put on my white vest

April 4, the outskirts of Rome.

Diablo gave a crazy order coldly.

The failure of the Roman feast, the failure of killing his daughter... After these two days of continuous setbacks, he realized that he must take the initiative to break the deadlock.

Joe Krat, one of the pro-guards, received the order. He laughed morbidly and said, "Is there no problem? Boss hehehe, [The notorious BIG] and [Youth Years]...that's in a public place."

"Go,"

Even if he feels bad about this perverted scum, Diablo still appreciates his lethality: "The enemies of the organization are now concentrated in Rome."

He does not allow anyone to challenge his position.

Even... to destroy the city.

When Bugala reminded me, I felt that my chest was stepped on by eight steamrollers at the same time.He unconsciously caressed the body that was supposed to have a big hole, and the warmth and touch of his hands were so vivid that it was unreal.

'I'm alive? '

The gangster with the younger sister's hair was stunned for a few seconds, and then slowly turned his brain amidst Giorno's urgent call.

"Buggarati? Bugarati!!"

'Oh, yes...he's a rookie in my team, a kid who aspires to become a black/road superstar.

We accepted the escort mission, and the location was finally changed from Venice to Rome.But who knows that the real purpose of the boss is to kill Trish to cover up his identity. Fortunately, a ladybug brooch full of life force saved me. I want to thank, thank...'

——"Giorno?"

Under the care of the blonde newcomer, Bugarati blinked his dark blue eyes, and the confusion inside faded away like a tide.

The qualified captain quickly figured out the situation: "Where's Trish? Where are we now? The real purpose of the boss—ahem..."

"Be careful, your injury hasn't fully healed yet!"

[Gold Experience]'s palm touched the bleeding wound, Giorno finally heaved a sigh of relief, "Trihue is here, Mista and the others are looking for us downstairs, boss..."

Giorno hesitated for a moment: "I didn't see him, he seems to have left."

Buccarati endured the pain of wound recovery, and carefully pulled Trish's wrist, where there was still cold blood, just 10 minutes ago, it was still warm from the blood vessels.

The eyes of the newly promoted cadres of the organization gradually became firm: "Giorno, I have made my decision."

"Maybe it's better to lie dormant in Passion and slowly find the boss's flaws, but I can't..."

The blond boy was also solemn: "I understand, Bugarati."

Buccarati's blue eyes are filled with the ocean of determination: "We can leave just like this, Apache, Fugo, Naranja, Mista...they don't have to embark on the road of desperation .”

"Buggarati, you don't have to—I mean...you might as well ask their will, maybe someone is willing to follow you."

' And I have an experienced roommate. '

Giorno thought, he wasn't very pessimistic, Bai Lan never minded having fun with "trouble" for herself, and didn't mind passing on some experience of making trouble for Passion.

It's just that the considerate blond boy knew that now might not be a good time to disturb Bai Lan.

Rumors spread throughout Rome that Mirufiore made a big fuss with Passion in the early hours of yesterday. During the daytime on April 4, the property under their banner was the first to suffer retaliation.

But who knows how Blanchesso did it, he mobilized the power of the Gambino family, and he insisted that the officials who took bribes were afraid of the mouse and couldn't do anything.

Passion knew that Luisa Gambino was supporting Mirufiore, that is to say, Big Brother, who was dead but not stiff, wanted to make this a big deal, a trivial matter, and whitewash it as a constant sexual friction.

As a result, conflicts between families quickly focused on the personal level.

Diablo and Bai Lan still have a lot of personal grievances. As long as Bai Lan dies, Mrs. Luisa's support will naturally be in vain, and he can also solve another threat who is suspected of being aware of 'Sardinia'.

Giorno’s information comes from an internal beta software called [Facebook]—from Mirufiore’s investment in the United States. It is said that the developer is a college student, but the valuation is already astronomical.

Since the current users are very limited (even all gangsters), he can see pictures of white-haired roommates eating ice cream and cotton candy mountains with the killer's hot corpse at a glance.

"The picture rating system should be optimized" and "I have to say it's pretty cool" had a fight, and finally Giorno honestly gave a thumbs up to his roommate's tweet.

