put on my white vest

March 3, nine o'clock in the evening.

"Bo...boss, your bounty suddenly tripled on the black/market, and the IP address cannot be tracked. Do you need to find out who did it?"

Iruso Baba, the assassination team who had just been 'jumped' two hours ago, asked. He moved uncomfortably, and the soft high-end cushion under his buttocks seemed to be filled with thorns.

It wasn't just Iluso who was awkward, even the newcomer Bessie, who didn't care which organization he was in, turned his face into a smothered purple, like a moldy carrot.

Risut thought about it.

Losing is losing, whether it is force or strategy, it is a complete defeat.The other party didn't kill even after putting their own group of people down, which shows that they are useful to the new boss.

He exchanged glances with the reliable people in the group, and the wise general of the assassination group sent out the catchphrase "I can't help it" with his eyes. Still shrugged helplessly at the captain.

They have no choice, whether heaven or hell, boon or sacrifice.

Risut took a deep breath, then he could only walk around and watch.

He moved his stiff hands and feet, stepped on the high-grade ancient woven carpet imported from South America, and under the light and shadow cast by the gorgeous chandelier, passed the jaw-dropping high-end wine cabinet, in the office building worth billions in the center of Naples stand still.

He looked at Bai Lan, who had a world of her own, and asked, "Is there anything I need to do?"

"No~ I can probably guess that it belongs to Diabo."

Bai Lanyun calmly dropped a bombshell in the meeting room: "By the way, Diablo is the boss of "Passion", and his hometown is in Sardinia. "

Not only their abilities, how could this person even find out the mysterious boss? ?

Bessie couldn't help asking: "You... how do you know—"

"Shut up Bessie!!"

Prosciut stopped it immediately, knowing that he should not talk too much, he immediately bowed his head and apologized: "Sorry boss, Bessie didn't mean it."

Fortunately, judging from the expression of the white-haired young man, he didn't feel offended.

The kite-purple eyes glanced at a group of newly promoted subordinates who were sweating nervously, and the boss put a finger on his lips, showing off a little: "Good question."

"Come with me to Rome in two days and you will find out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired youth hummed a song and pushed open the door to leave.

Along with this sentence, there was also a suitcase full of US dollars left behind. The godfather generously distributed a bonus to his subordinates, telling them to take the time to clean up the tail, so that they can shine for the family building in the future.

The night fell, and the night and day in Naples were completely extreme and extreme.All the light seems to be sucked in by the deep darkness, and the ghosts hanging over the country are more rampant at night.

The killers who came to visit emerged from the darkness with bloodthirsty eyes. Bai Lan turned on the car stereo and kindly ordered a mass for them in rhythm.

"One, two, three, four...the last one."

The mellow female voice covered up the muffled sounds and screams from the loser, and she gently wiped away the blood on her fingertips. The young godfather strangled the neck of the last survivor and moved closer to his ear.

"I know you. The famous gang/newcomer five years ago suddenly disappeared."

"Skills are not as good as people,"

The killer sneered disdainfully, "Do you think it's something commendable to clean us up? You're so wrong, hell is beckoning to you, you idiot!!"

Bai Lan looked relaxed: "Then where did your hell start—Rome?"

Rome.

This word instantly stimulated the sensitive nerves, swallowing the bloody taste in his mouth, the killer was furious.

"Ignorant guy?! Tiny ants never feel weak, do they still think they can escape from Passion's palm?"

"Really? I see."

The other party's indifferent attitude made the killer extremely depressed, and he said viciously: "You look so pitiful for such an ignorant guy, why do you think I tell you such nonsense?

My partner has already touched your apartment!Just wait - your loved ones, friends, neighbors...none will be spared! "

What responded to the killer was not the expected panic, but the almost indifferent eyes of the white-haired young man.

'Why the hell is he...? ! '

The flames in the sky began to flicker, and when the heat burned the killer's skin, the once reckless killer suddenly realized something.

In his gradually melting retina, Bai Lan's mouth shape was clearly reflected - "I know."

He knows everything.

'I see. '

Before dying, the killer finally understood where the opponent's confidence came from.

There are only two kinds of people in the world who are always full of self-confidence, one is the chess pieces who have no sense, and the other is the chess players who know everything.

March 2001, 3 was an unusual day for Giorno.

Koichi Hirose, Luca with tears...these are not the highlights of the wonderful daytime, but the man Bugarati met on the tram is the beginning of destiny.

Bugarati is well-known in this area as a "good gangster/gang", and the trembling old lady at the street can stretch out her fingers and point out ten advantages of Bugarati.

He recognized Giorno's dream, and introduced him to Porpo, Passion's senior cadre in Naples, as long as he completes the assessment, he can join the organization, step by step to the top and change the Mafia from within.

The only thing that made him regret was that the assessment involved an old man who lived in the apartment, and the old man was killed by Polbo's double [Black Sabbath].

