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Chapter 111: Brotherhood on the Bench (It's been a while since I wrote a 4,000-word chapter~)
In the video, the commentator seemed to bring more than just the anomaly of time. Mista could actually speak in the water: "Sexy Pistols, get ready! Number One and Number Two, go around to the other side of that guy first!"
At this time, Gacho had completely sunk to the bottom, and his crazy eyes looked at Mista not far away.
"Ah! He's looking at you! He's going to attack you with ice again!" A little man who stayed beside Mista said nervously.
But Mista was confident of winning, and whispered to the little substitutes: "No, he will float to the surface first in order to breathe, and the moment he floats to the surface, the bullet will be shot into his blowhole!"
Just as Mista expected, Gacho kicked his feet and floated to the surface of the water.
But something unexpected happened. Under the observation of Number One and Number Two, because of the change in posture, the vent at the back of Gacho's neck was blocked!
"Asshole! You actually hit my forehead!" As soon as Jiaqiu surfaced, he shouted at Mista who was waiting on the surface one step ahead.
But Mista had no intention of talking nonsense at all, and fired decisively.
Jiaqiu was shocked by this sneak attack, fearing that Mista would aim at the hole that had just been opened on his forehead, but he found that the bullet only entered the water and killed some fish.
"What?! The shooting only killed some fish?!" Jiaqiu looked down at the fish corpses floating around him and shouted, "What are you doing!"
But this lowering of his head just happened to reveal the vent at the back of Jiaqiu's neck!
A bullet was fired, and No. 1 and No. 2 behind Jiaqiu seized the opportunity and worked together to use the ability of the stand to make the bullet turn at a sharp angle like a water drop! And the speed did not decrease, and even increased. It shot towards the vent at the back of Jiaqiu's neck.
Jiaqiu seemed to be hit by something, and his whole body leaned forward as if he lost his balance.
But a strange sound came, and Jiaqiu seemed to have not been pierced through the neck by the bullet at all.
"Are you aiming at my vent, Mista..." Gaccio kept the weird posture of being knocked over, looking at the horrified Mista, and began to explain: "But ultra-low temperature will make everything still! The floating gas will become a flowing liquid, and the liquid will become a solid! Can you see the still air?!"
At this time, Giorno, who was standing by OMO, reacted: "It's a bullet, Mista! That strange sound is the sound of the bullet bouncing back and forth in the air!"
As soon as the voice fell, the bullet bounced countless times in the solidified air around Gaccio, and finally shot straight at Mista!
Gaccio started explaining again, "I have already used a lot of stand energy to freeze the surrounding air and form a protective wall. Now I can block all close-range attacks!"
[In the Three-Body World, the Zeroer fell silent again because of the continuous rebound, and the bullets whose speed had not yet decayed.
It doesn't make sense... What about decay? ? ?
Although it is possible to achieve such an effect by technical means... But this stand of Mista does not seem to have such ability...
In the Marvel world, Steve Rogers thought of his shield.
Although according to his own strength, the shield is no longer very useful, and more combat power lies in Wangerger (the joy of fire) and the divine power it gives, but after all, it is a partner who has been with him for so long. Every time there is a need for battle, he will bring it with him. He has also been looking for a more suitable way to fight with a sword and shield.
As for Jiaqiu's arrogant statement that he is not afraid of close-range attacks... Not many people take it seriously.
Not to mention the supernatural power of the fire system, just use an incendiary bomb, napalm bomb, white phosphorus bomb... Only a fool will fight you in close combat. There are countless ways to crack it, okay? It is hard to imagine how lucky it is to grow up so big with such arrogance! ]
Fortunately, Jiaqiu is not an expert in ballistic calculation. It is not easy to guide the bullet in the direction of Mista and hit it. Mista did not hit the vital part, so he was able to struggle to climb to the shore.
But it was easier for Kachu to move. He had already landed ashore one step ahead of others. He overturned the trash can and searched for the target that Mista and the others were looking for.
[In the JOJO world, even Diablo had a dark face.
I am the head of the passionate organization... I am not stupid enough to put confidential things in the trash can. Although normal people will not go through the trash can, if the secrets are destroyed by scavengers and stray cats and dogs, causing accidents, then it will be over.
And even if it is confidential, it is obvious that they will maintain a certain attitude! Which idiot recruited such an idiot into the organization, betraying and stupid!
