[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

Risut walked around the alleys of Venice and found the villa.

The man named Diablo lives in a villa with a fake identity, but he is always absent.

He looked at the quiet house with the curtains drawn in silence, and after a while, he looked away, using metal products to hide his body and left.

"Risut." Proxieter took a bite of his cigarette, and looked at the captain who had just returned from a domestic plane, "Did you come back from a mission?"

"No one is looking for trouble recently." Risut shook his head, "Didn't Jiaqiu and Iluso go to take private orders?"

"Well, but I can't tell about Illuso's side..."

Proshout exhaled smoke, and saw that Risut seemed not interested in continuing the conversation, so he turned sideways to get out of the aisle.

"That's right." He said suddenly, "Some time ago—that nonsense horse race, although he didn't get the top three, but the top sixteen seems to have given Jiaqiu a bonus."

"Ah?" Risut was stunned for a moment, "Is there a bonus?"

"Yes, it seems to be ranked by points, more than 6000 million lire."

...better wages than assassinating a man.

Risut and Prosciut looked at each other, how should they make eye contact... Gaciu's bonus was shared with the whole team.

But other than this—

"Where are Meloni and Bessie? Holmaggio went out to pick up things, I know that." Risut said, "Did they also receive private orders?"

"That's not true, but I heard that Meloni made a fortune in the casino before... Bessie, I will temporarily hand it over to the cadre of the intelligence team."

"...?"

"It's because I don't like cowardly brats—although I'm not happy with her description, but it seems good for Bessie to teach her to practice." Proxieter paused, "There's no harm."

 …The downside could be that Bessie came back already strapped.

Unexpectedly, after Trixiu's incident ended, everyone became busy with their own lives instead.

Due to their current physical problems, Gerald and Solbey could only go out at night. They used to be active on missions, but now they spent most of their time processing information.

The general task is easy to say, but the assassination target has a little background... No one can guarantee that the assassination will not grasp the timing and it will be dawn.

The reason why there is such a thing as assassination is to reduce losses.

Doing this kind of thing will only pay off.

After listening to Proxiet in silence, Lisute nodded and went back to his room to change his clothes.

He was about to take a shower when he saw...the black peaked cap in the closet.

"..."

He raised his hand to get the hat, but in the end he just touched the brim of the hat and withdrew his hand.

--It is nothing special.

He always thought that these things were nothing special.

Whether it was the golden medal that the man gave him when he was a teenager, or this black peaked cap that was returned to him later, there was nothing special about it.

Things in the world are always divided into useful and useless, and it happens that they are all in the category of useless.

There is no way to use it to kill people, nor can it be used in exchange for benefits.

It even shakes him occasionally.

There are a lot of medals that everyone in the organization has, and ordinary peaked caps that can be bought anywhere.

——What is so special about it?

If you have to say it, it can only pass through that person's hand.

Even that person can say...do nothing.

He just met the man in Sicily who seemed to be a tourist and asked him for directions.

And then right into trouble.

That can't even be called trouble.

Being asked for directions, tipped, and the gangsters who occupied that area looking for trouble seems to be a matter of course.

As long as the tip is handed over, it's like nothing happened.

but--

How to describe it.

Risut thought he did remember every minute about the man after that.

He even remembered the long, pink hair that was revealed the moment the man's wig was removed and his hat was put on.It seems to be braided into several strands for easier hiding.

He blinked, the picture in front of him faded away, and he continued to undress, wrapped in a towel and went to the bathroom.

Water always calms the mind.

He unscrewed the shower head, and when he was about to squeeze out the shower gel, the glass on the side shattered.

The bathroom of this villa in Sicily is on the first floor, and the side facing the outside of the bathroom is opaque glass. With this shattering, Risut can even see the messy garden that has not been taken care of by the team members.

The assailant was an adult man about 1.8 meters tall, but he didn't seem to be a stand-in messenger. After rushing in, he planned to shoot him.

Risut turned sideways, elbowed the man in the back, and clamped his arms.At the moment he let out a cry of pain, stepped on his back and dislocated his arm.

Although it is a villa, the bathroom is still a bit cramped.

Because everyone's opinions were first considered, a private bathroom was built for everyone... which directly led to the fact that everyone's bathroom is not big.

For a tall man of his stature, it was really a little too much for him to move around.

But the experienced assassin just lowered his eyes slightly, and then stepped on the man's wrist.

It's bad not wearing shoes, stepping on people doesn't hurt enough.

The man did not let go of the gun and even tried to switch to the other hand to pull the trigger.

Risut bent down and clasped the man's face with his backhand.

The back and forth just now has bought enough time.

Risut let go only when sharp metal emerged from under his skin, taking the man's life away.

The man's body fell to the ground with a "boom", and the pistol slipped out, even the clip fell off.Blood oozed from the wound made by the metalwork, because the shower had been turned on, and the color of the blood was stained on the ground.

"Risut?" Proshut knocked on the bathroom door, "Someone attacked?"

"Well, it's okay." Risut threw the blood-stained towel into the bathtub and changed back into his pajamas. "I'll borrow your bathroom later, and I'll deal with the corpse first."

It's a daily routine.

Killers will always face revenge, so even in normal times, you have to be vigilant.While traces are cleaned up most of the time... there are occasional omissions.

