Abilities named Huabei

"The escort mission is about a week, or less." Buccarati said,

"There seems to be a traitor in our organization, so we may encounter many people chasing us along the way. We must be careful along the way."

"And the original order was sent directly to Borbo, that is to say...the enemy is a stand-in messenger!" Giorno reacted very quickly,

"I'm afraid the other party is also a group taking action, we have to be more careful." Bugarati nodded.

I don't know what to say for a while.

I think the "betrayer" they are talking about probably refers to the assassination team, whose purpose is to snatch the boss's daughter.If the assassination team messes up, the result may be very bad. After all, the assassination team may only have one idea after learning about Trixie, to catch Trixie and force her to tell the news about the boss.

And when they can't get in touch with me, I'm afraid they will have other ideas.

It's not convenient to make a phone call when you're operating with the escort, so the situation is very bad right now.I was worried about handing over the camera to other people for safekeeping, so I had no choice but to let it go.

"You mean, let Nalanga go shopping?"

When I learned of Bucciarati's proposal, I was stunned.I looked at Nalanga at the side, then at Buccarati, and asked again.

"Well, Nalanga's stand-in ability is very suitable for scouting, and it is easy to find the whereabouts of the enemy."

No, it's not, Bugarati, it's not a matter of stand-in ability!It's a human problem!

Fugo was obviously also worried about this issue, and repeatedly confirmed the route with Nalanga many times.And Nalanga's reaction truly proves that Fugo's worry is justified,

"Relax, Merlin, of course I'm fine! Buccarati trusts me so much, so you don't have to worry too much." Nalanga looked confident, and I don't know why it made me more worried.

"Since it's Bugarati's decision, then trust him." Apaki finally spoke up. Sure enough, as long as the opinion of Bugarati's Duwei powder was put forward by Bugarati, he would definitely not agree with it. will refute.

So Nalanga went out anyway.I don't know why, but I always feel that there is a trace of old mother's care in Fuge's eyes when he looks at Nalanga, and his heart trembles inexplicably, and he silently looks away.

During the time when Nalanga went shopping, I went upstairs and stopped by this hotel to find out if there was any tool that could repair the camera, but unexpectedly I ran into Trish.

Trixie was lying on the window looking at the scenery outside. When I went upstairs, I happened to meet her and greeted her with some embarrassment.

"Hello?"

I originally thought that Trixie would not talk to me, but after a long silence, she stretched out her hand and waved to me as a greeting.

Unexpectedly...not a big miss temper.

But think about it, a girl whose mother has just passed away suddenly learns that her father is the boss of the Mafia, and is instantly targeted by countless people to be hunted down. In fact, anyone would be afraid to resist.

She managed to be poised, strong for a 15-year-old girl.

"Do you know where there is a tool to repair the camera? I want to find it? Sorry..." I coughed and felt that my request seemed a bit abrupt, so I could only smile awkwardly.

"Okay, come with me."

Trish glanced at me, then walked toward a room.My heart moved slightly, and I quickly quickened my pace to follow.

In fact, I have a lot of questions I want to ask her. As the daughter of BOSS, Trish and BOSS must have many similarities.It would be great if we could get some news through her.

But—it seems a bit excessive to approach a little girl just to take advantage of her...

"Terry Hugh, is it okay for me to call you that?" I asked casually when I was looking for something in the cabinet.

"Of course." Trish sat on the chair, she seemed a little uneasy, but she still replied as calmly as possible.

"Ah, what I want to say is that. I'm actually not Italian, so I don't understand Italian etiquette very well. If you accidentally offend you, you can just say it." I thought about it and decided to start from my own business Speaking of which, she shouldn't be so nervous.

"Are you Dutch?" Trish looked at my bright red hair and asked curiously.

"Actually, I'm British." I scratched my hair, "But my father has Dutch blood, so I'm one-eighth Dutch."

The fabricated identity can naturally be set at will, and proper concealment is also necessary.However, during the chat, Trish seemed to relax a little bit, not as nervous as before.

"Why did you join the gang at such a young age? You look only about 12 years old?" Trish continued to ask.

