brother's bizarre adventure

Murphy's Law, the more you worry about something, the more it will happen.

Bugarati was very melancholy, he had arranged everything, but he never expected that someone from the same camp had something wrong.

Mr. Jonah's gentle tone was heard in his ears, and it was more terrifying than the difficult task assigned by the superior.

"I..." The eloquent captain of "Community Director Mafia" instantly returned to the time when he was not good at speaking when he was young. At this moment, he saw Giorno secretly looking at him, with an eager expression on his face.

If Giorno yelled out the captain at this time...

Bugarati didn't dare to think anymore.

At the critical moment, the policeman broke the awkward atmosphere: "Sir, the transcript is over, you can leave now."

Interrupted by Mr. Police, what Giorno wanted to say was interrupted. He pursed his mouth and stopped talking.

Bugarati: Saved, temporarily saved.

Fortunately, a familiar voice came from the stand-in private chat: "Buggarati, we are ready."

What are you guys doing, wait, what's ready?

"Stop, don't do anything, I can handle it." As a mature mafia captain, he must have the courage to face the fallen horse head-on. He followed the Japanese habit of bowing, "Mr. Kujo, I..."

Before the words could be uttered, Mr. Kongtiao and his brothers seemed to put their arms around his shoulders, and the tone was like facing a friend: "It's all right, let's go."

Jonah half-pushed Buccarati to take him out of the police station, and after making sure no one followed, he whispered in his ear: "There are a lot of people here, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it when we go back."

Although he wanted to ask clearly now, Jonah felt that there were so many ordinary mafia and police officers here, if Bugarati apologized in person, it would damage the captain's dignity and be detrimental to his future career development.

They are all acquaintances, so we can talk about things in private.

After the three Apakis received Bugarati's order, although they were puzzled, they did not make their own claims and waited quietly for the development of the matter.After seeing Mr. Kongjo take Bugarati out of the police station, they looked at each other again.

Mista: "The TV series really didn't lie to me. When encountering such a thing, the elders will not do it casually. It is true to sit down and talk about it." He began to feel that Bugarati's description of Mr. Kujo was not just a filter .

Facing Mista's naive thoughts, Fugo and Apaki raised their foreheads and took him with them, and the three of them followed far behind Bugarati.I still have that thought in my heart, if there is a fight, they can still go up and stop it.

After walking for a long time, I saw a strong man stand in behind Mr. Kong Tiao. Looking around, he floated straight in their direction.

When they were about to collide, the three of them stopped in their tracks and acted vigilantly.

The strong man's stand-in showed a smile: "Oh, you can see me, it's the stand-in messenger."

It turned out to be a long-distance substitute with self-awareness. Judging from his words and expressions, his intelligence level is not low.

Apache, the oldest, had a serious expression: "What do you want to do to Bugarati?"

Huo Zhixin floated in front of them with his arms crossed: "You said it as if you were going to do something to your captain, don't worry, the main body hasn't done anything yet, and I won't do anything in the future. Don't follow quietly, my uncle has already discovered you trace, go."

Apache remained vigilant: "Where are you going?"

"Take you guys for supper." Huo Zhigao put down the nonsensical words, turned around and drifted away.

The three of them didn't take the words "please have supper" seriously, and they all felt that they couldn't leave Bugarati alone, and walked up to the stand-in.

The brawny stand-in noticed them approaching, glanced at them humanely, and then muttered in a low voice: "No wonder passers-by walked around him after the main body put on the corset. It turns out that this is mafia style, ahhhhhh."

The Fashion Trio: What's Wrong With Our Clothes!Obviously it is very ordinary men's clothing!

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In the living room, the Bugarati team sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for Mr. Kujo to return from his work.Huo Zhixin walked out of the kitchen with four cups of coffee and put them on the coffee table: "The child needs to go to bed early, the main body is putting the child to sleep, are you sleepy, do you want coffee?"

Mista's expression changed suddenly, and he pointed at the coffee: "Four, four, Bugarati, it's four!" This number is wrong, and they will be in trouble later.

Huo Zhigao was puzzled: "Aren't you used to the number four?"