Risut picked up the dropped gun and put it on the sink.

An assassination outside is an assassination, and there is no need to dispose of the corpse... Anyway, the police came back to collect the corpse in the end, but their own territory is different.

Might have to find a place to bury it later.

Risut had a slight headache.

He was somewhat relieved after dealing with the cleaning problem in Prosciut's bathroom.

But it seems that because of the attacker's interruption, the water did not wash away his memories of the past.

From more than a year ago, his memory is confused.

Things from the "future" almost went to his head.Those memories that appeared suddenly couldn't find their origin at all, and they just rushed into his brain like that.

Originally, the word "future" should be related to something that hasn't happened yet, but the part related to Diablo still made him feel confused.

Gerrard and Solbey were sentenced to death, the whole squad betrayed the organization, and the companions died one by one.

There was a fight with a boy named Dobbio in Sardinia, and he fell under the bullets of Aerosmith.

Either one of them made his head swell.

— like a dream.

It was like a dream, thought Risut.

But whether it's the boy turning into a BOSS and making a voice like a man he is familiar with, or the perception of bullets and rain hitting his back, they are all extremely real.

It was as if he had experienced death once.

Then the dream began to come true, and Gerald and Solby met their foreknowledged deaths just by one oversight.

Risut doesn't really want to believe this.Some things can always be faked. Even if it seems to be a foretelling or the real future, it is undeniable that it may be an illusion caused by someone's substitute.

But their deaths hit him hard.

He started investigating about the BOSS.

This is a taboo in the organization, even though the BOSS is very tolerant of many things - but the only point of investigating him is the threshold that cannot be crossed.But now that Gerald and Solby were dead, he could not deny the possibility of that dream.

It was the chaotic, cobweb of death that intertwined in the brain.

But what happened later was completely different.

Whether it was Polnareff's proactive contact, or a man with a familiar voice whom he met in Florence.

He still couldn't see his face.

The Mania that Risut met in the past was a disguise, and the Dobbio that Risut saw in the future is a shell.

—but the man knew.

The man acquiesced to the title "BOSS", without a doubt - he knew that there was something wrong with himself and the captain of his assassination team.

Even he himself stands in the quagmire of this question.

At first he just wanted to test it out. After all, he didn't know the boss's substitute ability... If he didn't know the opponent's ability, but the opponent might know his own substitute ability well, the opponent was not within his range, and the possibility of winning Sex is negligible.

was pinned down.

At least that's what Risut thought after the BOSS left, before he confirmed that what was smeared on his neck was cream.

...why cream?

The white-haired man stared at the cream on his finger, wondering why the BOSS frightened him with such a non-threatening thing.

...and he was indeed intimidated.

Although he did feel the malice, the man's killing intent was not carried through to the end.

From that day on, it was different from that dream.

After all, in that "future", before going to Sardinia, I didn't have any contact with the boss.

But the attitude of the BOSS did make him a little suspicious——

He should have known.

They had seen him more than once, and even if he disappeared for a while, neither the peaked cap nor the badge he carried with him could be faked.

But he seems to be the only one who remembers.

And most importantly——

Risut felt that the man in the "future" was not the same as the boss he knew.

At least not quite the same.

Risut went back to the room and picked up the peaked cap that he hadn't touched much just now, and tried to put it on for himself—but it seemed that his physique was too different from that of his youth, and even after adjusting the straps at the back, it was still a little tight. .

...It can only be regarded as a souvenir, this thing.

Perhaps because he felt that this souvenir was not the most powerful proof, out of caution in the past, Risut started to investigate later.

——Verify whether the BOSS and the BOSS are the same person.

Is the man in my memory holding his collar and having his oxygen taken away by metal products the same man as the man I know with many faces?

Of course, there is only one enthusiastic BOSS.

And although I don't want to admit it -- but that "future" is indeed a reality that cannot be called a dream.

The question is whether this "truth" belongs to oneself.

Compared with these unverifiable memories, Risut is more inclined...to find evidence from the BOSS himself.

The simplest evidence is the "arrow".

The Star Arrow that I saw on that train seemed to be carved on Diablo's skin.

That is the strongest evidence.

In the memory related to the "future", there is nothing on the arms of the Crimson King used by Dobio.

And the truth is—on the way to the future, he did once see the arrow that could serve as proof.

As if a star like himself.

Yet Diablo always seemed wary, unwilling to accept anyone around him.

He obviously remembers, remembers about the "future".

But she was hiding in the dark, unwilling to even light the candles around her.

When I saw the arrow, did I breathe a sigh of relief, or did I have more complicated emotions?

Risout thought it was as pointless as obsessing over whether the real part of all this was the past or the future.

In the final analysis, whether it is "past" or "future", it is too complicated to judge.

Assassins are extremely good at and skilled at pulling aside those intertwined threads and grabbing only the one they need.

It doesn't matter what Diablo thinks.

after all......

Risut took off the hat, which no longer fit, and put it back in the closet.

He just wanted to catch the stars, so—

All that Risut Nero needs in this place is "now".

The author has something to say: After seeing the Star Arrow, Risut fully confirmed his position

Thank you very much, Kaz, boss.

strange direction

I wrote Stars and Arrows because I originally had this intention, but why did it come out of Risut? I am confused