Harming ordinary people, this is something that Giorno cannot forgive.

Determined to make Porbo pay the due price, Giorno sat on the sofa thinking about how to make him pay for the old man's murder without any trace when he meets Porbo tomorrow.

Suddenly, a rustling sound on the balcony attracted his attention.

Cautiously calling out the substitute [Golden Experience], Giorno opened the balcony door, and what appeared in front of him was...?

The railing that was originally covered with creepers was divided into pixel cubes, floating up and down in the air. A white man with a camera was standing on the balcony that lost the railing. The camera was facing Giorno who was frowning to check the situation.

The white man said sinisterly in Italian with an awkward accent: "It's not Blancheso...... Forget it, since you are also a stand-in messenger, you can only blame yourself for showing up here today."

His right hand slid across the screen of the camera, and the complete picture that was originally shot was split instantly after his editing!

Killer code CNN, North American.

The avatar name is [Screen Tampering], panel values: destructive power - B; speed - E; range - C; precision - B; persistence - C; growth - E.

The seemingly weak panel ability is very strange. As the name suggests, it can tamper with the pictures captured by his stand-in camera.

Whether it is adding layers or deleting layers, the changes in the camera can be mapped to the display one by one, so that the original "fake" can become the "reality" he admits.

Giorno, who immediately entered the fighting state, let the [Golden Experience], which can create life, turn the cement wall into thorns to block the enemy's footsteps, but his left shoulder was caught off guard by the cutout function.

'The camera... has the ability to change what it sees? '

Giorno of the intelligence department was thinking quickly about how to deal with the enemy, and the battle in the room unfolded extremely quickly!

Two 10 minutes later.

When the white-haired young man walked back to the apartment on the steps, his expression was calm and calm.

He carefully avoided the refrigerator that had turned into scrap iron, and puffed up his cheeks very childishly when he saw the snack cabinet killed in battle.

Regardless of the shattered glass, Bai Lan solemnly picked up the squashed snacks that had not lost their flavor, and complained to Giorno who was treating his own wounds in the messy living room: "My favorite snacks were all squashed in the end. It's gone!"

'...the standard villain sues first. '

The mature 15-year-old Yang Ge glanced at his roommate and decided to act first.

"Mu Da!"

[Golden Experience] A punch hit Bailan's palm, and the wound healed in pain from being pierced by the glass in order to save the marshmallow.

"Hiss—not a bad ability, giogio."

Even though he was prepared, the sour pain still made the corner of the contractor's eyebrows twitch: "It's better to be gentle."

Giorno patted the dust and stood up: "Sorry, there is no such service."

He didn't ask his roommate why he provoked the killer.

Bailan is a mafia, and a life of ups and downs is the life that a mafia should have.

Soon, though, he'll be Mafia too.

Seeing the little roommate put on a mature expression again, Bai Lan couldn't help regretting that staying with Giorno often didn't feel the fun of teasing children.

…Then the filthy adult grunted twice, crossed his hips and asked, "Passion?"

The blond boy was taken aback for a moment, then he reacted and said, "Yes, the referrer is Bugarati."

"He, it's very suitable."

"I think so too."

Giorno nodded earnestly. He looked at his roommate who put the words 'I'm a big boss' on his face all the time, and asked his senior humbly: "If I assassinate Borbo, I will give to the gangsters." Does the situation have any adverse effects?"

Bai Lan waved his hand: "No, Passion's boss is not the kind of guy who will help a capable person get revenge."

"However, I will give you a suggestion, and it will be regarded as a thank you for helping me solve an enemy.

[Gold Experience] The ability to create life can be used to create body parts to heal wounds.If there is a teammate out of your sight, you can try to create parts in advance and hand them over to him. "

The young godfather's tone was unpredictable: "Especially the fatal parts, blood, internal organs, and heart."

Giorno was keenly aware of the implication of the noun "Xie Li", that is to say... this suggestion is at least worth a human life.

The mysterious roommate never mentioned where his intelligence ability came from, and Giorno also kept a polite distance and would not ask, but the confidence in his words when the other party mentioned some news was not fake.

So the blond boy nodded solemnly and carefully wrote down the suggestion.

Jingle Bell!

Just then, the landline phone rang.

Bai Lan and Giorno saw the caller ID at the same time, they looked at each other, and picked up the receiver with strong guilt.

"Mr. Jesso, Mr. Chobana, I heard that there was a riot in the rental house!

What happened, a gas explosion?I bought the furniture in the house from France, which is quite a lot of lire, is my cabinet okay now, and the sofa I bought in Iceland..."

Listening to the landlord's weeping complaints, the momentum of the two culprits became weaker and weaker. In the end, it was Bai Lan who braved the landlord's storm and solved the problem with his 'money ability'.

Although they seem to be cowardly now, there is no doubt——

A future rogue superstar and a future sex king, they both have great promise.