[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

Creedy didn't expect Paret's arrival at all. He sent Diablo directly through his brother's mailbox, and he didn't even know about it.

Diablo had actually contacted Paret before he arrived—on the phone.

It was Diablo who kept Paret from telling him, only telling Creedy that they corresponded by email.

Although Diablo expected that there would be an ambush by Creedy, he didn't expect to use such a terrible thing as a bomb. What did she do to kill his family?They actually want to die together?

But now that Paret came, Creedy panicked, and watched as Paret walked up to Diablo... No, it was in front of him, blocking the woman for the most part.

"Why did you come?!" Creedy's voice was distorted, and his breathing was very unsteady, because he saw that Diablo, who was behind Paret, had turned his gun on his younger brother.

Bang Bang Bang!

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't Paret who shot and killed, but several other Creedy's men.

"Hewlett!" Seeing that several of his brother's subordinates were shot in the head, Paret turned his head in surprise, "I won't let my brother hurt you, why are you still...!"

His words came to an abrupt end, as the gun in Diablo's hand was already on his head.

"You, what are you doing... Hahaha..." Paret smiled reluctantly, and just about to take a step forward, Diablo shot him through the leg, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "

"How is it? Creedy Kyard, if you still want to detonate the bomb now, I will admire you even more." In fact, when she knew that Creedy was going to die with herself, she admired the other party's courage.

"Paret——! What do you want?!" Creedy yelled, struggling desperately to squat down to see his younger brother's condition, but was held tightly by the Crimson King.

"Your organization." Diablo finally stated his ultimate goal, "To all members, the boss of the Kyade organization is actually someone else..."

"...!" Creedy didn't expect her purpose to be this. If it was a man, he would still think about usurping the throne, but would a woman be interested in the boss of a gang organization?

"Say you are just a temporary boss, and now the real boss is back, so you will hand over everything in the organization to me, and you are tired of all this, and want to live in a place where no one knows you... ..."

"You!" Creedy gritted his teeth, unexpectedly this woman had thought of everything.

"Woo!" Paret, who fell on the ground and clutched his thigh wound, was even more shocked, completely ignoring the large piece of blood, and grabbed Diablo's clothes.

The light blue windbreaker was stained with a bloody palm print, and Diablo frowned. How dare this guy...

"I don't believe it! Hewlett is obviously not such a person!" Paret is like a drowning person, who will still struggle in vain even though there are no handrails around him.

"Have you considered it? My brother's life, or the entire organization?" Diablo pulled back his clothes and kicked Paret twice.

"Paret—!" Creedy couldn't let go of his anger, "Ahh! You woman!!!"

"After thinking about it, tell me, I still have a lot of time, but..." Diablo leaned against the desk next to him with a relaxed expression, "Will your brother die from excessive blood loss? I don't know..."

Diablo has seen this kind of resentful expression toward her a lot. These people are just stepping stones for her to step on the king.

In the end, Creedy compromised. He originally sent all the information to his private mailbox in order to give way to Paret, and now he only needs to forward it.

Looking at the information on the computer, Diablo knew that these were all genuine products.

Then?Diablo then shot Paret through the head in front of Creedy, killing him instantly.

She never said that she would let them go after the goal was achieved...

"Paret—!" Creedy didn't expect Diablo to attack Paret so decisively.

"You have no chance." The Crimson King snapped his wrist, and he no longer had a chance to detonate any bombs.

Then there was the close contact between fist and chest. Creedy, who was spitting out blood, was obviously in the most desperate state, but Diablo saw a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha... sooner or later you will enjoy the pain of losing someone important to you..." Creedy said, the unstoppable blood gushed out from his lips, and his mocking smile made Diablo very unhappy.

"It's like the one in your house... Ha ha cough cough cough..." Creedy couldn't bear the wound in his chest, coughed twice and died completely.

Diablo was startled, why did he know about Giorno? !wrong!This guy is bluffing!

Although she thought so, her heart was confused because of what he said before he died, and she kicked down the chair beside her very annoyedly, and shot the guy in the head a few more times.

Clang—the sound of something falling to the ground caught Diablo's attention, and when he turned his head to look, it rolled out of the pants leg of Paret's corpse.

A very ordinary clip, but this thing made Diablo's complexion change suddenly.

Giorno had asked Giorno to heal the wound on Paret's leg in order to grasp the whereabouts of Paret before, and the prop to make up for the lost piece of meat was such a small clip.

Why is this clip restored now?Diablo stared at the blood-stained clip, and it was hard not to think of what Creedy said just now.

Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for this guy to know the existence of Giorno... The more he thinks about the impossibility, the [-] in [-] possibility becomes infinitely large.

Diablo ran towards the house, the biting winter wind poured into his collar unceremoniously, and dialed Giorno's phone in his hand, but no one answered, she thought that Giorno could not be by the phone all the time.

She even opened the epitaph as she approached the house, but it only lifted her heart even higher.

She saw herself pushing open the door, but Giorno was nowhere to be seen, and she found the vibrating mobile phone in the gap of the sofa.

"Giorno—!"

She yelled, but there was no response, just like what was shown in the epitaph, the living room was quiet, except for the small vibrations coming from the crack of the sofa.

Diablo observed, there was no sign of a fight, and there was even a half-eaten cake on the table, so why was Giorno not there?

"Giorno! Joe..."

"Wow--" This is the sound of a flushing toilet.

Diablo looked at the door of the bathroom suddenly, and the small figure printed on the frosted glass gradually became clear.

"Mom?" Giorno opened the door, looking suspiciously at Diablo who was standing in the living room in a panic.

After all, all the way home, her long hair was already messed up by the wind, and there were bloodstains and bloody handprints on the light blue windbreaker.

In fact, Giorno was also a little guilty. It was Trish who was outside just now. When she saw Diablo who was about to come back from the window, she immediately hid in the toilet in embarrassment.

Hearing Diablo's urgent shout in the living room, Giorno still wanted Trish to go out by himself. The two struggled for a while. After hearing his mother's voice distorted, Giorno reluctantly went to the room by himself. Yes, don't forget to flush it with water to cover it up.

Diablo didn't think much about why Giorno didn't respond to her at first, and hugged him, his heart gradually calmed down.

"Mom?" Giorno was a little puzzled. Something seemed wrong with his mother, so he decided to change the subject, "Have you bought the carpet yet?"

"Well... not yet, I'll go buy it later..." Diablo took a deep breath, and she felt much better.

She didn't want to experience the feeling just now...