Of course, these too personal matters are not suitable for mentioning to my companions now. The most important thing now is to leave the bell tower in the outskirts of Rome, find out the identity of the boss alive, and then defeat him.

When Giorno's chaotic thoughts retracted, Buccarati nodded at him: "You are right, we should consider the opinions of our companions."

He picked up Trish, who was still unconscious, and stepped down the stairs: "Let's go, there's no time—"

boom! !

The momentary shaking of the ground caused the two people on the second floor to be a little stunned, and they fell from the collapsed floor with their feet empty.

Buccarati protected Trish and rolled twice on the rubble. Before he could figure out the situation, Fugo's roar sounded: "Don't move!!"

"Slowly, slowly, stay away from that thing!"

'That thing? ! '

Under Bugarati's gaze, half-human tall, fleshy tentacles were running around chasing the falling tiles.

The entangled, wriggling, and bloody mass devoured the rubble, and the morning light shone in through the empty surroundings, and soon turned its target to the birds in the sky.

[The notorious BIG], it is a substitute that can only be officially launched after the accumulation of resentful spiritual energy after the death of the main body, and grows by absorbing the energy of the person being attacked and the substitute.

Because the main body is dead, the range is no longer limited; also because the main body is dead, its continuous power is no longer limited, as long as the energy is sufficient, it can continue to exist.

Fugo put it succinctly: "It's speed, it will attack the fastest object!"

"Naranja's [Aerosmith] was broken by it, but Giorno is over there, so it should be fine."

The shattered second floor and the BIG in the center divided the guards into two sides, Giorno, Naranja and Mista, Bugarati, Apache, Fugo and the unconscious Trish.

Bugarati took the tortoise from Apaki's hand, and guarded Trish in it carefully. Fugo noticed the boss' daughter who shouldn't be here, and frowned deeply.

"What the hell happened, Bucciarati?!"

"A man who looks like a ham came up and attacked us. After Mista counterattacked, it became like this... Isn't this the boss's clock tower? Could it be that Passion was attacked, could it be that Miru What did Fiore do?!"

Bugarati's gaze collided with Giorno, who nodded and used his ability to turn the wall into several kangaroos, temporarily attracting BIG's attention.

"No, it's not Fugo. This double...is probably sent by the boss to kill us."

Bugarati's voice was calm and powerful, slowly telling what happened to him just now.

"...I've decided that I'm going to betray my boss."

"I will not force anyone to choose, you can decide with your own will."

Fuge opened his mouth wide, and the retort was about to blurt out:'Are you kidding me? !Us, against the boss? ? '

To his surprise, Apache, Mista, and even Naranja who hesitated for a long time, except him, all the partners decided to set foot on the road of no return to hell.

"I...I respect you, Bugarati," Fugo said heavily, "but——you will be killed!!"

The young man with an IQ of 152 made a decision easily. The fear of the boss made him decide to leave here immediately, and hesitantly moved his footsteps under Bugarati's tolerant gaze.

But Fugo's face changed quickly, because the moment he lifted his foot, the severe pain of tearing spread to his ankle—"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"Fugo, be careful!!"

If BIG decides the target of attack based on the volume of the sound, Giorno who just yelled out is finished. However, the fact is that BIG is more interested in Fugo's step after eating the kangaroo made of lime.

In desperation, Giorno grabbed a handful of bullets from under Mista's hat and circled the shattered ceiling to turn the metal into hummingbirds.

His running and the fluttering of the bird's wings attracted BIG again. At the risk, Giorno grabbed the ladybug brooch, made the parts of the feet, and carefully threw them to Bucciarati.

'Damn! '

Fuge once again turned the mind of IQ152, he could not refuse the healing from his former companion, and at the same time discovered a more terrifying fact.

'That guy will attack everyone indiscriminately, whether I leave or not... I have been listed as a target! '

The genius who was admitted to university at the age of 13 had a gloomy vision, 'betrayal will lead to death', but now the death is in front of him......

Buccarati saw his concerns: "Fugo, we will help you distract the enemy, you take this opportunity to leave! As long as the attention is attracted by us, the possibility that the boss will find you is very small."

Giorno over there nodded cooperatively, and [Golden Experience] was ready to go.

Fuge clenched his fists: "It's outrageous... Everyone is facing a life-and-death battle, and at this time I..."

