Uchiha's superpowers

Buccarati was stunned, obviously not aware of this matter, he frowned and confirmed to Apache again, "Speranza... is the boss' son?"

Apaki nodded, his expression was solemn and he didn't seem to be joking. He watched my movements from the corner of his eyes, and said to Bugarati in a low voice, "He said it himself——and only in this way can he explain the After all, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible for the organization to let a child who has not been weaned become a cadre."

"Then this matter - Speranza carried the child's body around like a toy, and the boss knew about it?" Bugarati couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

Disappointment and anger were mixed together, and when he sank to the bottom of the dark and cold lake and looked up, he could clearly recall the kindness the organization had shown him, protecting him as a murderer, and letting his life hang by a thread when he was revenged by drug dealers His father received the best treatment, gave him the steps to climb up, and did not interfere with what he did in Naples, so that he could move in the direction he expected.

Everything he owns now is brought by the organization, and he can only get it under the tolerance of the boss whose name he doesn't even know.

Apache hesitated for a while, then replied vaguely, "In any case, it can't be said that he didn't know about it, this task was assigned by the boss, and that brat is the boss' son..."

Bugarati clenched his fists, struggled, and then slowly fell silent.

He exhaled slowly and calmed down.

Bucciarati realized that he was a little impulsive. Anyway, it was just a corpse. Although there were not many children who died of starvation and stray bullets in the streets and alleys of Italy, they did not exist. Sometimes he saw the corpses of those children, although Feeling unbearable, he helped with the burial, but he had never cared so much about a child's life or death.

In the final analysis, it was only because this matter involved the organization he had always trusted and loyal to so far.

As it stands now, even though Speranza's contemptuous treatment of the child's body makes one's heart angry, purely from a matter of fact point of view, he has no position to blame Speranza.

After all, he hasn't even figured out the whole picture until now.

He might have lost his mind because he was really dazzled by the two things that made people unable to calm down after being discovered one after another.

Bugarati apologized in a low voice, "Sorry, I was a little impulsive."

"No need to apologize to me, Bucgarati. But you're not quite right today, what happened?" Apache said.

"..." Bugarati opened his mouth, glanced at Apache, and swallowed back the words that had reached the tip of his tongue.

"No, it's nothing, maybe I'm a little tired."

Bugarati shook his head silently, burying what he had encountered not long ago in his heart, and didn't say anything to make his companions troubled.

The organization is selling drugs to minors - he already knew about this, and even tacitly allowed those guys to sell drugs in the streets and alleys of Naples because of the attitude of the cadres and bosses.

But it was not until today, during the chase with Giorno, that he saw for the first time what a minor taking drugs looks like.

The arm of that brat who looked like he was still in middle school was already covered with bruised and purple pinholes left by injecting drugs. The densely distributed pinholes seemed to poke the whole piece of flesh like moths. Pale and lifeless, it looked more like frozen pork sold in a supermarket than a living human body.

Because his father had inadvertently encountered a drug trade, he was retaliated against, and later died of the sequelae left by the drug dealer's shooting. Bugarati has always hated drugs. When drugs were sold in the area under his jurisdiction, he began to have doubts about the organization he swore allegiance to, and unspeakable contradictions began to traverse between his heart and the organization, and gradually expanded.

However, in the eyes of others and even their own companions, it is not surprising that gang organizations sell drugs for profit.

He had to endure his own heart and disgust, and turned a blind eye to all this, even persuading himself to accept the drug that killed his father, admitting that the operation of the organization is inseparable from the disgusting hatred The huge sums of money brought in by things.

but.

Giorno Giobana, he is a very wonderful person, with firm belief, calm mind, and outstanding observation skills. The first time I met him, I saw through the barriers in his heart to the organization, pointed it out directly, and asked him to listen When he reached his truest thoughts, he even gave him his trust because of a battle, and frankly told a person who had shot him mercilessly in order to complete the task not long ago that he wanted to be a gang superstar In that case, he entrusted him with the investigation of the child who was packed into the suitcase.

