put on my white vest

In the suburbs of Naples, Italy, the entrance of an old townhouse.

Just ten seconds ago, Blanchesso, as the boss of Mirufiore, issued an ambiguous invitation between death threats and sincerity to the assassination team currently affiliated with Passion.

Join or Die?

Faced with the inexplicable words of the white-haired young man, the irritable old brother Jiaqiu took the lead in attacking: "Huh?! What are you kidding, crazy!!"

Risut, the captain of the assassination team, had no expression on his face, and raised his hand to signal his companions to do it.

"A newcomer who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, it looks like you are not unprepared, but-farewell."

The first to fight was the long-range stand-in, Bessie's rod-like [Beach Boy] shot out the fishing line, and the extremely thin silk line and sharp hook flew straight towards Bailan.

Even so, the hypocritical smile of the white-haired young man only faded a little.

His elegant posture showed no panic at all, and he jumped onto the railing on the second floor with a light leap, facing Risut face to face at close range, without the tension of stepping into the enemy's range at all.

"Beforehand, I'm not here to find fault."

Bai Lan raised her eyebrows: "Yesterday's [-] million lire is my meeting gift, although I don't know how much you have in your hands."

The well-known assassination team is so poor that it sells its own information and kills the enemies who come to them. It is a fact that can be easily analyzed after observation.

During the transaction yesterday, he discovered that the information dealer's walking posture, muscle training degree, and subconscious reaction all showed that the other party was not a stand-in messenger.

Such a person wants to survive in the chaotic Italian underworld unless he has a strong enough partner—for example, an assassination team that is really cash-strapped.

Jiaqiu was obviously taken aback when he heard the amount, and then burst out in a rage.

"2000 million?!! That bastard businessman only gave us [-] million!! Isn't that the same as before??!"

But this is not to blame for their stinginess, the assassination team's poverty is already a traditional art skill.

The salary for a mission is 2000 million lire (3 U.S. dollars), which is distributed by the internal members themselves, so the per capita is 220 million lire.

This number doesn't seem to sound too much or too little, but sometimes there are only a few assassination missions worthy of them in a month, so the monthly salary is naturally very ugly.

At the same time, as a control group, Giorno, a 15-year-old middle school student who drives an illegal car, can earn more than 10 lire a day when the market is good.

This little money makes people work hard, and it is extremely normal to feel dissatisfied, especially when compared with other cadres who control the drug/product sales line and are extremely rich.

The experienced Risut never let go of his vigilance, and the extremely small group double [Metallica] operated by magnetic force covered the body surface.

"Your purpose."

"I'm very short of people~ and I've seen Passion unhappy for a long time, is this enough reason?"

"Being able to find this place shows that you have some skills, but we are not wild dogs who beg for mercy when we see money."

Risut's face sank: "As for your family... let's wait until you are alive to talk about these jokes!"

Seven substitutes appeared at the same time. Since the other party is a newcomer who has gained a lot of fame, it is not in vain for them to entertain and present a feast with all their strength.

【Metal Products】, 【Little Feet】, 【Man in the Mirror】, 【Heroes】, 【Beach Boys】, 【Baby Face】, 【White Album】......

All members of the assassination team dispatched?This is a big scene that Diablo has never seen before.

The contractor whispered in his heart: By the way, is it really good for Jiaqiu and Proxiet to be so close?Or is it their fixed procedure to put a stand-in first and place a JOJO stand when facing the enemy?

But it doesn't matter.

The first step to tame the beasts - break their fangs with absolute strength!

Bai Lan's smile was brutal and cold.

The orange flame ignited on the gorgeous gems inlaid on the wings, and the box weapon and white dragon surrounded the body.After standing up slowly, he moved back half a step in a smart way, and the white wings that sputtered sparks bloomed instantly, making him stand firmly under the sky!

"bring it on."

"Let me see what you can do."

The young godfather hooked his fingers, and his contemptuous eyes shone with incomparable pride.

10 minutes later, the former temporary stronghold of the assassination team

"Who the hell is this guy... as strong as a monster!!"

Meloni, who didn't dare to move, gritted his teeth: "He knows our abilities completely, is the information leaked?!"

Stand-in warfare is largely an intelligence warfare.

In Bailan Jesso's six trillion parallel world, any intelligence is equivalent to transparency, which also means that the assassination team that has lost the initiative has long lost any advantage.

As for why it is a "former" temporary stronghold, it is a literal description, because this old townhouse that was originally waiting for repairs has been completely razed to the ground by the jet cannon of the big sky flames.

Bessie, Illuso, and Holmaggio lay on the ground bleeding, the knife and fishhook couldn't pierce the dragon's scales, and the mirror couldn't keep up with the speed of the white dragon. bared teeth threatened.

Relatively speaking, the two with the largest range of abilities - Jiaqiu, who can freeze the air, and Proxiet, who is aging indiscriminately, were cleared out of the battlefield by the impact of long-distance flames at the beginning, half of their bodies stuck in the ground and struggling.

Meloni's stand-in [baby face] has limited role in the encounter. Unfortunately, none of the people present meets the gender requirements for him to use the stand-in to "have a baby".

In the end, Captain Risut was left. After his small double invaded the human body, he could reorganize the iron elements in the human body into a sharp instrument to cut open the tissue.In the unfavorable situation of melee combat, flying up and using long-distance flame attacks to achieve a wide range of AOE, it simply solved the relatively most difficult Risut.