He was picked up from the dining room by Bugarati, and he hadn't taught arithmetic in Naranga Elementary School. It was the first time he met a peer of the same age as Giorno in so many years...

He connected the parts made by Giorno, and finally heaved a long sigh: "Listen, Bucciarati."

"I'm leaving, but not now. When we're done with this thing—don't blame me for turning around!"

Bugarati was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

"Then our first task - to defeat the enemy!!"

Said to defeat the enemy, the gradually expanding BIG still brought the scene to a stalemate.

There are residential areas within 500 meters of this place. If BIG is allowed to continue to expand, the consequences will be disastrous.

The Italian mafia itself started as a self-defense organization, and their original intention was to protect the neighbors. Therefore, it is impossible for everyone in the Bugarati team to watch the battle of the stand-in messenger spread to innocent ordinary people.

Fugo thought quickly.

His stand-in [Purple Haze] has the ability to kill germs, and the virus released in the air while punching can damage all metabolic functions in the penis, and the enemy will start to rot from the inside.

'With a virus?No, no, I'm afraid I'll be entangled by it because of the instantaneous speed when I swing my fist, and besides, can that guy really breathe...

Then use something to attract its attention, and then take the opportunity to transfer it to the depths of the sea or volcanic magma?Sounds doable, but they have to be immobilized first... bombarded with thermal weapons?Liquid nitrogen freezing?

Wait, speaking of liquid nitrogen...? '

"Airport and ice cream factory!!"

Giorno shouted loudly, and his brain circuit with Fugo was connected in an instant: "First freeze it with low temperature, and then transport it to the sea!!"

This is the suburb of Rome, only ten minutes away from Fiumicino Airport and Light Food Industrial Park!

Bugarati looked at the teams divided into two sides by the BIG in the center, and ordered decisively: "Apaki, Fugo, let's take the tortoise and Trish to get the plane—"

Giorno answered immediately: "Understood! Mysta Naranga and I will lure this guy away and find a way to freeze it with liquid nitrogen!"

The six guards were divided into threes and threes, and each moved towards the destination.

Rome, Fiumicino Airport International Airport.

Kujo Jotaro stepped off the plane and closed his communicator heavily.

Since he flew to Italy, his mailbox began to receive a lot of emails from Polnareff in the past—these were blocked by Passion and could not be sent out.

This fact made Jotaro let go of his doubts, and it also caused raging anger to burst out of his chest. The terrifying aura made the little baby suckling the pacifier beside him cry out in fright.

The mother pushing the stroller was also shocked. Instead of asking the man who was nearly two meters away for an explanation, she bent down rationally to hug the child and coax her.

Jotaro pursed his lips. He tried hard to control his emotions, and turned his apologetic eyes to her.

The accident happened in the next second.

"Ah, ahhh!! What is this?! My hand—"

The young mother with bright red nail polish felt the pain of being eaten. Her fingers were covered with green mold. She tried to get rid of it by throwing it to the ground, but the mold grew more and more.

"Substitute attack?!"

Jotaro suddenly looked around, a green-haired man was touching his companion's head, standing at the highest point, he made a nervous voice: "Yoshi, yoshi, yoshi, yoshi, yoshi!!"

"The boss has already seen through Bugarati's idea, they should be on their way to the airport, hehehehe!!"

"Let's kill, Seko!!"

Polnareff circles the country lane in a daze.

He had been lost in the outskirts of Rome for two days. A man with light pink hair who was dressed in his style showed him a shortcut the night before. Unfortunately, his map was lost after that.

It is said that the Roman feast with the "arrow" must not be able to catch up. The wheelchair prevented him from coming and going as he wanted, so he could only get out of the car occasionally to ask the nearby residents for directions and confirm his direction.

Just when the wheels just touched the ground, a sudden change occurred——

First, the astonishing flocks of birds flew out, and then there were gunshots and battle cries of 'Bora Bora Bora'. The surrounding residents scattered in all directions, and there was no one in the fields.

Just as he was about to call out the [Silver Chariot] to defend himself, the screams and running sounds of birds came from behind him.

The blue eyes were dazed, and Polnareff was completely confused: "What happened?! The bird in the sky...the bird turned into stones and branches??!"

