put on my white vest

"[Platinum Star · World]!"

Shouting the name of the move, Kujo Jotaro quickly sent the baby carriage and mother to the stairs in 3 seconds when time stopped.

'Not enough, not far enough. '

The mature man gritted his teeth angrily. This is Rome's Fiumicino Airport, the aviation hub of Italy. How many flights land here from top to bottom every day, and innocent passengers will inexplicably lose their lives within a few minutes.

Just then, he heard a noise at the door.

"The police are on the case! I suspect there is... terror/attack here!!"

"All citizens, stay where you are and don't move around!!"

Although there was a pause for a second when making up excuses, the posture and behavior of the man with purple lips were no different from that of ordinary policemen. The citizens who were still hesitating looked at each other, but were soon caught by another violent blond policeman. 'Scared.

'A substitute messenger...or a substitute messenger who is hostile to users of green fungi...'

They are not the last visitors.

The sound of the fishing rod spinning, the crisp sound of ice cubes colliding, and the sound of typing on the keyboard sounded, and another group of three people also came to the scene.

They seemed to be the ones in control of the situation. The leading man in the suit tied his blond hair into little buns and walked straight to the black-haired man in the police trio.

Proxieter stretched out his right hand under the vigilant eyes of the other party, and decided to follow the boss's advice and explore the possibility of cooperation.

"Bruno Bucciarati, meeting for the first time. Let me introduce myself, we are - Mirufiore."

The crowd of onlookers, Jotaro, caught the key word.

'Merufiore... Blancheso? ? '

Polnareff has never tried racing in a wheelchair, never, never, ever, even with his legs.

The boy in the red and blue hat pushed him and ran all the way, and beside him was a boy with a blond donut head.

While running, the blond one created various faster animals to attract the attention of the thing behind.

'Well, will help the handicapped, doesn't look like a bad guy. '

Although Polnareff has experienced and grown a lot, he is still unwilling to speculate on strangers with the worst possibility because of his warm and cheerful nature.

"Are you going to the nearby ice cream factory? There are many artificial rivers there, so it's not easy to find."

Giorno nodded politely, "Don't worry, we'll put you down when we get to a safe place."

[Silver Chariot] suddenly appeared, cut off some branches at a very fast but not exceeding speed and stuffed them into Giorno's hands, Polnareff said to the slightly surprised boy: "I can help you, go to the right Walk!"

"......thanks."

Giorno thanked subconsciously at first, and then solemnly said: "But this has nothing to do with you, the enemy came to hunt us down—"

Naranja, who returned to the team, interrupted their conversation: "Giorno! The nearby residents have been scared away by me, Passion's killer... really not...so annoying... ..of......"

"What happen to you guys??"

The silly little plane looked at the sudden change of atmosphere, looked left and right, and didn't know why.

Polnareff was speechless for a long time, silently changed the label of the five good youths to 'black/gang bastard', and then asked a difficult question: "...the Passion you are talking about is the one I know ?"

Rome, Fiumicino Airport International Airport.

When mold, aging and viruses come together, things get out of hand.

"Branjesso's subordinates are exactly like him."

Jotaro called out [Platinum Star] with a dark face: "Aging all the citizens so that they don't run around—an annoying plan!"

Bugarati was also very uncomfortable with Proxiet's approach, but in order to defeat the enemy, he chose to cooperate temporarily.

"Apaki, go to the main control room at the airport and separate our area with a firewall."

"Fogg, you—"

"Giorno gave me this when he left." Fugo held up a half-dead poisonous snake. "With the serum, it should be fine."

"evil!"

For some reason, Meloni began to feel physically uncomfortable just seeing the snake.

He held up a hen and complained angrily: "I'm trying to develop [Baby Face]'s animal mother body, and the produced substitute will not be corroded by mold!"

"Can't you get me some blood?"

Kujo Jotaro glanced at him, but didn't reply.

Meloni rolled his eyes at him.

The rest of Bugarati, Fugo, and Proxiet—zippers, viruses, and aging...well, none of these three people's stand-in attacks can directly cause bleeding.

So he could only put his hopeful eyes on Bessie.

Bessie's little face turned purple with effort, he followed behind Buccarati obediently, looking into every hole he made in the floor wound with the zipper.

The [Beach Boy] in Carrot Head's hand is swimming around rampantly, trying to fish the user of [Oasis], Sai Ke, out of the liquefied floor.