"Of course." Mista almost couldn't control his movements, "This is four!"

Huozhi happily scratched his head, thinking that the pronunciation of four and death in Italian is not homophonic. Isn't thirteen more taboo in Christian culture? It's really strange.And he really wanted to ask, your team is now four people, what do you do when you count?

After thinking about it, he didn't continue to ask, but picked up one of the cups of coffee, drank it, and hid the cup behind him: "Okay, now there are three cups."

"Thank you, thank you." Mista's complexion improved, and he sincerely thanked, "You are really a considerate substitute." At the same time, he had a good impression of Mr. Kujo who had such a substitute.

"I'm going to make two more cups of coffee, the main body is estimated to be here soon."

When Jonah coaxed the child well and arrived at the living room, he found that Huo Zhixue was chatting happily with the Bugarati team while holding coffee. Everyone's expressions were very relaxed, just like a tea party between friends.

Ok?

Happy fire, what's your situation, you can't spread happiness buff everywhere just because there is happiness in your name!

"Cough." He broke the happy atmosphere and sat on the sofa opposite the Bugarati team, "Bruno, you seem to have something to say to me."

Bugarati put down his coffee, took a deep breath, stood up and bent at 90 degrees to apologize. This posture was learned from a magazine, which said that Japanese people pay great attention to apology etiquette.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jonah, I failed your expectations. I didn't study hard and make progress every day. Now I am the captain of the mafia team."

"Huh? No need to bow, just sit down. Relax, I'm not here to ask for guilt."

Buccarati sat down nervously, observing Jonah's expression, ready to perform another Japanese apology etiquette at any time.It turned out he didn't see the disappointed or angry expression he had imagined.

Instead, it was the same as what I had seen before, gentle, tolerant and calm.

"Mafia, I've already guessed it." Jonah wasn't surprised by the result, but Bruno's exaggerated reaction surprised him a bit.He just looked like an adolescent boy secretly reading a novel under the quilt, hahaha, when suddenly the quilt was lifted, and the expressionless face of his parents appeared.

The boy's hahaha instantly became terrified and bewildered, with a little bit of hope that he didn't believe, hoping that his parents would let him go.

Huo Zhigao, who was chatting privately and watching the excitement: "Do I look very mature, why do you think I am a parent." Because of practicing ripples, he still looks very young.

Huo Zhixin said nonsense casually: "A big muscular man looks old."

"roll!"

Seeing this attitude, Buccarati greatly reduced the pressure in his heart, but the matter of Giorno was still in his heart. He thought that now is the best opportunity to speak out together for a good time.

"Mr. Jonah, I have one more thing..."

His words were interrupted.

"You said you joined mafia, so are you reading and studying... You just said there is one more thing, what?"

After a vigorous effort, the courage faded away, and the matter of Giorno once again weighed on his mind. Buccarati replied: "It's nothing..." Then he continued to talk about Jonah's topic, "Although the matter of dropping out of school Yes, I have been self-studying.”

The three team members winked at each other and started chatting privately.

Mista: "No wonder Bugarati often attends school."

Fugo: "I thought Bugarati was obsessed with school because he dropped out of school to join mafia."

Apaki remembered that when he first joined the team, he often saw Bugarati holding a book in his hand. At that time, he thought it was just a character set up by Captain Mafia for himself. Now it seems...

Jonah was very happy to hear that Bucciarati said that he had been maintaining his study habits: "nice, knowledge is power, and you must be the most educated mafia if you are doing mafia! What is your direction of self-study? I will book for you .

Don’t just ask me. Although I’m still a Ph.D. student, general questions can still be answered, and I can still ask the teacher. "

Mista was a little dazed, and asked Apache, the oldest of the three of them, "Can the elders still be like this, don't they keep a stern face all day long?"

Apache: "I don't know, I have never seen such an elder."

Fu Ge: "You were still saying just now that the elders in TV dramas always sit down and have a good talk, why don't you believe it now."

"TV dramas belong to TV dramas, and reality belongs to reality. No wonder Qiao Luno is not afraid at all after joining us."

Fugo: "It's too early to say, Mr. Jonah and Bugarati are not related by blood. It's normal to have a neutral attitude. Giorno is different."