12 or so....... Do I really look that young? ?

"I'm actually an adult." I said with difficulty, "but my parents died very early, so no one wants to take care of me."

"I grew up in an orphanage when I was a child. Later, Mr. Jack protected me. Mr. Jack is a member of the gang, so I joined the gang."

"Aren't you going to school?" Trish asked curiously.

"Mr. Jack's family conditions are not good. I joined the guard because I want to make some money for the family." I rubbed the back of my head in embarrassment, "But Mr. Jack is like my family, Bugarati They are also pretty good—you don’t think they all dress like a good person, but they are all very kind. Especially Bugarati, he is a standard good man, but he may be a little straight when he speaks. "

"...It's not easy for you either."

Trish sighed, and she turned her face slightly, the expression on her face seemed a little embarrassed, probably recalling the incident of the fugo groundhog screaming not long ago.

"I don't know who my father is. He left me before I was born. So I don't know who he is."

"Parents all over the world love their children, although I have never met my parents." I patted her on the shoulder and leaned on the back of the chair, "But even if you don't remember your parents, you You will definitely meet someone who is very important to you, you are only 15 years old, there is still a long way to go in the future."

"I don't know why, but you look like you are only 12 years old, and what you say has a sense of vicissitudes of an old man." Trixiu stared at me and said.

"It breaks my heart when you say that..."

Speaking of this, the two of us couldn't help laughing.In fact, after breaking his defenses, Trixie didn't seem to be that difficult to get along with, at least much easier to get along with than Apache.

While chatting intermittently with Terry, I was tinkering with the camera (pseudo) in my hand. Although I have tried to repair similar things before, it is very troublesome if I don’t have the tools at hand. I seem to lose it when I get off the boat. A few parts were broken and it was too difficult to fix.

The only way...is to buy a camera yourself and disassemble the parts.

After saying goodbye to Trish, I went down and asked Bugarati to go shopping.In addition, Fuge was worried about Nalanga's situation, so Bugarati simply asked me to find Nalanga and come back together.

"I don't know why, but when I saw Merlin going together, I felt as if a stone had been put down in my heart." Fugo sighed while clutching his chest.

"After all, Merlin is a reliable adult." Mista echoed.

...Fuge, who is obviously younger than Nalanga, has endured pressure that he shouldn't have to bear at this age.

After saying goodbye to Bugarati, I rented a car that looked pretty good nearby, and followed the route given by Fugo to find Nalanga.The only worry is whether Nalanga followed the route given by Fuge. After all, it is so big here that it is really difficult to find someone.

Of course, everything turned around when I found Naranga.

The flames burned for dozens of miles on the street, and the flames like red clouds surrounded the whole street. People screamed from all around, and the heat wave rushed through layer by layer. Nalanga's figure soon appeared in front of me.

"Nalanga!!!"

However, I stepped on it, and quickly saw a small figure. If I guessed correctly, that guy should be——

My pupils sank slightly, and I quickly backed out, disappearing from everyone's eyes.In the next second, as a black shadow passed by, I held Hormaggio's small body tightly in my hand and lifted it up.

"You guys are really worrying, you can't act on your own just because you can't contact me."

At this time, I have changed back to my original appearance, with black hair, black eyes, and Chinese clothes.

"Who are you!?"

After seeing me rescue Holmaggio, Nalanga was slightly taken aback, and quickly manipulated Aerosmith to rush over. I easily dodged the opponent's attack and made a stop gesture.

"That's it, can we stop fighting?"

I looked at Nalanga sincerely, with a hint of compromise in my tone.

"Huh? Why didn't I beat you when you surrendered?" Nalanga looked at me inexplicably.

Because you and I are destined to be beaten up by me, bastard! !

Although I really want to complain about such a sentence, I still hold back to say this sentence.Instead, he chose to turn around and run away. It is said that this is the truth of the Joestar family for generations.But Nalanga didn't seem to intend to catch up, because he without a car couldn't outrun me with a car.

"So, can you explain to me?" I silently looked at Hormaggio who was almost burnt, and felt an urge to slap him to death.

