Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 64 Rescue the Enemy
Like all gangsters who have gone astray since childhood, Naranja had a very bad childhood.

His mother died young, his father was violent, and Nalanja, who was left alone and abused, dropped out of school early and wandered on the streets. In the end, he was betrayed by his trusted social elders and entered the juvenile detention center.

Because of this, he witnessed the darkest moment of his life at the age of 14.

And at this moment, Bugarati appeared.

Bugarati took in the homeless Naranca, treated him to pasta, helped him treat his eye disease, and tried his best to persuade him to stay away from gangsters and go home to study hard.

But after experiencing such a complicated life, Naranja could not go back.

He regards the man who saved his life as a god, and tries his best to pass the trials and join the organization to serve his "idol".

Because of Bugarati, Naranja became powerful.

As long as it is what Bugarati wants, whether it is fighting or killing, he can do it.

However, also because of Bugarati
Because of that strong and gentle man, Naranja, who fell into darkness at a young age, with bloody hands, always had a light in his heart.

Unfortunately, this light is killing him now.

"Shoot the gas tank and blow up the guy in the car."

"If I don't shoot, I will be killed by the virus."

"How should I choose?"

At the time of life and death, Naranja faced such a difficult choice.

If it weren't for the light in his heart, as a mafia member, this problem shouldn't be a problem at all.

However, he died on it.

"Why didn't you shoot?"

Looking at the trembling and purple-faced Naranja under the torment of the virus, Giorno asked with a moving expression:

"Do you know that guy in the car well?"

"No"

Giorno carefully looked at Mista lying on the car:

"Although I don't know why this guy is here, as far as I know, he should be just a passerby who has nothing to do with the Mafia."

"yes."

Naranja panted heavily:

"I don't know him at all."

"He just got knocked out and brought here because he offended us for some reason."

Hearing this, Giorno's eyes became more complicated:
"So not only has he nothing to do with you, but he's also barely your enemy."

"So."

"Why didn't you shoot?"

"Shoot and detonate the fuel tank to kill this outsider, won't you and your companions survive?"

"I don't know either! Cough cough cough cough"

Naranja coughed violently, and the blood spilled from the corner of his mouth became more and more vivid:
"Stop asking me such complicated questions."

"I have a bad brain since I was a child. I can't read at school. I will make my father unhappy at home. I will be deceived foolishly when I am a gangster."

"I'm so clumsy, I don't think so much at all."

"You ask me why?"

"I didn't think about anything, I just did it in such a daze!"

As he said that, he completely lost the strength to support his body, and lay powerlessly on the ground like a slug about to be sunburned.

"Hello, Naranja."

"And me. Aren't you the stupidest guy in this story?"

"Obviously survived"

Fugo laughed and cursed weakly, but his voice gradually returned to nothingness like his own fading life.

Similarly, the brilliance in Nalanga's eyes gradually faded.

The virus was devouring the lives of the two of them, and the disgusting and terrifying herpes even appeared on their deformed bodies.

And at this moment.
"Did you say before that this purple poisonous smoke is a 'virus'?"

Giorno asked so suddenly.

"kindness."

Fuge responded subconsciously, but immediately closed his mouth.

His life was almost gone, he just wanted to die with less effort.

However, Giorno only used a short sentence to call him back to the state of returning to the light:
"If it's a virus, I might have a way to save you."

Saying that, the golden experience emerged in the void, and walked towards Fuge and Naranja cautiously.

"The wood is big, the wood is big, the wood is big!"

The golden shadow of the fist waved towards Nalanja, to be precise, towards the red silk scarf on Nalanga's head.

This ordinary red turban was infused with powerful vitality, and in just a short breath, it turned into a little snake that swung its tail, spit out a letter, and lay coiled on Naranca's head.

"You, what are you doing?!"

Naranja couldn't accept the weird feeling of the snake on his head.

If it wasn't for his lack of strength, he would have jumped up from the ground to kill people now.

But Giorno said calmly:
"see it?"

"This snake was born from you, the 'source of disease'. Even if it comes into close contact with the virus, it can still live well."

He ordered the golden experience to pick up the snake slowly:
"You know what that means?"

Naranja: "???"

"So that's it!" Fuge's pupils shrank suddenly: "It's 'immunity'!"

"Animals in nature can evolve to adapt to the environment, even in many places where humans cannot live."

"This snake, this snake was born from a virus-infected area, and it has evolved a natural immunity against this killer virus!"

"And from the cells or blood of an immune organism."

"The serum that prevents the virus from multiplying can be extracted!"

"Yes."

Giorno glanced at Fugo approvingly, and ordered to the golden experience:
“Golden Experience!”

"Extract the serum from the snake's blood and inject it into the bodies of these two guys!"

The voice just fell, and I don't know why.
The golden experience first poked out a trace of blood from the little snake with lightning speed, and then used his fingers that looked like medical syringes to inject the fresh blood into the bodies of Fuge and Nalanja in turn.

"Ahhhhhh."

Fuge and Naranja who had been injected with the virus serum immediately wailed in pain.

However, amidst such excruciating pain, their pale and bleeding faces suddenly turned rosy.

At the same time, the horrible herpes growing on their skin quickly subsided, and their breathing and blood circulation became smoother.

"Is it really cured?"

"We survived!"

Fugo and Naranja once again experienced the excitement of surviving death.

And after the subconscious excitement, they couldn't help but looked at Giorno at the same time:
"Egg Roll Head"

"Why did you save us?"

"We almost killed your enemy several times!"

"indeed."

"Judging from the killing intent you showed me, even if you die from the virus's whole body festering, it's not worth regretting."

Giorno's voice was still calm, his eyes were as clear as water: "But."

He looked at Fugo and Naranja with his piercing and radiant eyes, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"You have also mentioned the name 'Buggarati' before, obviously, you are his companions."

"For some unexplainable reason, I need to seek help from this man."

"but."

Giorno said another but:
"Buggarati is not that important in my heart, and I will not be kind just because of a name."

"It is you who really let me choose to save you."

"It's the guy with the airplane, to be precise—he has an instinct, an instinct to move his body before his brain thinks about it."

"A guy with this instinct, no matter what his identity or position, he will not be a bad guy."

"So, it gave me a gut feeling."

He stepped forward and slowly stretched out his hand:
"Naranja, Fugo."

"We might be companions."

(End of this chapter)