Uchiha's superpowers

Bruno Bucciarati, 20 years old this year, is already the captain of a team of stand-in messengers in the largest Italian mafia organization [Passionate].

As the right-hand man of Polpo, the organization cadre in Naples, today he rushed to the prison immediately after receiving the summons from the cadre, as always.

After going through the routine process of being searched and checked by prison guards, he walked through layers of iron gates and walked to Polbo's cell.

As a cadre second only to the leader of the passion organization, even in prison, Polpo's treatment is by no means comparable to that of ordinary prisoners. He has a single cell with complete facilities and a comfortable environment. The side that can be visited is made of transparent tempered glass. In this cell, Polpo can explain his work, pass information, and test newcomers without hindrance. There will be prison guards in charge of protecting him.

Except for the restriction of personal freedom, it is no different from outside, but for Polpo, even the shortcoming of restricting personal freedom does not exist.

Because of his huge body size, even if he lives in a villa, Polpo still has limited mobility, which is no different from being in a prison. After realizing this, he voluntarily lives in a prison, living a comfortable and safe life.

Bugarati stood in front of Polbo's cell, lowered his head respectfully, put his hand on his chest, and said hello, "Good day, my lord."

"Buggarati, here is a task that needs to be entrusted to you." Popo said, his fingers five or six times fatter than ordinary people pressed a few times on the seemingly empty wall to open the secret compartment, from which He took out a document that had already been printed and put it in a small window next to the tempered glass that was specially used to pass items, and handed it out.

Bugarati took the document, looked at it at a glance, and after reading it, confirmed with Popo again, "It means to find the lost suitcase of this lord, and to perform the escort mission? "

"Yes, that's right." Polpo said meaningfully to Bucciarati, "However, I advise you to take this task more seriously." He lowered his voice, "Because that careless man who lost his suitcase Ghosts are people that the boss values."

"You should understand what it means."

Bugarati was stunned for a moment, and then said solemnly, "Yes, I understand, my lord."

Bugarati knew in his heart that Polpot meant to mention that this person was valued by the boss, not to remind him to curry favor with this person, but to warn him to restrain his curiosity, absolutely Do not ask this person for any information about the boss.

Otherwise, if a taboo is violated, no one will be able to keep him.

Bugarati bid farewell to Porpo, and returned to the restaurant he had made an appointment with his team.

Because he has always done his best to maintain the peace and stability of Naples, Buccarati is loved by the residents here.

In this restaurant he often comes to, in order to express his gratitude to Bugarati for his help to the residents of Naples, the owner of the restaurant even reserved a box for Bugarati.

Gradually, after forming his own team, Bugarati got used to meeting his companions in this box, having dinner and chatting together.

As soon as he opened the door, the team members who were still noisy turned their heads to look at him.

Fugo, who was furiously pressing Naranga's head on the dining table, regained his composure, let go of his hand, and asked, "Bugarati, do you have any tasks?"

"There is a mission." Bugarat raised the paper document in his hand, "I want to find a stolen suitcase."

Mista was cutting the steak into small portions and feeding his six stand-ins, while the villain with the bullet-shaped head was arguing endlessly over who should own the next piece of steak. Mista maintained justice with a headache, "Don't argue Come on, number three, didn't you just eat a piece? Don't always bully number five."

While looking towards Bugarati, "What kind of mission is this? If you want to find lost items, let him go to the lost and found office. We are very busy and don't have time to do this kind of pediatric mission."

Apache yelled at Mista with a cold face, "Just follow Bugarati's orders, it's not up to you to judge whether the mission is worthwhile."

Bugarati said, "There is a follow-up mission in addition to this. Officer Polpo asked us to protect the people who came to pick up the suitcase at any cost."

"Who is it? It needs a whole team of stand-in messengers to protect it." Fuge straightened his distinctive grass-green suit full of holes.

Buccarati looked at the information, and said slowly, "According to the cadre Porpo, he is a person valued by the boss."

"Hey——" Nalanja, who was rubbing his head, raised his head and asked curiously, "If he can be valued by the boss, isn't that the next cadre? Is he a strong stand-in messenger?"

