[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

It's been more than two years working for this organization -- no, this team.

Risut's assassination literacy is very good, even if he had expected it, the man was still amazed.

The knife can accurately penetrate the vitals every time, the hand does not tremble in the slightest when holding the gun, there is not a drop of sweat all over the body, and the expression has never wavered in the slightest.

That year, he did the same when he sent his enemy to hell.

Calm and cautious.

Obviously it was the first time to kill someone, but it seemed that he was born to be suitable for this job. He even thought about how to deal with the traces of the scene.

A natural born assassin—

Born with a sharp edge.

But today, they seem to have discovered something——

"Risut, how about officially joining the organization? Of course, you probably won't be assigned to our group... But it doesn't matter, we can still contact you again." The man sat on the sofa and spread his hands towards him, " You have a token from the organization before, so that guy probably won't embarrass you too much."

"..."

Risut looked at him without saying a word.

He was smiling, and his clean appearance was completely different from the bloody gangster who shot at his family two years ago, and he still smelled of women's perfume from a trip to a high society party.

He sat like a gentle, considerate senior.

it's time.

thought Risut.

When he recruited him, he had this idea in mind.

It was time for his purpose to go deeper——

And he felt that he had already controlled him, even if he untied the dog's collar, the dog would not run away.

Dogs are so...but what if it's a wolf?

Risut's silence seemed to be an acquiescence, and the man showed a satisfied smile.

He told him to go to Naples a week later—to find a man in prison and officially join the passion.

A week later, Risut stood at the gate of the prison, looking at the golden badge in his hand, with no emotion in his scarlet eyes.

It doesn't matter if the interview is successful or not.

The point is——

power.

Two years is enough time for an assassin to figure out anyone.

He must obtain the invisible abilities displayed by those people.

...no, not invisible.

It's just that only those who have the same kind can see it...that's how it is.

Joining an organization does not necessarily give you strength, but Risut guessed that the so-called "interview" is a test of strength.

There is a possibility of acquiring that ability.

...Having said that.

Having said that—

"...Take these ingredients away, make a pizza and bring it to you tomorrow night?"

Risut, who got the test questions, was a little confused.

"Well, that's what happened." The fat man squinted at him, "Margherita pizza—of course, you don't need to make it, you can give it to someone else."

...Of course, cooking isn't part of the gang's must-have skills, after all.

But what's the matter with this test question.

Are you serious?

Risut, holding a pile of ingredients, was lost in thought.

"By the way, this thing." The fat man raised his hand, revealing the golden badge pinched between two fingers, "I'll return it to you after I pass the interview."

"—"

Risut's pupils shrank, and he reached for his pocket——

"..."

......No.

The medal... is gone.

"Although I don't know where you got it from, this is a token of the organization." The man yawned, "Okay, the visiting time is coming, let's go out."

"..."

...Is it returned to him only after passing the interview?

He frowned slightly, and turned around silently holding something.

—That's not something important.

Yes, that's not something important.

It's just...a memento left by a man who met once four years ago.

Not of any practical use, and even got him into trouble.

It doesn't matter if you lose it.

but--

"I'll get it back."

At the moment before he stepped out of the prison, Risut's voice reached Polpo's ears.

But this unimportant thing, which he thought he had forgotten, shone with the same light as that day when it was found out.

...that's weird.

Would such a thing glow in dimly lit alleys and in homes with drawn curtains?

Even the pictures in memory became clear, and there was even the residual warmth of the man's palm.

Risut resorted to a few tricks when he left the prison.

After all, it was necessary to search... He was not naive enough to think that Borbo would greet the jailer in advance.

Next-

Risut stood at the prison door lost in thought.

Looking for a chef?Or are you looking for a tutorial to do it yourself?

Having said that...why do you have to use the ingredients he gave.

Is there something special about it?

Realizing this, Risut frowned, wanting to dissect more than make pizza.

But if it's a day, it's not suitable to spend the night outside, so find a hotel first.

After arriving at the hotel, Risut put down all the ingredients and began to find a suitable method.

...Finally, I honestly found a chef.

"It's okay to make pizza, but you have too much cheese, right? Do you want to use up all of it?" The chef looked a little helpless, "Remuneration? No, it's not a matter of remuneration, but I also have requirements for the taste... ..."

"..."

"...Don't look at me so scary, I just do it."

The chef muttered and got to work.

Risut stared at him, but he didn't know how to cook, so he started looking at the kitchen after a while.

After starting working for the gang more than two years ago, it is rare to enter such a place.

A place with a breath of life - so to speak.

He was with the night, with the blood, and even the scent he smelled was bloody perfume.Those people don't take care of him, and of course they don't know how to cook in the house... After all, he is just a prop for them to achieve their goals.

But what exactly do they want to do?

Who the hell was that person, and why did they care so much?

The chef moved quickly, and by the time Risut looked around, he had already put the things into the oven.

The rest of the time is waiting.

Risut looked up at the clock, and was about to ask how long it would take, when he saw two pieces of cheese on the table.

"...you haven't run out?"

"Of course, right? I've said too much. You must be over a catty, right? One hundred grams is enough." The chef muttered, "If you want to make a few more servings, you don't have enough other ingredients, but Your cheese is good, why don't you sell it to me?"

"..."

Risut frowned.

Although there was nothing wrong with what the chef said, he always felt that something was wrong.

Polpo would give the wrong dose - would the examiner give him a mistyped test paper?

Just before he came to a conclusion, goose bumps appeared on the skin of his arm.

"—"

dangerous.

His body had already reacted, and Risut immediately pulled out a knife from the knife holder next to the cutting board, and began to look around vigilantly.

"Huh? What are you doing with the knife? By the way, the pizza is still a while away, do you want to—"

The chef's voice stopped abruptly.

He kept his hands outstretched and stood still, his eyes lost focus, and he stared blankly ahead, and then——

collapsed.

"?!"

Immediately afterwards, Risut suddenly felt short of breath, and after the scene in front of him faded away, he saw himself.

......Do not.

I saw... my own body.

He is out of his body.

"You bastard, lost the ingredients—"

"Goo, uh—!!"

Risut grabbed the dark-covered arm of the strange man with an arrow in his mouth who spoke such words, and while resisting with gritted teeth, a little flame rose from his eyes.

He was absolutely sure—something unusual happened.

The so-called cooking with these ingredients means using them all exactly... This is the test question.

The wrong portion is intentional at all——!

But compared to the crisis in front of him, he is more convinced——

This is, what those guys saw, this is——

The strength he needs!

The author has something to say: The Polpo test questions are randomized.Since the nature of Hei An is an automatic tracking type that can set conditions, the test questions depend entirely on the interviewer's mood...so don't ask me why I am not a lighter.

The boss is back next chapter.

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