"Ah...it's actually like this." Holmaggio had a complex expression on his face, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Our BOSS couldn't contact you. I thought something happened to you, so I went to ask Mr. Reborn."

"How did Mr. Reborn answer?"

"Mr. Reborn said... He said that even if you die, it's normal. If you really die, just help him get revenge."

"..." Very good, as expected of reborn, this is his style of answering questions.

"I'm not dead, have you seen it now?" I pointed to my face, expressionless.

"I know, but I just realized that it can't be my fault, right?" Holmaggio changed back to his original appearance, and he seemed distressed, half of his clothes were burned.

"Go and report to Risut, you should keep in touch with them, right? Just say I'm still alive." I slapped him on the back vigorously.

"That kind of thing can't be done just by saying it! My computer is over there, and it was blown up." Holmaggio pointed to the fire beside him, and his expression became more complicated.

"Then contact me on the phone!"

"I lost my phone too."

"Always have a wallet?"

"It was burned." Holmaggio looked sincere.

I covered my face, not knowing what to say for a while.

After a moment of silence, I threw him the wallet in my pocket and the car along with it. "There is one person in our team who can repeat, so I don't want my car. Just remember to go back after a few days of strolling."

"Now, immediately, disappear for me."

Hormaggio got the order, drove the car in an instant and disappeared in place.

Assassination team, oh assassination team... what the hell are you guys doing!Apart from messing with me, it really doesn't seem to help at the moment...

Because time is urgent, I can't contact the assassination team for the time being, so I can only put it aside for a while and go back. After returning to the original state, I went to Nalanga with the camera in my arms. On the ground, it seems to be muttering.

"It's over, I'm dead, I let them go... what should I do?"

Oh... almost forgot the existence of this guy.

"Nalanga." I placed a bottle of drink on his head, looked at him and said:

"I just took care of two people who sneaked up on me, and I was almost killed. How are you?"

"It's solved?? What do you mean it's solved?!" Nalanga jumped up suddenly, his eyes seemed to be full of hope again.

"Is it a short-haired man in a waistcoat and a black-haired kid in a strange outfit!?"

"Huh? How did you know?" I put on a surprised expression, and Nalanga finally heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.

"It's fine to get rid of it, huh--it really scared me."

"Speaking of which, Nalanga, have you bought everything Trish asked you to buy?"

I looked at the burning car, and somehow had a bad feeling in my heart.

"All burned..."

I looked at her silently, and finally stretched out my hand, grabbed his hand, and comforted her in a helpless but gentle tone:

"It's not your fault, Naranga. You've done a good job."

Hormaggio's ability is indeed very strong, Nalanga is already very powerful to be able to contend with it on his own.And Nalanga's stand-in should be closer to the scout type, not to fight.

"Let's find a way to buy some things and come back to make up for it, and then we have to go back quickly. I just rented a new car, let's go."

"Okay, okay."

Nalanga seemed very depressed, but he went shopping with me and went back quickly.After seeing us in a mess, Buccarati was also taken aback.

"Did you encounter a stand-in attack?? What happened to the injuries on your body?"

"I met a stand-in envoy who can make me bigger and smaller, and I was about to win! But that guy has foreign aid!!" Nalanga said angrily, "But in the end, both of those guys were killed by Merlin. It's gone, so it should be fine for now."

"Merlin? How did you kill him?" Bugarati asked curiously.

"My [Killer Queen] turns everything it touches into a bomb," I said, holding up my hand. "They bumped into me when they were walking by, and I blew it up."

Simple and rude, reasonable.This series of operations immediately stunned everyone.Only Mista was still mumbling.

"You guys are quite capable..."

"Don't underestimate the Killer Queen, Mista."

"Okay, now that the matter is settled, let's get out of here quickly. Obviously they have already chased us, and this place is no longer safe." Bugarati waved his hand, and everyone quickly packed up their things and was ready to go .

"Ah, by the way, Trish, I've bought your things...you can see if it's right."

I handed over the plastic bag in embarrassment, and Trish took it curiously, but when she saw the things inside the plastic bag, her face darkened instantly.