Diablo secretly decided that if the inventory is over, the crisis is successfully resolved and he can stand firm, the personnel must not be the same as himself in the video. He does not ask everyone to be as loyal as that Belicolo or Bucciarati team, but if they do not have precious enough abilities, they must be normal! ]
Although Kachu first searched the trash can with a clear mind, the lion statue was too conspicuous, and the second thing destroyed was the statue that had been processed in advance.
A pink CD box appeared in the fragments of the statue.
"Huh?! What is this?!" Gacho stared at the pink disc box with wide eyes: "It's a computer disc! As expected, what you want is the method to meet the boss!"
Picking up the disc, Gacho pouted and said proudly to Mista and Giorno: "Great! Now only Trish is left!"
"Damn it!" Mista raised his gun.
But now is still Gacho's explanation time: "Come on! I'll give you a fatal blow!"
"Mista!" At this time, Giorno was close to the shore and raised his left hand, which was previously frozen into pieces and now barely put together.
Mista looked at Giorno in confusion, only to see Giorno smash his broken left hand heavily on the ice below him, and then raised it high, and blood gushed out in an instant.
The passionate music sounded in the sound of saxophone, and Giorno's expression was distorted by the severe pain: "The so-called awakening is to open up a path that should be advanced in the dark wilderness!"
With the help of Giorno's self-harm, Mista was already a sharpshooter, not to mention that being able to become a stand user is also a manifestation of extraordinary mental strength. Although they have been close friends for a short time, the tacit understanding has really been established!
He understood Giorno's intentions!
"I saw it, Giorno! I really saw a bright road that should be advanced in the darkness!" Fully exerting his shooting talent, Giorno's bullet hit a street lamp next to him. Due to the right angle, the bullet was successfully deflected, and with the help of the stand, the bullet bypassed the solidified air marked by Giorno's blood again and again! Finally hit Gacho, who had not yet reacted!
But this time, even if it really hit the ventilation hole on the back of Gacho's neck, Gacho still did not die.
"As long as I put the solidified air into the double's outer garment and let it melt, I can get a constant supply of air!" Jia Qiu said proudly because he had once again resolved the attacks of the two people: "This way, it doesn't matter whether there are ventilation holes or not, right?!"
As Jiaqiu explained, the camera also wisely turned to the vent. The small hole that was connected to the outside world before was now tightly closed!
The six bullets that Mista had just fired were rebounded and shot at Mista again!
He was shot seven times. If these bullets were full-power bullets, if Mista had not used a small revolver but a more powerful one, he would have died suddenly from the two bullets that hit his face and neck.
But! All this is exactly what Mista wanted!
The gushing blood splashed on Jiaqiu's mask. The transparent mask was covered with blood at this time and frozen under his own low-temperature ability. It was impossible to wipe it clean!
[In the mutant world, Wolverine swallowed a mouthful of wine without spitting out the cigarette.
I thought my battle was already wild, but this guy was better at using his injuries than me.
I never expected to be taught by a child that when there is a powerful doctor or a strong recovery ability, it is still possible to return injuries with injuries. Although his body was
in pain, Mista had been through a lot of injuries. He didn't care about a fatal injury. He fired again and again, making Jiaqiu retreat again and again. The last shot hit Jiaqiu's skates. The shoes were not suitable for walking, so he completely lost his balance and fell backwards.
Behind him was the street lamp that Mista had just used to control the bullet and shoot. At this time, the street lamp had extended a sharp thorn because of the previous bullet! It just pierced through the ventilation hole on the back of Jiaqiu's neck!
But this was not enough. The spike only pierced Jiaqiu's neck shallowly. In order to completely eliminate his threat, the spike needed to go deeper!
After firing another shot, Mista opened Jiaqiu's left hand that wanted to pull out the spike on the back of his neck, but the bullet was quickly bounced back by the solidified air.
Mista was shot again, but he couldn't care less at this moment. He quickly loaded the gun and fired again. The spike penetrated into the back of Jiaqiu's neck again, and Jiaqiu's blood gushed out. It seemed that he would not live long.
"Hahahaha! Mista! Do you think you are the only one who can use your own blood?!" Jiaqiu didn't die. He looked at Mista in fear: "I can do it too! After the blood spurted out solidifies, won't it become my support?! The spike can't pierce me anymore! And did you forget that there is still a bullet?!"
[If it weren't for Jiaqiu's commentary, the audience who didn't count the number of bullets would not have noticed that during the commentary, there was still a bullet that was constantly rebounding in the solidified air, and finally hit Mista's forehead after Jiaqiu's voice fell. ]
However, as the piano sounded, the music that whispered "JOJO", the big hole on Mista's forehead healed.