"Naranja," Fugo immediately stopped Nalanja's behavior, and scolded with a solemn expression, "Don't randomly guess who is related to the boss."

Nalanga curled her lips disapprovingly, "We are the only ones here, and we won't be heard by others."

Buccarati did not stand by him this time, "Fuge is right, Naranja, you just need to think about some words in your heart, and never say them out, if your behavior is punished by the boss It would be bad if it was deemed to be an investigation of him."

The boy in the orange turban hung his head sullenly, "Since Bugarati said so, I understand."

"Okay, then I will deal with this matter now, you are here waiting for that person to arrive."

Mista couldn't help complaining, "It's always been that person, I don't even know the name, how can I be sure that this is the object we want to protect."

"About this matter." Bugarati looked down at the document again, and frowned, "It's really strange, the cadre Polbo didn't mention how to determine the task object."

"Anyway, it's the person who came to pick up the suitcase." Apaki picked up the red wine glass on the dining table and took a sip, his light purple mid-length hair swaying slightly, "In short, except for stealing The owner of the suitcase, and only the original owner of the suitcase knows what’s in the suitcase, as long as the person who comes here can tell what’s inside, won’t that be enough?”

"That's right." Bugarati nodded, "Then, I'll set off first."

In fact, even the license plate number of the person who stole the suitcase is clearly described on the document that Polbo handed over to Bucciarati. As long as you follow this clue, you can easily find it. The man who stole the suitcase.

Coupled with the fact that Bugarati has the ability to judge whether a person is lying by sweating, it is easy for him to complete this task.

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Giorno Giobana, who was delayed because he received a few more orders at night, washed his body after transferring all the trophies of tonight to the dormitory, lay down on the bed and fell asleep, and planned to deal with them the next morning ill-gotten gains.

It happened to be a rest day, and Giorno, who didn't need to go to class, had enough time to sort out the luggage of the tourists who were cheated yesterday one by one. He skillfully picked out the valuable things, and important things like passports and ID cards were left behind. It is intended to send the stolen goods to the police station and return them to tourists after selling them.

However, in the midst of this repetitive work that he did thousands of times, an [anomaly] appeared.

In the suitcase he opened without warning, lay a young black-haired child quietly.

It was a child with fair face and delicate eyebrows, with very obvious Asian features. He closed his eyes and looked like a doll with long and drooping eyelashes. His rosy lips were slightly opened, as if he could spray in the next second. It's like exhaling a fresh breath.

But to use such words to describe the meaning of this child, that is to say, at the first second of seeing him, Giorno realized——

——the fact that the child had died.

Giorno was silent for a long time, he should have casually thrown this suitcase that made him useless to some corner, so as not to get himself into trouble.

but.

For some reason, Giorno thought of his golden dream, and a firm belief arose in his heart when he saw the child's cold body that seemed to be alive but had lost all vitality.

Young children like this will be brutally killed, all futures will be ruthlessly cut off, and a society that sees no hope and light should be changed.

Giorno silently closed the suitcase again and zipped it up.

Before that, let's start by investigating the cause of the child's death.

He stood up, with a calm and firm light in his emerald green pupils.

Although they were strangers and had never met, seeing the child being carried around in the suitcase after death without dignity, a flame of anger was truly ignited in Giorno's heart.

Giorno has a very good memory. He clearly remembers every passenger he has taken and where they got off, not to mention that this happened just yesterday. As long as he thinks about it for a while, Giorno will remember it .

He got this suitcase from a boy who ran away from home. If he remembered correctly, the place where the boy got off was the Naples Hotel.

He was still not sure that the dead black-haired child was killed by that boy.

But anyway, since he came to take a taxi with this suitcase, the boy must know something!

Thinking this way, Giorno temporarily left behind the unpacked luggage of other passengers, took out the suitcase containing the corpse alone, took the car keys in a hurry, and planned to drive to the Naples Hotel.

Giorno, who had a firm belief, didn't know that another person who also had a firm belief was chasing his license plate number and rushing towards him.