"Merlin...you bought fishnet stockings."

"what....."

"Why did you buy macho magazine? I remember I told you the name of the magazine, right?"

"Yes, sorry!"

"There's also water... either it's written in France on the bottle or it's made in France!!"

"........"

I have nothing to say, I just feel that every cell in my body is full of embarrassment.

"sorry!!"

I feel a little hurt when I feel Trish's eyes as if looking at a straight man.But it was probably because I had chatted with Trish for a while before, so she didn't say something that hurt me.Giorno and others went to find the car, Bugarati waited for the boss's message on the computer, and I continued to repair my camera.

In a hurry, I still bought an old-fashioned camera. It probably looked like a stranger to me. The shopkeeper wanted to kill me as a fat sheep. I bought it without even having time to bargain.But the parts obviously don't fit, which gave me a lot of headaches.

"Do you really want this camera?" Giorno sat down beside me. He watched me fiddle with the camera, and finally couldn't help asking.

"Yes, it must be this." I nodded and continued to fiddle with the camera.

"Because it was given to me by a very important person, I can't lose it or break it."

——It was something reborn gave me. If I break the connection, it will be very troublesome, and I will be disgusted by reborn to death.

"Is that so...how about you show it to me?" Giorno looked at it for a while and asked tentatively.

"Do you want to try it?" I froze for a moment, thought for a while, and gave him the camera in my hand.

"Can you fix it? I remember you drove a car before, right?"

"I have also repaired cars." Giorno took the camera in my hand and said seriously.

"...You can't joke around at a time like this, Giorno."

"I'm seriously answering senior's question."

But Giorno seemed to be so smart, I was sitting next to him, if he found anything, I would definitely destroy the evidence with [Killer Queen] immediately.In the column where everyone was waiting for the boss's order, Nalanga was still talking to Fuge about what he encountered today.

"What I said is true!"

While waving his arms, Nalanga narrated what happened at that time,

"At the beginning, I fought with the man who could grow bigger and smaller for a long time! I was almost trapped by the door! Eaten by spiders! But that guy was defeated by me in the end!"

"So you burned the whole street?! Do you know how big a commotion you made!!" Fugo seemed to be on the verge of being violent.

"Anyway, it's fine if we win in the end. But there's something about the person I met later." Nalanga's tone seemed to become a little more serious when he said this.

"I don't know why, when he came to me, I didn't even notice his existence, as if he was walking floating! I'm not sure if I have a chance of winning against him, that guy gave me a really good feeling It's too mysterious."

"Have you ever fought against him?" Apache suddenly joined the conversation.

"Of course not! That guy didn't seem to want to fight me, so he ran away very quickly. I didn't have time to catch up." Nalanga said with some distress, "Fortunately, he was killed by Merlin's [Killer Queen] in the end." So. So there should be no accidents in the future."

"That kind of thing may happen." Fugo said in a low voice, "If it's true according to what you said, the other party's escape may not be because he thinks he can't beat you. A large part of the reason may be...that guy wants to To hide your strength."

Hearing this, my hands trembled inadvertently, and the others seemed to be startled by Fuge's inference, and joined the group chat one after another.

"According to what you said, it doesn't seem to be a problem. Is it really the same as what you said, that guy did it because he wanted to hide his strength?"

"No way! Could that guy be..." Mista was also shocked.

"Is he the captain of the assassination team!?"

I silently drank fake French mineral water and decided to quit this group chat.

"The BOSS message is here!"

Bugarati's voice woke up the crowd like a bomb, and everyone gathered around him in an instant, looking at the computer screen together.Bugarati opened a website, and soon a green pop-up window was displayed.After Bucciarati entered the password proficiently, a long line of Italian text appeared in front of us soon.

“[To find the ruins of Pompeii, where I hid a key in the [dog fresco] that would get my daughter safely to me. It was a transport key. "

After Buccarati finished reading, he quickly raised his head and looked at the few of us, and said:

"Then, Fugo, Apache, Giorno, the three of you go to Pompeii immediately and get the key!"