Under the horrified gaze of Kachu, the blond boy, Giorno, whose Stand ability was to create life, was now facing the rising sun, supporting Mista who was collapsed in his arms.
"Mista." Giorno gently put Mista on the ground: "Your enlightenment is more brilliant than this rising sun, illuminating this glorious path, and this path is the right path we should embark on!"
Without further nonsense, Giorno summoned the Golden Experience, and the skinny Stand burst out with powerful force, kicking Kachu's immobile body one by one.
"Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda!!!" With a roar, the continuous kicks of the Golden Experience were finally stronger than the support of Kachu's frozen blood, and the sharp metal thorns pierced his neck.
As consciousness faded, the Stand dissipated, and the DISC hidden under the Stand's ability was also revealed, and Kachu fell to the ground powerlessly.
After dealing with Gacho, Giorno took the DISC from him and walked to the weak Mista: "Mista, I've got it. This is all thanks to you."
Mista, who was lying on the ground, was so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes: "Stop talking, heal me quickly. If I didn't have confidence in your healing ability, I wouldn't have such an awareness."
Giorno smiled and said: "I have to state in advance that my ability is not healing, but creating suitable biological tissues. I will turn the bullets in your body into blood vessels and flesh... Because it's not a real treatment, it will cause pain, don't complain to me afterwards."
Mista opened his eyes. I, Mista, would be afraid of pain? !
However, when the ability of the Golden Experience was activated, the piercing pain made the weak Mista jump with energy.
"It hurts! Be gentle!" Mista looked at Giorno in panic: "Can you be gentler!"
"I've told you that I can't do anything. You are a gangster after all. Stop yelling." Giorno said with a smile: "You still have 18 wounds on your body. I have to take off your clothes first, otherwise I can't fill the wounds."
On the canal behind the two, a boy was sitting on a boat with a turtle with a jewel key on its back.
Although he didn't appear much, this boy was indeed one of the turtles that Giorno protected earlier.
"Bucciarati, I detected the reactions of two people. There is no one else around!" The boy looked at the instrument in front of Fatty and said to the turtle.
"That should be Giorno and Mista. Everything must be going well, so they are waiting for us there leisurely." In the turtle space, Bucciarati said calmly.
However, a voice came from the shore that made Dio's face turn pale.
"Ah~ Giorno! Ah~ Be gentle! Be gentle!" On a bench on the shore, Mista was lying there making strange noises, and Giorno was lowering his head and doing something in front of his abdomen.
This action was already very blushing, and Mista's words added fuel to the fire: "Ah~ Don't take off my clothes! I feel it!"
In the canal, the boy who wanted to say hello was stunned, and quickly started the engine at the stern and left Giorno and Mista.
[In the JOJO world, Father Pucci looked at the two people on the screen in silence.
After thinking about it, although he felt that his good friend Dio should not care about the so-called father-son relationship...
but this...
Lord... Heaven is indeed the ultimate goal!
At this time in Egypt, Dio's face no longer had the previous playful smile, but looked expressionlessly at Giorno, who inherited his hair color and catchphrase after awakening his stand, while he was treating Mista from behind. ]
(End of this chapter, erasing time? !
Chapter 112 The ultimate thing that killed his daughter, erasing time?!
In the canals of Venice, Giorno and his companions were sitting in a speedboat and heading towards their final destination as if nothing had happened.
But judging from Mista's seat far away from Giorno, it was not as if nothing had happened.
In the turtle space, Bucciarati read the DISC used in the computer and said, "I will confirm the content of the final instructions again. I will read it once."
I skipped the polite inquiries about safety and comfort, and Bucciarati read out, "When you boarded the train from Naples, I had already entered the information into this DISC, so how many pursuers are left now? And how many people are left in your team? I don't know anything about these things at this stage. The information in this DISC is not only for me to meet my daughter safely, but also for you. Final instructions."
Bucciarati paused and continued, "Besides that, I will not allow you to take any actions that are not even slightly consistent with the contents of the instructions. If someone takes any action outside of the instructions, even if it is an emergency, I will regard it as a malicious signal. Next, I want you to go to San Giorgio Maggiore Island and bring my daughter to the big bell tower of the church on the island. When you bring my daughter to the destination, your mission will be declared over."
"Order one, there is no elevator in the clock tower. There is only one elevator that can go directly to the top of the tower. Only Trish and a guard can take the elevator."
"Order two, guards are prohibited from carrying knives, guns, cell phones and other items."
"Order three, after getting this DISC, you must land on the island within 15 minutes. In addition, this DISC is equipped with a signal transmitter, and I can grasp the direction of your movement."
