brother's bizarre adventure

After confirming the key information, he said to the key trio: "When I was young in Egypt, I encountered this kind of substitute messenger who can use mirrors to display abilities. The way to crack it is as follows..." The method of the Hanged Man, he added, "But as far as I know, there is no exactly the same ability in the world at present. The method I just described is just for reference. In case you fight the man in the mirror in the future, don't use this method directly. , so as not to cause unnecessary casualties.”

Apache and Fugo nodded: "Understood."

Bugarati brought the topic back: "Mr. Jonah, you said that there must be a substitute messenger on this train, why did you say that?"

"Giorno and the others went to get the key, but they didn't start a fight when they met the double emissary of the assassination team, which means that the opponent has changed their action strategy. I guess, their current strategy is to avoid confrontation as much as possible, mainly to observe and think all the way. Follow you to find the boss' hideout.

No matter how hidden the boss is, he always shows up when picking up his daughter. Even if he doesn't show up, there will be a general range. This kind of information is enough for the assassination team to determine where the boss is.

Whether they sneak attack or beating up next is their business, we try not to get involved. "

Bugarati's thinking gradually became clear: "This train lasts for three and a half hours. Even if no conflict is planned, the necessary tracking will still exist. Everyone on the train may be a stand-in messenger for the assassination team."

Naranja rubbed the goosebumps on his arms: "Buggarati, it feels cold to say that, there seems to be a strange line of sight behind you."

Mista replied angrily: "You drank too much ice water, I told you not to add so many ice cubes just now."

Naranja said seriously: "Really, maybe, but you don't think that everyone may be an enemy, which makes people panic behind."

"Don't panic, I'll go out and find out that spying enemy." Jonah put away his joy, then grabbed the bottle containing Hormaggio, got up and planned to leave the tortoise's room.

Bugara made a statement to block: "Wait, Mr. Jonah, this is too dangerous, I will go with you."

Jonah reached out and pressed him: "I'm dangerous if you follow me. Those enemies don't know me. Even if they know my existence, they haven't seen me. It's hard to connect me with the information in a short time. With this time difference, I can kill... no, I can create an advantage."

"Dad, do you want a weapon?" Giorno opened his small backpack and took out a beetle bottle, his eyes sparkling.

"Not for the time being, there are many other people in the car, modern weapons are easy to accidentally injure, my skills are enough, besides, I still have helpers." Turning to greet Kotomine Kirei, "Kirei, are you together?"

The priest stood up holding the cross without saying a word, and walked out first.

Jonah watched him leave and smiled, "I knew you wouldn't let this excitement go." Before leaving, he looked back at the team, "Relax and rest, and wait for my good news." After finishing speaking, he left the tortoise room and disappeared among the crowd. before.

"Come on, Dad." Giorno clenched his fist in the direction Jonah left to cheer, and then put away the beetle bottle regretfully, "I thought I could see the fireworks this time."

Naranja ignored the fireworks and asked curiously, "Giorno, is it dangerous for Mr. Jonah to go out like this? His double seems to be a healing type with average combat effectiveness, and the members of the assassination team are all killing type doubles."

Giorno waved his hand: "It's okay, Dad was able to kill a whole deck of substitute emissaries when he was 17 years old, and he and a few other friends have killed a **oss, one or two assassin doubles, don't be afraid."

"A whole deck of cards?" Nalanja didn't think in the direction of the Tarot cards, but thought they were poker cards, and took a breath, "Wow, amazing, as expected of the vice-captain!"

"Excellent, next time I will show you the magical girl manga that Dad adapted based on his real experience. After reading it, you can roughly understand Dad's past."

"Wait, what are you talking about, magical girl?" Naranca was dumbfounded. Didn't Giorno really call the magical boy a magical boy in a flash?

The others were also shocked. They really couldn't imagine the image of a tall and macho magical girl like Mr. Jonah.

Facing Naranja's question, Giorno took it for granted: "Of course it's a magical girl. Dad said that he couldn't reveal the real information, so he specially drew it as a magical girl. It's very beautiful. I'll bring it to you next time. If you are interested, I will I can tell you."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what kind of deal was reached through their eyes. After three seconds, they all said in unison: "Please speak!"

"Sneeze." Jonah sneezed suddenly. He rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, "Who is talking about me behind my back, why does it feel cool behind my back?"

Kotomine Kirei turned around: "Do you want me to bring you some healing light?"

"No, a little thing, it doesn't affect, let's continue."

Kotomine Kirei glanced at the passengers, but didn't notice anything unusual, and said, "There are so many people, how do you find a substitute messenger?" He is good at finding a magician, and if a substitute messenger doesn't release his substitute, he is no more sensitive than ordinary people.

Jonah smiled all over his face and said, "You don't need to think too complicated, just look at the attire." Seeing the priest's puzzled expression, he explained, "According to my observation, there is an obviously conspicuous person who was taken by them themselves. negligible features."

"What?" Kotomine Kirei began to think, recalling the striking features of the Bugarati team.

Jonah stopped being a joke, and said with a smile: "They are all dressed very stylishly, and they are all the prettiest existence in the crowd."

