put on my white vest

*Interlude

【What are you thinking? 】

Mr. System's font is as gaudy as ever, and for the first time, the emotionless program cares about the psychological state of his subordinate workers.

"I'm thinking……"

Lian Hechuan was silent for a while: "No, nothing."

Mr. System is very perceptive, he called out the phrases in the 'Employee Management Manual', and said comfortingly——

[Your idea has been proven feasible, meeting again is not a big problem. 】

"I know."

The contractor's voice was still muffled, but he also knew that it was pointless to continue thinking about it.

"Mr. System, just accept this task."

Lian Hechuan made up his mind: "If you really want 'I' to exist in different worlds at the same time, some practice is essential."

Mr. System did not refute.

In the program's equation, Subordinates really needed to relax with one of the most freewheeling chaotic faction character cards ever created.And the opponent's ability is enough.

The possibility and amount of information of the six trillion parallel worlds is difficult to fully digest even the simulated situation calculated by using the power of the slate.

However, Lian Hechuan readily accepted this task.

[Character Card: Brandon Jesso... "JOJO's Bizarre Adventure: Wind of Gold"]

He also complained to himself as a routine: "This character card is the No. 1 character card with the worst personality in history... If it is placed in front of Jo's God of War, it will be about seven pages away from Euler! !"

No one should respond to his complaints.

Lian Hechuan could only shrug his shoulders and continue on to the next journey.

Italy, Naples.

The bloody battlefield between the mafia and the mafia.

Street corner in Naples in the evening.

The hot sunshine is fading away, and the chaotic order that takes over the night can't wait to emerge when the day and night change. Gangs, big and small, are like swarms of ants, gnawing at every corner of the city.

In the pickled alleys filled with marijuana, cigarettes and condoms, weird tunes and muffled footsteps clearly broke through the cold gunpowder smoke.

"Hmph ~ hum ~"

"Dala Dala~Dala Dala—Bryn!!"

Brandon Jesso stepped on raised stone bricks.

The rising star in Europe finally stopped in front of the dying enemy, stepped heavily on the opponent's spine, and Shi Shiran picked up the communicator that fell on the ground.

The iris-purple eyes curved into happy arcs, the inverted crown tattoo on the left cheek printed a cold radiance, and there was no smile in the white-haired youth's tone.

"Blocking the goods at the dock in the name of search, the joint government customs and the military/party...Passion really lives up to its reputation."

Benito, the little boss who was trampled, begged for mercy.

It was just a container of goods, but it was an order given to him by Passion's cadres personally. They did a lot of things like this, and no one took it seriously.

Benito acted cautiously. He did find out that the owner of the goods was a new family named 'Mirufiore'.

But this didn't dampen his determination to complete the task, on the contrary, it made him more excited - think about it, what could be more exciting than the "overwhelmed newcomer tried to argue with Passion, but was completely wiped out" Woolen cloth?

People are always gloating.

But now Benito, who is lying on the ground to endure the filth, can't wait to slap himself a few days ago.

Mirufiore's background is insufficient, so it is really not difficult to intercept the goods, but who would have thought that its leader is extremely powerful, and he is a lunatic who does not play cards according to common sense!

No matter how annoyed he was, Benito could only know the current affairs as a hero, and hurriedly begged the other party to spare his life.

He deeply hid the coldness in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Jesso...I can recommend you to the 'Roman Feast' in a few days, and I can also introduce you to many important people!"

The white-haired young man ignored the defeated general's begging for mercy, and asked casually, "How many drugs are there in your warehouse?"

"A lot, a lot!! Mr. Jesso, the whole of Naples... from old people to children are our customers!"

Drugs = money = status.

Benito, who quickly drew the equation in his mind, begged: "I can sell things to anyone, please..."

boom!

He was answered by a gunshot.

Poor Benito, the pungent smoke told the world that he had lost his chance to speak again forever.

The gang leader didn't even know that the "sales performance" he was proud of was an irreparable reminder for this young man who didn't look like a good man.

Bai Lan opened the communicator and cracked the account with the fingerprints of the gradually cooling corpse.

He looked at the invitation list for the 'Roman Feast', but didn't modify it, just smiled ambiguously.

The container was robbed, the reasons for being a newcomer and looking for fun were mixed. The trouble he found Benito was more because he was unhappy and took advantage of the trend.

Be it the invitation to the banquet or the lost goods, since the things I want have already been taken away by Passion...

Then go get it back yourself.

It was Bran Jesso's ability to give him the arrogance he deserved.