They were chatting quietly, and Bugarati had finished talking about the topic of study, and started to talk about family matters.

Jonah took out the small gift he bought while shopping, and handed it to Buccarati: "Thank you for taking care of Giorno, don't dislike a little gift."

The gift was a model ship, and the workmanship was very exquisite, no matter in terms of size or value, it was not considered a small gift.

Seeing that Bugarati didn't speak, Jonah felt a little embarrassed, and explained: "Well, I'm a little embarrassed to say it, I don't know what you like, boys of this age should like models." Terman or Gundam, but the Italians may not have seen it. The ship model is more versatile, and he thinks that Bugarati is a fisherman, and he has a certain understanding of the ship. Send a ship model, at least you can play with it when you have nothing to do.

Captain Mafia, who has already done many dangerous missions, felt like an overturned dye vat when he heard the phrase "a boy of this age", and he couldn't even explain all kinds of emotions clearly.

Without time to think about anything else, he stood up abruptly and bent over 90 degrees to apologize solemnly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jonah, I failed to live up to your concern, Giorno, he joined my mafia team."

He said it, he said it, and no matter what happens next, he can accept it.

"Ah?" Jonah was a little confused for a moment, and took a second to extract the amount of information in the words: Giorno joined the mafia team.

Pa, the hand holding the model trembled slightly, and the model fell on the coffee table.

The topic of the private chat among the three teammates immediately changed.

Fuge: "According to the psychological explanation, Mr. Kujo is now in the ignorant stage, and when he reacts, he will be furious."

Mista: "It's a familiar smell!" This is the elder he is familiar with.

Apache's focus is different from his teammates: "He also has a substitute, and I may not be able to beat him. What about Bugarati?"

They tried to implement the cover plan again, and things turned out to be the opposite of what they had imagined.

Mr. Kujo regained his composure, put the ship model in order, and said in the same calm tone as before: "Joining such an interesting thing as mafia, Giorno can do it, and so can I."

The Bugarati team was shocked and stunned. Isn't the father angry when his son joins mafia, but wants to join instead? This is such a rough nerve.

Bugarat recalled what Gioruno said to him yesterday, "Don't bother, just say it, Dad won't mind." It turned out that Giorno was not blindly confident, but really didn't mind.

Then what was the reason for all my anxiety before?Bucciarati plunged into self-doubt.

Jonah was also surprised: "Why are they so surprised? Is it strange that they want to join Mafia? It's not that they turned against the water and joined the vampire camp."

Huo Zhigao: "I'm a stand-in for the plant department, not a substitute for the psychology department. However, I think this team is a bit bad."

"You speak."

"Although they are mafia, they are not very old. How old is Bruno today?"

Jonah did the math: "If I remember correctly, it's 18."

"I'm 18 years old, and the others look about the same. The average age of the mafia team is barely an adult. Normally, they should be struggling with the final exam in school. They are all substitute messengers, and they have more combat effectiveness than ordinary people. The young combat effectiveness in the mafia organization Groups, you can think about how the organization would perceive it."

Speaking of this, there is no need to think about it at all. To be a mafia, as long as the management is not above the middle level, there is not much difference between the captain and the ordinary team members. They are all consumables.

"This damn Italian feature." Jonah sighed, and said happily to Huozhi, "I have decided not only to join their team, but also to be the vice-captain!" He wants to pull up the Bugarati team by himself average age and average education level.

"Hey, your family will break your leg if they find out."

Jonah was full of confidence: "Who dares to beat me! Who can beat me!"

Huo Zhixie replied in seconds: "Jotaro." The fists can't be fought hard, and at worst, they will stop when they open.

"Damn, how can you pour cold water on the main body as a substitute."

"Because it's going to be fun."

"You can't take it anymore, you have to find a way to separate."

"Oh." Huo Zhigai didn't take it seriously, "Bruno and the others have woken up, let's make your speech quickly, Mr. Vice Captain."

"I like that title."

Jonah turned off the private chat, coughed lightly, and drew back the attention of the Bugarati team, with a solemn expression: "Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next."