck was lower than the lottery won by Fever!

This... is this death?

Constantine's eyes were somewhat blank.

It seems that he can't accept this fact, but after seeing Aizen's death, he has to force himself to accept it.

Perhaps, his intuition was wrong.

This humble and elegant captain, the situation was not as he expected. He was a liar who was good at hiding and disguising himself. There was no conspiracy against them. He was really just a relatively simple, gentle and kind captain.

No matter what the truth was.

Aizen was already dead, and Constantine could almost conclude that this was definitely not a fake death, but a real complete death.

The smell of blood in the air, the salty smell that splashed into his mouth, the warm blood that fell on his skin, and the tragic corpse in front of him undoubtedly confirmed this point!

"Damn, we were all tricked!"

"All of this was his trap, we became his accomplices!"

Constantine felt a chill in his heart. He, who was quick-witted, immediately realized that this was a trap.

And the person who set this trap is the murderer who killed Aizen in front of him, 3rd Division Captain Ichimaru Gin!

This poisonous snake like cold man, with the help of the disturbance they caused, transferred all death god in 5th Division, and then seized this opportunity to appear, using words to disturb Aizen's mood, and finally sneak attack to kill.

Pa...

Ichimaru Gin listened quietly, then clapped and smiled: "It seems that you are not so stupid, but now you know, it is too late, two Mr. Invader."

It is really too late.

From the moment they saw Aizen was killed, they have decided the next fate. Now they have to face a big problem, which is how to escape from Ichimaru Gin.

Barton and Constantine looked at each other, and their hearts were full of unspeakable bitterness. One person cheated the other, and they were also brothers.

"Now, it's your turn."

Ichimaru Gin cheeks were stained with a little blood, and the corner of his mouth was hooked with a familiar arc. His expression was obviously a smile, but there was an unspeakable coldness, which made people feel extremely scared.

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Hurry up. Think of a way!

It must be possible, hurry up and think of it!

Constantine's forehead was full of cold sweat, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in his brain, analyzing all the best ways to escape, and trying to find the one with the highest success rate.

Barton's breathing became rapid, the blue veins on his temples were bulging, and his eyes kept wandering around, trying to find a direction to escape.

"I'll give you ten seconds,"

Ichimaru Gin said slowly, but it was like a death bell, constantly pressing on the nerves of the two people. frёewebnoѵēl.com

This man was a treacherous and cunning demon. He admired these humans who had fallen into a desperate situation and were still struggling for hope.

They were like prey that had been bitten by a poisonous snake. They could only watch as they were gripped tightly, bit by bit, suffocated, and slowly died in despair and pain.

Directly rush out?

No, absolutely not!

With the speed of the captain death god, their heads would have already fallen to the ground before they even stepped out of the room.

Unless...

Using one person as bait and the other waiting for an opportunity to escape, perhaps they could buy a little bit of time!

But if this was the case, the person who chose to stay as bait would definitely die.

There was no other way.

Constantine's eyes narrowed. Out of all the methods he could think of, this was the only one that had the highest feasibility!

Even so, the success rate would not exceed 30%. It could be said to be very slim, but they had no other choice.

"Time is up!"

Ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye. Ichimaru Gin held the short sword and walked to the nervous two with a smile. He calmly said, "Have you thought about how to escape?"

"Of course!"

Constantine growled and spiritual power burst out in his foot. He directly threw Barton and turned to hit the wall next to him.

Bang

The wall collapsed.

Constantine took a big stride and fled into the night without any hesitation.

F*ck, I was sold ?!

Barton saw this scene and froze in place for a few seconds. It seemed that he did not expect Constantine to abandon him so decisively.

"Haha ---very decisive choice."

Ichimaru Gin smiled, but then his eyes were cold: "Abandoning companions to attract me and choose to escape first. This method is indeed good, but unfortunately it is useless to me."

Constantine, who had just escaped less than a hundred meters away, suddenly felt a sharp wind blowing into his ears.

When he hurriedly looked back, he saw a cold silver sword light gradually occupy his eyes.

Scoff -! ! !

His eyes were filled with astonishment. The head with messy blonde hair was thrown high into the air the moment the silver sword light flashed past.

"The first one."

Under the night sky, a cold voice accompanied by white feathers danced in the slight wind.

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight falling from the sky, a slim and well-proportioned figure floated to the ground. His messy silver hair rose and fell slightly, revealing a cold smile on the corners of his lips.

Constantine's body, which had lost its head, fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, heavily smashing on the ground.

"Oh. It's your turn."

Ichimaru Gin put sword back into the sheath and turned to look at the person in the room.

However, when he looked at it, his face changed slightly, and his narrowed eyes opened slightly, revealing a touch of astonishment.

The person in the room disappeared!

At the location of the person, there was a fake person who was tied up with straw.

On the face of the straw dummy, a smear of bright red blood outlined a strange smile that was almost mocking.

The Spiritual Power he sensed came from this straw -- fake person.