[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

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The female pope is perfect for assassination.

Being able to turn into metals and minerals means being able to disguise itself as any machine, rock, and some inconspicuous gizmo.Just hide and attack when the enemy is unsuspecting, and you will win.

At the same time, this kind of body-changing stand-in is also extremely aggressive—just like on a submarine, Kujo Jotaro wants to attack it, it can make itself full of thorns, and if there are sufficient conditions, it is like the seabed ...can grow enormously again.

But it's a bit unflattering to confront Platinum Star head-on on this kind of street.

Fortunately, because of the special shape of the female pope, she is still soft most of the time... Mitra, as the main body, did not suffer much damage.

"Oh, damn it..."

"What exactly does DIO want to do?" Kujo Jotaro looked at her, "How did he..."

"Master DIO?" Mitra rubbed her arms, "What are you talking about, didn't Master DIO die a long time ago? Huh?"

She paused for a moment, her gaze was on me beside Jotaro Kujo, and she blinked her eyes.

"Isn't this a BOSS?" she said, "What are you doing with Jotaro... you put on makeup?"

"......"

bad.

There are women who are immune to vests.

631

I remember that when I went to meet Mitra and Malia, I obviously wore Pixixi makeup—even though I used the identity of BOSS, I couldn't just walk on the street so blatantly.

But she recognized it right away, why!

"I wanted to say it before, BOSS has good makeup skills." She said with admiration, "But it's better to stay away from that man? He's a dangerous element."

...I also know that they are dangerous elements.

But it's not that I want to meet him?

"..."

Kujo Jotaro frowned, then turned his gaze to me.

"Metra works as an administrator in the red|light| district..." I paused, "Do you know each other?"

"She used to be DIO's subordinate, are you sure?"

"This is a bit too much." Mitra put away the female pope, stepped on the fire hydrant with her beautiful legs, and propped her chin with one hand, "Although I really admire Mr. Dio, his failure It’s also true...the past was just a resume, and you’re going to cling to a ten-year-old resume?”

"..."

"Hmm... It feels like you've changed a lot, but you're still my favorite." She raised her chin, "Do you want to date me?"

"......"

The Platinum Star that just disappeared appeared again.

...what are you saying to this man with a daughter.

632

Mediation between these two people also makes me very tired.

Now that DIO is probing me—although it is a fake—Mitra, who was once DIO's subordinate, seems suspicious to Kujo Jotaro.

I think Hol Hoss and Malia are a bit dangerous right now, so post an email later.

"Closed today?" I asked Mitra before they fought again, "Aren't you busy?"

"Gamblers like to hang out at night." She said, "Well...it seems that there is something to discuss. The organization wants to cooperate with SPW? Or the Joestar real estate? You should have something to discuss, I will leave first gone."

...No, I have plans for those two, but not yet.

But it would be much easier for me if she left first—

"But... I'm actually very interested." Mitra said, "Give me Jotaro's number afterward, boss?"

? ? ? ?

Wait, I don't know you that well!

Am I being too kind? !

And after Mitra left, Kujo Jotaro began to look at me with kind eyes.

I:"......"

You calm down.

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"Recruiting substitute messengers...?" Kujo Jotaro paused, "Is it your organization?"

After Mitra left, we simply walked and talked on the street.

I lit a cigarette - this man probably smokes too, so I probably don't mind.

"So I'm not worried about you coming to me. Although the number of people in the organization is only a thousand, half of them are substitute messengers." I snorted, "It's natural to recruit, right? You know... .The death rate produced is too high, there are substitute messengers who are willing to come, why should I not agree?"

"......"

"I checked you, Kujo Jotaro. You know Polnareff, right?"

"—"

He slowed down, his blue eyes fixed on me.

"Don't be nervous, I don't have any particular opinion of him." I looked up, looking at him through my glasses, "But I need some reason too...you know."

"..."

Kujo Jotaro frowned slightly.

"I would have mentioned that if it was about DIO," he said, "but..."

"But you don't think I'm your companion—" I smiled lowly, "It's a very simple question, the enemy of an enemy is not necessarily a friend."

"..."

"Want to hear about Polnareff?"

He looked at me silently, then said in a low voice:

"why?"

"What do you mean? Why did I bring it up? Or why... I want to let Polnareff go?" I pushed down my glasses, "There is no particular reason."

"..."

"Where do you want me to start? He's the one who started investigating me...and I wasn't going to reveal my identity at the time. It's normal to want to keep quiet." I said, "But enthusiasm is gangsta ...It's just a gang, and although it was stable more than ten years ago, it didn't have the sphere of influence it has today."

"Someone is investigating you?"

"Who knows? Maybe someone is investigating, maybe it's a traitor to the organization—even though I trust the cadres, I don't care about the recruitment." I laughed, "Or maybe it's just a hostile family trying to find me weakness."

"..."

"I didn't know at first which category Polnareff belonged to."

But it doesn't matter.

My identity is what I—or rather, "Diablo" needs to hide.

Is it because of eccentricity, because he thinks that mystery can stand at the top, or because of interest——

What does it matter.

Just need a reason, anything is fine.

"So I paid attention to him from the beginning...but he behaved differently from all the investigators." I narrowed my eyes, "You know, all the investigators in the past wanted to bite me to death. Skulls crushed and trampled underfoot."

"..."

"He didn't investigate me for the sake of investigating me, but for some other reason."

I looked at Jotaro Kujo, who had been silent for a while, and spoke meaningfully——

"You know what the reason is."

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