"The handicapped brother in front - be careful!!"

An anxious reminder came from afar, and Mista slammed into Polnareff's wheelchair.

With a strong sense of justice, he looked at the 'residents' who were obviously not conducive to walking, hesitated for a while, and then pushed the wheelchair and started running.

Polnareff asked loudly, "What's going on?! You—"

The voice of explanation came from the blond boy holding a branch, and Giorno motioned for Naranca, who had dispersed the residents, to come back first, and then solemnly expressed his apology.

"Sorry, for some reason...it's dangerous here now!"

Giorno looked serious: "This is our responsibility, so we will be responsible for sending you to a safe place!"

Behind him, the tall Roshan was chasing the birds in the air, dragging a hideous trace on the dirt road.

at the same time.

A low-key luxury garden villa in the center of Rome.

The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the gemstone ornaments in the house reflect the dazzling splendor under the perfect cutting. The beautiful woman gracefully holds up her teacup and teases the young man opposite with a light smile.

"Just send your subordinates out like this, you are very confident in your own strength."

Facing Mrs. Louisa's teasing, the young godfather responded: "Risut is still there, but--he is indeed a little confident."

Madam raised her eyebrows: "I underestimated your pride."

Bai Lan held his chin and dug down a piece of tiramisu, and the leader of Mirufiore himself smiled: "Let your friends underestimate your strengths, and let your enemies overestimate your shortcomings."

"Mario Puzo - The Godfather."

Mrs. Louisa pretended not to see the greasy three-layer icing on the other party's cake: "My father liked this work very much. He even went to Los Angeles to meet Mr. Brando himself."

"Your grandfather, Mr. Gambino, is a recognized prototype." 【Note 1】

Bai Lan didn't care about Luisa Gambino's nostalgic eyes. He put his hand on his left chest and bowed slightly: "No one in Sicily knows his reputation."

A qualified godfather - his cruelty is full of legend, his cunning and cunning are full of myth, and even his mistakes are immortal and great.

Mr. Gambino was low-key and cunning all his life, rarely used violence, but his deterrent power was always felt.He died in the 80s of last century, and the grand requiem mass brought together the upper elite.

Luisa has inherited her grandfather's aura very well. The mature lady who is over [-] years old uses a folding fan to lightly cover the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and narrows her emerald-like eyes.

"I can find out the relationship between me and my grandfather...you are indeed the first in so many years."

Bai Lan's self-entertaining chess game began, and the exquisitely carved flags were scattered on the black and white chessboard. He brought the topic back to the classic film works that are known as handed down from generation to generation.

"The protagonist played by Marlon Brando lives by two principles."

Mrs. Luisa said in a deep voice: "One is never to traffic/poison people, and the other is never to engage in flesh and blood business."

"Yeah, so Diablo... always steps on my reverse scales."

Madam's light and upbeat ending voice inevitably reveals a bit of unhappiness in mentioning dirty things, making Passion's lucrative business full of sin in her eyes.

The young godfather swept the black and white king chess off the board, leaned on the white seat and shook the martini: "This is his sin."

"And what Mirufiore wants is not these, but more."

True power is shown in nods with slightly raised eyebrows and unquestionable gestures.

As the head of the most powerful old family in Italy, Luisa Gambino showed a cruel and beautiful smile: "Then go and take it away."

Madam walked to the window, outside the manor belonging to Gambino, Risu was busy funeral for the killer sent by Passion.

"As long as Diablo is alive, his pursuit of you will be endless. These are just appetizers, but this is the process you need to go through."

The iris-purple pupils narrowed slightly, and Bai Lan saw countless possibilities in the next.

He got up to say goodbye.

"My subordinate is one step late. There is a big guy coming to the city center. I need to solve it."

"See you next time, ma'am."

Louisa bid farewell to the young man she was optimistic about, and stood there for a long time.

The Italian gangsters who have degenerated into mud and countless young people who died because of drugs are all suffering from inner pain. Luisa seems to see her grandfather holding her hand and speaking seriously of his creed.

The madam mentally recited the farewell curse for Diablo, and announced her own judgment.

This is sin.

—a sin that needs to be paid for with endless pain.