The eldest brother Proxiet clicked his tongue and scolded: "Bessie, Bessie, cheer up!!"

"Ah, ah yes! Brother!!"

Prosciut turned to Buccarati and Jotaro: "This is the style of our Mirufiore, even without you - we can deal with Passion's personal guards."

Jo's god of war pressed his hat brim: "Oh, I'm not interested in cooperating with the mafia either."

And I still have a bit of grievance with that scumbag boss of yours.

Bugarati finally stood between the two of them: "Okay, now is not the time for infighting."

"At least, our purpose now is the same."

[Brave and Benevolent] and [Purple Smoke] appeared in the air at the same time, [Platinum Star] locked on Chocolat's position, and [Beach Boy]'s hook was already embedded in Seko's skin.

Bugarati commanded [Steel Chain Finger] to charge towards Seco!

"Ali-Ali-Ali-!!"

"Arrivederci (goodbye)!"

Things weren't as good on the other side as they were at the airport.

The metallic silver-gray assembly line is intertwined with the sweet and creamy smell. There are also colorful food posters hanging on the wall, and the sound of the assembly line working neatly can be heard.Naranja and Polnareff touched the control room and pressed the fire alarm 5 minutes ago, and the factory gradually fell into calm after the sound of messy footsteps.

Giorno gasped for breath, grasped the crumbling railing with one hand, and lay down on the ground on the second floor to hold Mista, who was sweating profusely.

Downstairs, BIG's flailing tentacles smashed the vanilla ice cream machine like a rag.Its interest then shifted to the high-level exhaust fan, and the rotating blades did not hurt it, but instead helped BIG grow even bigger.

'Growing up too fast...go on like this...'

[Golden experience] The created animal could hold it for at least 10 minutes, but the evolution speed of BIG was unexpected.

If this continues, even the An-225 transport plane with the largest cargo capacity will not be able to hold this monster, and there has been no news from Bugarati until now, and it seems that an accident has happened...

The closed operation room is not far away, and the buckets of liquid/nitrogen in it are good props to use when researching new flavors of ice cream.

Just when they were about to freeze BIG at low temperature, the raw materials that fell from the shelf triggered a sudden attack, and the hollow iron ladder was cut off, and Giorno caught Mista's falling hand in the nick of time.

If he wasn't quick enough, the fast-falling Mista would be a BIG target.

Mista took a few breaths heavily: "Let go, Giorno. Otherwise we will all..."

"As long as you hurry up, I don't mind if half of my body is made of [Golden Experience]."

Mista's relaxed tone failed to convince Giorno. The boy with the golden spirit could not let his companions fall into crisis anyway. He pursed his lips and shook his head stubbornly.

At this time, BIG had already stuffed the entire assembly line into its body, let out a few roars of beasts, and touched/hands rekindled their interest in breathing humans.

"Giorno, you must—"

"Mr. Polnareff, I'm in trouble!!"

The blond boy finally thought of the best way.

He used the edge of the broken iron sheet to cut off his left hand holding Mista from the shoulder, and his right hand transformed the detached limbs into albatrosses, which flew out from the stunned Mista's fingertips.

The [Silver Chariot] just returned from the control room controlled the speed, and the rapier penetrated Mista's collar and hung him safely at a height of more than two meters.

Naranja took the opportunity to help Giorno fix his new left hand, but he chose to run to the operating room filled with liquid nitrogen amidst the boy's serious shaking of his head.

When the liquid at minus two hundred degrees turned into a white mist at room temperature, and the BIG in the mist was shattered into pieces due to low temperature frostbite, the few people present were finally relieved for the time being.

Polnareff, who claims to be an adult, frowned and criticized: "It's too messy!"

"Listen kid, it's a good behavior to cherish your companions. But I don't care what your ability is, anyway..."

His words suddenly became stuck in his throat, and his blue eyes widened in shock.

Giorno, who pretended to be obedient and obedient, tore off his blood-stained clothes, and stood up with his left half naked in a place where all men were present.

He wondered, "What's the matter, Mr. Polnareff?"

After pondering the question for a long time, before he had time to say it, Nalanja at the top shouted with a trembling voice: "Be careful——!"

"That thing started moving again!!!"

Giorno was taken aback, and his gaze shifted to the shattered BIG. The shattered doubles easily gathered each other with the largest part as the core, and once again merged into a huge, disgusting flesh/ piece.

Mista stopped his movements stiffly: "Damn... is that guy invincible?!"