With the reminder, Kotomine Kirei quickly thought of the common element in the costumes of the Bugarati team, and suddenly realized: "Open the corset."

"Yes, these Mafia stand-in messengers like open corsets and crop tops the most, and some even wear decorations that ordinary people don't usually use. Every time I come to Italy, it is summer, and Bugarati and the others always wear similar clothes. Bra style, I’m actually a little curious, how do they wear it in winter, it’s likely that you’ll catch a cold if you open your bra.”

"You can come here in winter."

"No need." Jonah shook his head again and again, "By the way, you may not believe it, I also have a white open corset of the same style. After all, I am also the vice-captain of their team, how can I do without wearing the team uniform, hahahahaha."

Kotomine Kirei: ...

It's not necessary, my friend, really.

As he said that, Jonah stopped in his tracks and gestured with his eyes to the two passengers sitting side by side facing their direction not far ahead.

They are not very old. Between the ages of 25 and 30, there is a suspected goiter in the neck, and it is impossible to distinguish the neck from the chin. In addition, he has green braids, which looks like a carrot from a distance, or Say bonsai.The other one is a little more normal, with blond hair, and looks a little more handsome than the other passengers, but he wears a collar and an open corset.

The most obvious mafia feature.

"Kirei, if I bet one dollar, those two must be stand-in messengers."

Although he thought it made sense, Kotomine Kirei still felt that the reason for opening the corset was a bit funny, and said, "Maybe it's an ordinary citizen who imitated Mafia's dressing style."

"It makes sense. There are no shortage of junior high school boys in any country. However, I have a way to be sure." Jonah walked straight towards the two people, "Come on, let's talk to them."

……

Bessie was sitting by the window, a little bored because he had no mission, and looked at the scenery passing by outside the window: "Anige, why did the captain suddenly stop us, and just observe secretly to get any information."

Prosciutto: "Oh, do you really want to fight?"

Bessie sneered, her eyes dodged: "If it was Ani's request, I would definitely try my best to kill them."

"Bessie." Proshut's expression became fierce, "As an assassin, the action is completed when the word "kill them" is said, and it is weak to speak harshly before doing it. If you hold on to this This kind of thinking, after this operation, go home and find your mother, children, don't get involved in Mafia's affairs."

Bessie put her legs together and straightened her back: "Yes, brother, I will definitely not do this next time."

Prosciutto grabbed Bessie's collar and said viciously, "There is no next time, only this time for people like us."

"Yes, big brother!" Bessie was overwhelmed by Prosciutto's momentum, sweating profusely.

"Really, why did the captain give me this kind of newcomer, who would sweat from fright just by shouting a few words, can this kind of person really participate in the action?" Proxiet shook his head repeatedly, but took out a piece of paper while complaining. Handkerchief, rudely wiped Bessie's sweat, and threw the handkerchief into his hand when he was done, "Do it yourself, and let me see a drop of sweat and I will throw you off the train. Momentum, momentum! It's just that this operation doesn't need It's very safe to do it, show me your aura, at least you should be able to scare the children to tears, you know!"

"Yes, brother." Bessie picked up the handkerchief, "Brother, I will wash it and return it to you."

Proxiet showed a look of disdain: "No, I'll see you off." I decided in my heart to give suggestions to the captain after this operation. Can I recruit a newcomer who is more vicious and nervous enough to sweat the "Ma Bao" man? up.

Just as I was thinking wildly, I saw two tall foreigners walking towards me in the corridor of the train. They were both taller than 190 by visual inspection. One had blue eyes, and the other was wearing casual clothes with a cross. It was exactly what the teammate said in the shared information, the Bugarati team Li Xinjia's foreign aid whose strength is unknown.

Proxiet thought, they can't possibly know me, just calm down, just observe secretly, try not to conflict... Damn, what is the order of the captain, the enemy has come to the front but can't do anything, we are still the assassination team .

He wanted to pass by pretending to be an ordinary passenger, but he didn't expect that the two big men walked up to them as if they knew them. The big blue-eyed man took out a bottle and put it on the table, smiling kindly and saying hello for a long time. Unseen friends.

"Hey, friends, do you know this gentleman?"

Prosciut didn't speak, but looked at the bottle, and looked at Hormaggio inside.

Soon, they realized that something was wrong, and turned their eyes away together.

"Sorry, I don't know."

The immature newcomer Bessie's acting skills are not as strong as Proxieter's. Looking at the person in the bottle, he looked flustered and shouted unconsciously: "Brother, he..." At least he was still a little vigilant and didn't call out the names of his teammates.

Proxieter wanted to hide his face, captain, captain, our team entrance assessment really needs to be put on the agenda, don't recruit all newcomers.

"It seems that you know him. I picked up this gentleman in the trash can. If you know him, I will return it to you."

Bessie reached out to pick it up, but just as he reached out his hand, he was rudely interrupted by the elder brother: "Shut up, be your wooden man in peace."

After taking care of his little brother, Proxiet stopped acting and said with a bad expression, "What do you want to do?"

The two big men sat across from each other, and the blue-eyed one said: "I don't want to do anything, just talk about business. Is the US SPW consortium interested to know more about it? The treatment is favorable."