Of course, before leaving, the last thing Lian Hechuan, a law-abiding citizen under his shell, did was set fire to a warehouse full of people.

He snapped his fingers in disgust, and the sinful chemicals burned up in the flames of the sky.

As a flower grower, the contractor has a deep-seated rejection of these things.

The white-haired young man looked at the time after cleaning up the scene, and walked to the seaside with a turn of his footsteps.

Passing by a dark alley on the way, several young people were sitting on the dirty floor full of vomit and sucking their heads down. Their eyes did not have the vigor they should have at this age, but were mediocre like walking dead.

poison.

Like the poison of maggots attached to the bones.

It's the first year of the 21st century.

In Naples, Italy, the dark corners are full of corruption, bribery and drug trade. The country's largest drug trade is controlled by the mafia "Passion" organization.

But the good news is that "Passion" can't be arrogant for a few days.

Giorno Giobana will kill Diablo, the boss of "Passion", within nine days, become the new leader of the organization and start to clean up the drug trade.

Nine days—this is really the fastest-paced mission ever done.

The power system of this world is stand, which translates to stand-in.

Stands are used for all sorts of magical abilities, such as pausing time, accelerating aging, slicing space, creating life, and more.Brainstorming and intelligence are the biggest weapons in the battle between substitute messengers.

The white-haired young man thought as he walked, his brisk footsteps were not at all like the demon whose fingertips were bloodied just now.

He jumped on the stone pillar guardrail of the Mediterranean port. The sunset scenery on the beautiful coast of Santa Lucia is very beautiful, and Mount Vesuvius can be seen across the Bay of Naples.

Sitting on the railing with her back to the sea, Bai Lan took out the cotton candy she carried with her and enjoyed it bit by bit, squinting and smiling to enjoy the sunshine, like a tourist enjoying life.

But as a native Italian, he didn't come to enjoy the scenery.

After waiting for a while, an intelligence dealer who dressed himself as a mummy walked towards him.

"It's you, the famous Mr. Jesso... I didn't expect you to be a kid with no hair!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Information Businessman~ You're very efficient!"

The businessman didn't reduce his guard just because the transaction partner was younger than expected: "Where's the money?"

"Well, 16 million lire (equivalent to [-] U.S. dollars back then). I can transfer it to your account with just a few clicks of my finger."

"Heh, as expected of Mirufiore who took down the cultural relics smuggling/smuggling ship, he is really enviably rich."

Bai Lan held the marshmallow and smiled: "Really? Then Mr. Merchant, do you want to try to rob me~"

Although the tone was cloyingly sweet, the intelligence dealer felt an inexplicable chill, recalling the frightening rumors about this young man, he immediately refused.

"No... just kidding."

"The information you want is here, although I don't know what you want to do with the assassination team of "Passion"..."

Thinking of the seller who released the information, the businessman hesitated for a moment and decided to sell it well: "Let me remind you, they all have 'that' ability. If you want to seek revenge from them, I advise you to give up as soon as possible."

The rumors about Mirufiore all describe the organization's wealth and vicious vision. The businessman doesn't think that anyone can fight against the long-established assassination group in battle.

"Hey hey~"

Responding casually without sincerity, the white-haired teenager took the information and watched with great interest as the figure of the intelligence dealer turned left and right and disappeared into the crowd.

He stretched himself, looking at the deflated cotton candy bag with an aggrieved expression.

'It's almost finished...'

'Decided!Go home and get the marshmallows first, and put aside the assassination team for a while! '

Naples has never had the best reputation for tourists, and to outsiders the city is what they expect it to be – dirty, chaotic and dangerous.

The walls and doors everywhere are covered with messy graffiti, expressing the culture here in an unfashionable and rude way. The garbage on the street is piled up on the walls and in the middle of the square, and the crime rate has been lingering for a long time.

But in contrast, there are thousands of hospitable local residents here.

Pushing open the graffiti-filled gate is a gorgeously decorated church, every bar serving coffee and pizza and a large number of Gothic buildings established in the 13th century decorate the city.

No wonder Naples is known as the "City of Sunshine and Joy", the original, chaotic, passionate and unrestrained Italian city.

Carrying the suitcase containing the information, Bai Lan briskly opened an old but strong door.

Passing by the vibrant creeper garden, walking up the gray stairs to a modest apartment, which he shared with his roommate.

Roommate, Giorno Giovanna.

The roommate who is only 15 years old is a middle school junior of Xiao Bailanjiesuo's fourth grade, and he met because of a "chance encounter" some time ago.After that, they got acquainted quickly, and even rented together and became friends.