"It looks—it's over."

Bai Lan applauded himself pretentiously, and took out a bag of cotton candy from behind with an innocent expression. Such a leisurely and leisurely behavior formed a great contrast with his terrifying oppressive force just now, and even made people feel very absurd.

Although he likes sweet and greasy food, Bai Lan's evaluation of the battle is very sharp: "It's easier than I thought, because the collar tied by Passion for too long, has the skill become dull?"

Even the most impulsive Jiaqiu knew that now was not the time to refute. He was pressed to the ground by the beams and cement, he could only control the bursting veins, and his eyes wanted to tear the enemy in front of him.

Bai Lan stared at her eyes and smiled lightly: "Oh, oh, what a terrifying look~"

"However... the idea of ​​'if you know his ability, you can come back' can be put away. You can't beat me—in every sense."

"To shut up!"

Risut supported his painful body, and stood staggeringly in front of his companion.Facing the ruthless belittling, he said with a dark face, "It's better to kill us than to humiliate us!"

"Really? That's not what your expression says."

The white-haired young man's smile became more wanton: "I guess...are you thinking of bringing me into your range, using your abilities to hold me back so that your companions can leave?"

"It seems that even a murderous guy cherishes his 'partner' naively and naively.

Well, I'm not a vexatious person either, so -- let's give you one more chance. "

In the different eyes of the assassination team, Bailan Jesso's figure blocked the faint sunlight in the evening, but the flames in his hands were as bright as the sky.

His vision was condescending, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the villa not far away, where there were Catholic churches everywhere in Naples.

The fountain carved with exquisite stone statues gurgled out, just at this time the solemn bell rang at six o'clock in the evening, startling a group of white pigeons pecking at the square.

On the broken wood, gravel, weeds and insects, the tiles of the villas were blackened by the high temperature and fell into the soil. The environment in the suburban slums was harsh, and the sunset was full of discarded cigarette butts and crushed cans.

The dirty streets and the holy bells complement each other at this moment, adding a touch of inviolable grandeur to the whole picture.

This is a scene full of contradictions and beauty.

No matter how full of murderous intent was in his heart, the scene lingering with religious meaning still pierced Risut's eyes deeply.

He felt a shudder for no reason. Instinct admitted one step ahead of consciousness... This man's soul—a muddy, foul soul—had an extremely twisted attraction.

The angelic wings of the white-haired young man spread under the setting sun, his lavender pupils looked down at all beings, and with a malicious smile on his face, he turned his back to the light and descended.

The pure white is by no means an angel, but a cunning devil who is good at disguising.

"Then let me ask again,"

The devil spoke in an intimate tone as if a lover was grinding: "Join, or die?"

Diablo, the boss of "Passion", feels that he must have been retrograde recently.

Diablo is well aware of the importance of the substitute messenger and the confidentiality of information in the dark world, so he attaches great importance to his own identity and ability to the point that even most of the high-level executives don't know the name of the boss he is loyal to. Name who.

But in just a few days...

First, the people in charge of distributing drugs in Naples were all killed by fledgling newcomers, and a batch of goods disappeared; The secrecy of his identity posed a threat; and all members of the assassination team completely lost contact in the evening, suspected of betrayal...

One after another, it's very frustrating.

However, Diablo has not been a fool for so many years. Adhering to the belief of carrying out the word "counseling" to the end, as long as he feels a little bit wrong, he will immediately respond.

Taking out the phone that can only communicate in one way, the address book is full of confidantes he secretly recruited.

Solve the first problem first, newcomers who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

With a sullen face, he walked to the confidential document library submitted by the intelligence team, and grabbed out a bag of information——

"Bryn Jesso, 19 years old, college student.

Three months ago, he announced the establishment of the family Mirufiore. It is said that he has a precise vision and a deep resourcefulness.

Within half a month, he mastered the cultural relics smuggling route along the coast of Palermo, Sicily. It is said that he used a lot of money to bribe local officials and threatened the smuggling caravan..."

The smuggling route that Bai Lan took was not affiliated with the "Passion" organization. Those caravans were originally used to transport food, and it is not too surprising that they are now selling ancient relics.

But if the other party dared to provoke him, his name would already be on the death list.

Diablo thought for a while, and then issued an order. First of all, he tripled the reward offered by Brandeso on the black market.

That is a number that a powerful stand-in messenger would be tempted to look at, and it is more than enough to deal with a new guy who debuted.

Besides, even if the wild killer fails, the mafia that has occupied Italy for 20 years will naturally have a backup, and the things offered by their subordinates are just in time for great use.

He called a special team in Rome.

"Focus on a new guy named 'Blanjeso', if he's alive until tomorrow night...send him an invitation to a Feast in Rome."

"By the way," Diablo instructed again: "There are still two days left, and we must increase our publicity by using the auction of the big axis as a gimmick."

"Remember, I need all the thorns that have sprung up in recent years to be there."

beep!

Hang up the phone, the first problem is solved, and then the illegitimate daughter.

"Pelliccolo, let Polpo send someone to escort my daughter to Venice, and I will take care of it myself."

"Yes, boss"

Hanging up the phone again, Diablo frowned and felt his sixth sense.The sudden disappearance of the assassination team made him a little concerned, so he was still worried and made the last call of the day.

"Karnie, stay with me during this time and be on standby at any time."

The newcomer, daughter, own safety...

Diablo counted the threats one by one, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Very good, the emperor really is——

KONO Diablo! !