It's just that he messed up the matter because of his messy mood.

You have to figure this out first.

After calming down, Bugarati sorted out his thoughts, and felt that he had to listen to my thoughts first.

Because of the influence of organizing drug trafficking, he had preconceived prejudices against me after learning that there was a corpse in the suitcase, and he didn't even listen to my thoughts.

Bugarati involuntarily shifted his gaze to me, thinking about how to speak.

I have been observing Bucciarati, seeing him calm down, I feel that I should be able to communicate well now, so I followed his gaze slowly and said, [Although I don’t know if you misunderstood What, but in order to get along well in the next period of time, I'd better explain it a little bit. ]

[Shouzuru and I are good friends, he died of illness not long ago. ] I made up an excuse casually, [Because he was in poor health since he was a child, he spent his short life in the hospital. After he had a premonition that he would not live long, he asked me and said he wanted to travel with me, see The scenery outside the white ward. ]

[It was his last wish, so although I was a little troubled, I agreed, packed him in a suitcase, and planned to travel around Italy starting from Naples. ]

My body slid down a little, and I used a little force to hug him up again.

'snort. ’ Diablo snorted twice in my head with a low laugh, ‘Speranza, your story is pretty decent. '

His tone was not mocking but appreciative, "If I hadn't watched you pick him up from the church with my own eyes, maybe even I would have believed it. What a moving friendship, Speranza." '

I don't change face.

[Thank you for the compliment. ]

Buccarati's expression relaxed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he walked up to me.

"Sorry." After repressing those thoughts in the bottom of his heart, Bugarati is a gentle gentleman after calming down, "Before I didn't figure out the matter before, I said that I would teach you a lesson--I solemnly ask you for this matter." Apologize."

He was very serious and didn't play it off just because I looked like a child. He even stepped back slightly and bowed deeply to me.

"Please forgive my prejudice and arrogance."

I'm a little curious, this is the first time someone has apologized for being biased against me.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about what to say to someone's apology in general.

[……It doesn't matter? ] There was a bit of hesitation and uncertainty in my tone, and finally I chose to tell the truth because I thought it was troublesome, [Anyway, you can't hurt me even if you do it. ]

This is the fundamental reason why I didn't care about Bucciarati's behavior. Because I am sure of my ability and understand that no one can hurt me, I am often more tolerant than ordinary people when dealing with other people's unkind attitudes.

Bugarati was stunned for a moment, straightened up and said with a smile, "Thank you for your tolerance, Speranza."

He didn't look like he believed that I could protect myself, but out of consideration for protecting my self-esteem, he thoughtfully did not refute.

Well, forget it.

I took it for granted that I didn't intend to explain, so I turned the topic over.

There are more important things to do than this.

[Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved. ] I couldn't wait to say, [So let's arrange the next trip? ]

Before Bucciarati came, I was looking forward to listening to Mista's enthusiastic introduction to a bunch of well-known attractions in Naples.

"The task ordered by the cadre is to let us protect your safety for a period of time. If possible, of course it is safest to stay in a hidden place." Bugarati said.

I looked straight at him, trying to express disapproval with my eyes.

"However." Bugarati obviously understood the hint in my eyes, "I think the cadres assigned me this task because of your desire to visit Naples, Speranza."

He smiled sincerely this time, and said, "If you were in Naples, I still have full confidence to guarantee your safety."

Seeing that the atmosphere between us had eased, Mista breathed a sigh of relief, and finally dared to come forward and said, "I am quite familiar with this city, if you want to visit Speranza, please let me Come and be your tour guide. In the final analysis, it is better to have someone who is familiar with the local conditions take you with you. The thieves and liars here are all living off the wallets of tourists. If there are no powerful With people covering you, you will be cheated out of your lire within three days..."

If you're talking about the [thieves and liars abound] thing, then I've experienced it very deeply.

Looking at the suitcase that was stolen twice in just one night, I thought with a blank expression.