Of course, the most important part of this friendship is probably the similar purpose behind these two seemingly gentle teenagers - the Italian mafia reservist.

After Bai Lan confessed that he was starting to build his own family, Giorno, like every young man who met like-minded friends, couldn't wait to express his ambition to become a "rogue superstar".

I still remember that day, the blond boy pulled his clothes and put on a magical jojo stand: "I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream to become a Yangko Star!" (Gyangustar/Rogue Superstar)

His three-view miraculous roommate naturally applauded and agreed very much.

In this way, the two oddballs in the eyes of others forged a fairly solid friendship.

Opening the door, Marshmallow Star waved his hand and said hello: "Good afternoon ~ giogio."

The blond boy responded politely: "Good afternoon, are you going to the Chinese restaurant on the corner tonight?"

"Eh? Looks like giogio made some money at the airport."

"Yes, there are quite a few guests today."

Giorno often imitates gangsters to do some "graceful" gangster behaviors, such as picking up the owner's wallet and then taking two after returning it, or driving a black car at the airport to defraud other people's luggage after bribing the police.

Although Bai Lan invited Qiao Luno, who is not low in IQ, to join him in gray finance to make a fortune, but the other party seemed to think that he would lose his 'rogue' temperament, so he politely refused.

By the way, Giorno also rejected the invitation of Blancheso's Mirufiore family.

Not because this organization is currently an empty shell with nothing but bosses and banknotes, but because Bai Lan told him frankly that the family will not take the elimination of drugs as the first task, which conflicts with Giorno's will .

But all of the above does not prevent the good friendship of these two people who are fighting together to become outlaws.

The white-haired young man was humming a song and sitting in the living room, while his roommate was looking in the mirror adorning his donut-like blond hair and fancy pink clothes.

Giorno is a serious stand-in emissary, and the change in hair color is due to the awakening of the stand-in "Golden Experience".

This is much more formal than Bai Lan who pretends to be a stand-in with a box of weapons, at least he has a serious value panel.

When my roommate finally tied her half-length hair into a fishbone braid, put on a flamboyant pink heart topless top, and tidied her carefully curled bangs... the marshmallow star had already collapsed on the sofa and was hungry It's listless.

"It's been a long time, let's go."

"Oh~"

Dinner is typical western Chinese food.

Western-style egg rolls that have been deep-fried at high temperature and filled with vegetables and seafood fillings; fried until golden and semi-burnt, then seasoned with sauce, and stir-fried to make General Tso's Chicken; the ingredients are basically replaced by vegetables and seafood , even the seasoning was changed to sweet sauce for chop suey.

The strange taste, the contractor can only sigh while eating, it has been a long time since I have eaten food with such a realistic painting style...

Two hours later, after dinner, the two sat slumped on the sofa in the apartment, pushing each other to get fruit from the refrigerator.

In the end, the unbearable golden experience floated to the kitchen with its C-level range, and used its ability to turn fruits into ladybugs and fly to the table by itself.The very humanized stand-in also gave his own stand-in messenger and his white-haired roommate a disgusted look at salted fish.

Thanks to the laziness of the two people's mutual achievement, Giorno's use of the stand-in ability has improved by leaps and bounds in this month.

If he was the only one living alone, there would never be such a childish thing as "tricking the other party to run errands"... But as long as you live with friends, the other party's deflation can be a source of happiness for you, isn't it? ?

In the peak duel between black-bellied and black-bellied, the last ones to work are the golden experience and the box weapon White Dragon.

Tool Abilities: What a horrible master.

When the two of them started to yawn sleepily, it meant that the day was almost over.

A middle school student and a college student, both of them are good at skipping classes. They basically disappear in school except for the final exam, and the teachers can only look at their decent grades and feel sad.

After washing up, the roommates said good night to each other and returned to their respective rooms. It is impossible to go to school tomorrow, and it must be another day of hard work for the Yangko dream.

At 10:30 in the evening, Bai Lan, who turned on the lamp in the room, sat alone at the desk and took out the information in the suitcase. A thick stack of paper was filled with gossip about the assassination team.

It is absurd to say that the "news" is gossip. The pile of paper bought for [-] million lire is full of ambiguous guesses and gossip. Except for a suspected address in the outer suburbs, it has no reference value at all.

But the capitalists of the future will be more satisfied and more excited the more they look at it. Is there anything more worth recruiting in this world than a killer who has everything but money?

Coincidentally, Lian Hechuan in this world is as rich as ever.

It happened that Passion snatched the goods he had worked so hard to find from Japan, and as the first step in reciprocity, he poached a corner...not too much.