Unkillable, never tires, and incredibly deadly.

With these characteristics, BIG really deserves the evaluation of 'invincible'.

Giorno took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He had to find a way to deal with the enemy, and the lives of his companions... He was always aware of his burden.

Polnareff's wheelchair was pushed again, and the four of them retreated to the factory gate, their eyes glued to the oppressive enemy.

The silver-haired Frenchman subconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes. The matter was of great importance. He no longer hesitated, and his eyes that had accumulated over the years looked deeply at the blond boy who was protecting his companion.

"Giorno Giovanna, I have two questions that I need to answer."

Giorno felt an inexplicable solemnity, he froze for a moment, then nodded equally solemnly.

"First, is there an irreconcilable hostile relationship between you and Passion's boss?"

"Yes. I will knock him down and make him pay for his sins."

Polnareff closed his eyes, with firm belief and dazzling golden spirit... When he opened them again, he had already made a decision.

"I have seen your realization. There is an item here that may be able to help you."

Bug Arrow, the arrow that Diablo has been thinking about, the "recognized" double will awaken the Requiem form after being stabbed, and it will be invincible ever since.

Giorno didn't understand the importance of the arrow yet, but he read the solemnity and approval in the silver-haired youth's eyes.Under Polnareff's encouraging gaze, the blond boy hesitated for a moment before deciding to shoulder the expectations of others.

His hand was one step too late.

Whoa! !

The sound of water coming out suddenly sounded.

Before Giorno's hand touched the worm arrow, before the silver chariot reacted... the shark covered in scales jumped out of the artificial river, bit the arrow handle, and escaped into the river again!

'A new enemy? ! '

Before he had time to reach out and grab the bug arrow, Giorno was on alert instantly.

In the next moment, the surging river was instantly frozen, and in the eyes of Naranja, the sound of fury that was no less than that of Fugo resounded.

"Damn!! Let them go!!!"

Holmaggio, who was late, couldn't get close to the furious Gaccio, and the military commander who was not used to leading the team was very tired. He simply asked Illuso to put him in the mirror to calm down, and then turned to the four who had released the substitute. The person explains the situation.

"Giorno Giovanna, the boss mentioned you."

Hormaggio showed Mirufiore's badge: "You should have heard something, and at the moment our position is the same."

"Where did the roommate find such a normal subordinate..." - this was Giorno's first reaction.

But then he saw Jiaqiu, who was still swearing and extremely irritable in the mirror world, and thought a little 'ah... after all, it's Bailan's family'.

Giorno put away his point-blank complaints, nodded and said, "I see, but the enemies seem to have gone to the center of Rome."

The recovered BIG followed behind Shikjaro whose double name was [Shock], devouring mountains, rivers, plants and trees to invade the city.

"Yes, we must resolve it as soon as possible."

Holmaggio's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and he confirmed the latest task sent by Bai Lan, with a strange expression on his face for a moment.

"Mr. Polnareff, the boss said that he and Mr. Kujo Jotaro of Japan have... a very happy relationship. You can trust us."

Although anxious about the stolen arrow, the other party's current attitude can be regarded as friendly, he is familiar with Giorno, and even mentioned Jotaro's name...

Polnareff hesitated for a while, and finally shook hands with Hormaggio.

Before setting off to chase the city center, the Frenchman, who was always hesitant to speak, organized the language several times. Half of the sad face was because of the arrow, and the other half...

Finally, after dawdling for a few minutes, between his comrade-in-arms and junior status, he quietly approached the blond boy and asked cautiously:

"Then what... there is another question."

"Giorno, do you know a father named Joseph Joestar?"

Giorno: ...?

Bai Lan stood in the Colosseum, his hands stretched to the sky and his neck raised were surrounded by layers of flames.

The sky was getting darker, and the flames of dead air in the sky became the light source in the sunset. The strong shadows hit the stone stands, and the magnificent sunset looked extremely strange.

Risut was not by his side, but at this time the sound of other people's footsteps came from the quiet Colosseum.

The quiet boy in a pink sweater held a toy phone and walked to Bai Lan's side with introversion and shyness.

Tobio scratched the end of his hair in embarrassment: "Well... I'm lost, can I ask you for directions?"

Bai Lan, who was politely asked for directions, withdrew his palm, and his fingertips seemed to be dancing butterflies. His iris-colored eyes were half-smiling, like a child who saw a condiment.

"sure."

"You want to ask—where is the road leading?"