put on my white vest

The next day, Bai Lan woke up naturally after falling asleep. Yawning and going out, Bai Lan met the landlord who came to check the utility bill.

"Good morning, Mr. Jesso! This is your bill for last month, please excuse me and Mr. Giovanna."

"Ok."

After taking the bill and glanced at it casually, Bai Lan quickly transferred the moderate figure to the landlord.

He hacked into Alitalia's ticket purchase records by himself last night, and found out that a Japanese named 'Hirose Koichi' will arrive at Naples Airport today.

In other words, in nine days at most, roommate Giorno will become the new boss of the largest Italian mafia "Passion", and this residence will lose the significance of being rented out.

Today is March 2001, 3, sunny.

Since I didn't go to the assassination team yesterday, I don't miss this morning.

Bai Lan sat in the coffee shop and added marshmallows one by one to the black coffee, turning the mellow hot drink into a swamp-like dessert, but he didn't care about passers-by looking at the fool, instead he hummed and enjoyed it.

If you want to complete the HE mission perfectly, the contractor must first find someone.

Engraving artist Scribe.

His stand-in [Rolling Stone (Rolling Stone)] is a stone engraved with the word "fierce". The stone will automatically change into the appearance of a dying person and keep tracking it. When the person touches the stand-in, he will not be affected Painfully euthanized.

What drives the double's actions is fate, which not even Scribe himself can manipulate, a powerful double that combines the powers of prophecy and causality in a way.

destiny......

Heh, the Boss of Boy Manga is best at defying fate.

But before that, the white-haired young man scratched his head pretending to be distressed. He might not be able to find Scribe's position by formal means, so he could only use informal ones.

Putting down the coffee cup and buying another ice cream, Bai Lan walked straight to the intricate path.

The path became more and more remote, throwing away the gangsters who were trying to rob, and the final destination was the dense woods in the suburbs. He squinted his eyes to confirm the glare of the Mediterranean sun, and put his hands between two huge bushes that were more than ten meters high.

Hmm... yes, it's a nice day.

In a few breaths, the flames of death qi glowing with white light burst out, slowly connected to the sky, attached to the trees to form a huge wriggling cocoon, and the complicated information that crossed the world line flowed rapidly in the fascia.

The contractor closed his eyes and probed into the inside of the cocoon, and the intertwined and bifurcated parallel worlds flooded into his mind like a stream...

'Pryn wins Nobel Prize'

'Prynne unifies Italian gangsters'

'Bai Lan becomes the richest man in the world'

'Prynne destroys the world'

......

............

found it.

What he needs now is the world line of 'Prynne Became a Master Sculptor'... and the place where Skribe, who is also a sculptor, lives in this world.

This is the special ability [Peeping Parallel], which allows you to share your knowledge and ideas with yourself in parallel worlds, and to peep into other parallel worlds. The lines of fate and cause and effect are invisible to Blancheso.

The contractor used the calculation simulation performed by the Bailan slate, that is, he saw all the possibilities calculated from the day he came into this world as the starting point.

In terms of quantity, it can reach the lower limit of what the character Kablangeso himself can do, but the short-term use still makes the contractor's brain swell and his temples twitch.

If you used to be a worker at the level of an ordinary employee, now... you can be regarded as a project manager.

Next, I want to get promoted and raise my salary, and embark on the path of Party A.

The contractor wrote down the address while dreaming, and stepped on the road of 996 with happy steps.

Scribe's girlfriend commits suicide inexplicably, and her father entrusts Bugarardi to investigate for the truth. 【Note 1】

The five members of the Bugarati Squad will act together, and in this unhappy event, the young gangsters will meet the "Rolling Stones", where three of them will be condemned by fate to their imminent death.

When Prynne came downstairs to the apartment where Scribe lived, he happened to see Mista, one of the members of the team, "Sexy Pistol/Gun". Smash it on the ground and shatter it completely.

This time he did succeed.

Looking at the rolling stone broken into gravel, Mista's panic about the possibility of "Buggarati will die" finally calmed down, so he breathed a sigh of relief and resumed his usual carefree posture.

but......

Can you escape your fate by smashing the Rolling Stones?

'No, it's impossible. '

Standing in the shadows and watching the Bugarati team leave, Scribe shook his head pessimistically.

All are slaves to fate.

Failure to smash this rolling stone will lead to the fateful death of Bugarati alone in the future world line.

What if you smashed the Rolling Stones?

Scribe knew what to expect.

The gravel on the ground is slowly gathering, and three human figures—Buccarati, Apaki, and Naranja—are condensing.

The fate line is shifted, and the predetermined death will still happen. The cruel reality may give a little sweetness to break through the shackles, but the price is more lives.

No one can escape the closed cage.

The slightly nervous Scribe watched quietly. He had seen countless times the appearance of a fool who thought he had escaped his fate, and ended up in a cocoon. He could not express other emotions except for more intense despair and melancholy.

The empty-eyed artist muttered madly: "This is fate, no one can change fate, no one can—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the accumulation of gravel suddenly stopped.

A slender hand rested on the sand on the ground at some point, and the rolling stone that was about to reveal two faces turned into fly ash again.

"Fate...it's nothing more than an intertwining of choices and possibilities." The white-haired young man said in a relaxed and cheerful voice.

"I can see oh~ all, the so-called 'fate'."

Scribe raised his head in bewilderment, and the young man with white hair and purple pupils and a iris-colored inverted crown tattoo at the corner of his left eye held up a handful of gravel from the rolling stone, with a genuine smile on his face.

It's like a miracle that human beings can't understand—the rolling stone of fate can't find any traces of being restrained on the opponent, so it can only lower its proud head in front of this white-haired young man.

Bai Lan clapped the gravel in his hand, looked at the dazed Scribe, "Your double is very interesting, I need an expert in this field for my artwork smuggling route."

Scribe's expression gradually changed to the frenzy of seeing the gods. He knelt on his knees and raised his hands up, responding frantically with the most pious gesture in the mass.

"Okay...Okay my lord!! I will use it for you!!!"

"Please, my lord, let me, help me..."

Please let me—let me witness the scene where the slaves of fate take off their shackles! !

Without hesitation, Bai Lan sent the first tool man to stare at the route, and Bai Lan, who had despaired of the efficiency of European workers, stood on the sunny street again.

It's time to get down to business, he said to himself while walking: "Assassination team...is the current location Naples?"

The honesty of the intelligence is so ridiculous that the intention of black people and fishing for law enforcement is so clearly on the surface, so that the contractor who is used to Rich can't help but sympathize with the financial situation of his future subordinates.

This is not difficult to understand.

People who engage in dirty things like "assassination" will only be used when necessary, no one will really trust them, and the boss of the organization will never hand over the main site to them.

Dirty work has to be done, and the benefits are basically not available.

The rebellious thoughts of the assassination team have already emerged, and they only need a slight push to burn blazingly.

Everything is to be blamed on the boss of "Passion"——Diablo's unscrupulous boss, whose salary does not match the workload, let's see what happened!

The contractor shook his head condemningly, without the slightest awareness that he is also a black-hearted villain and boss now.

He drove the rented car along the wide sidewalk to an old townhouse in the suburbs, smiled and waved his head up.

Not surprisingly, from the moment he got off the car, blades, muzzles, fishing rods...whether it was a stand-in or a thermal weapon had already been aimed at his head.

With kite-purple eyes half-closed, Bai Lan unhurriedly stretched out her hand and asked:

"It's the first time meeting you gentlemen, so—"

"Do you choose to join my family, or die?"