"Order four, the remaining members must wait on the boat and are not allowed to go ashore."
As the orders were announced, the speedboat they were riding on had also reached the shore.
Looking at the majestic church and bell tower, another blond boy besides Giorno sighed: "Such detailed instructions, really cautious! But without this caution, there is no way to be the boss of such a large organization!"
Abbacchio said: "In this way, our mission is completed, and the whole team is safe, which is also good."
Many difficulties have been solved, and thanks to Giorno's help and treatment along the way, all members are intact. Angry suddenly became active. The boy who looks smart and has a screen flying through the propeller on his head has already discussed with Mista what delicious food is in Venice.
"Hey! Don't let your guard down!" As the leader of the team, Bucciarati looked at the smiling people and shouted: "The mission is not yet fully completed! Naranja, use the radar to keep an eye on the surroundings!"
The genius boy who was discussing food with Mista responded dejectedly and began to focus on the radar screen in front of him.
After discussing for a while who would escort Trish to see the boss, the final candidate was determined to be Bucciarati, the leader of the group.
After Trish and Bucciarati came ashore, Bucciarati and Giorno looked at each other.
The two of them were conveying something in their eyes, but it seemed that this should be a secret between the two of them.
"Giorno, in order to make the final mission go smoothly, can you let me use your amulet?" Bucciarati pointed at the ladybug decoration on Giorno's chest and said, "Ladybugs are sun insects and a symbol of life. This is your amulet."
Looking down at the ladybug decoration on his chest, Giorno took it off and said, "Yes, ladybugs can really bring luck."
Taking the ladybug decoration, Bucciarati looked at the decoration that was slightly moving, as if it were a real ladybug, and wore it on his chest.
"Bucciarati!" said another blond boy besides Giorno.
Bucciarati was stunned: "What's wrong, Fugo?"
"I'd like to take this opportunity to say something to you." Fugo paused: "I believe you can become a cadre. I also believe that you can complete this mission safely. From now on, we must work together to climb to the top of the organization!"
Nodding, Bucciarati said: "Of course. Trish, let's go."
Bucciarati walked towards the church with Trish, who was not interested for some reason, with a serious expression.
After winding around in the empty church, Bucciarati and Trish came to the elevator. Looking at the buttons in the elevator, there were only two options: the first floor and the top floor. Bucciarati strengthened his memory in his mind.
"I..." Trish squatted in the corner: "What will happen to me next..."
Bucciarati looked at Trish, who was trembling at the moment: "I was suddenly kidnapped by a gang like you, and someone wanted to kill me. I was also taken to see my father, whom I had never met and had no affection for... Where will I be taken next..."
Looking at the frightened Trish, Bucciarati comforted her: "The boss is just worried about your safety. As for what will happen to you next, according to my imagination, you will probably change your name first, then have plastic surgery, and your identity and household registration will become another person, living a happy life in a place we don't know... maybe in a distant country. Your father is the one who has this power."
Bucciarati came behind Trish and stretched out his right hand: "Come on, give me your hand."
Trish looked at Bucciarati's hand, slapped it away, stood up and walked into the elevator: "I... I am not anxious because of uneasiness."
Bucciarati looked at Trish leaning against the inner wall of the elevator, smiled, walked into the elevator, pressed the button, and waited for the elevator to go up.
But Trish eventually held Bucciarati's hand because of her inner anxiety.
Sensible and gentle Bucciarati responded, holding Trish's hand in a more friendly manner.
"Can I...really like my father..." Trish asked.
Bucciarati looked at her sideways and comforted her, "There is no father and daughter in the world who would worry about such a thing."
"That's right...it's really strange that I would worry about such a thing..." Trish said with her other hand covering her chest.
The inventory screen suddenly flashed as if it had a malfunction.
At this time, the elevator had reached the top floor, but Bucciarati, who had his back to Trish, did not notice that there was no one behind him.
[In the Marvel world, Kang the Conqueror was chewing an apple in the Time Fortress, looking at the inventory screen and wondering what he was thinking. In
the JOJO world, Dio closed his eyes and murmured, "Interesting..."
In the Saiki K. world, a pink-haired boy with glasses paused while eating pudding one bite after another, and then continued to show off.
In all the worlds, except for some not-so-smart people, no one would think that the screen flash just now might be a problem with the inventory.
The sudden disappearance of Trish is enough to explain the problem.
The middle and lower levels are still guessing, but the supernatural upper level and some middle and even lower levels who are naturally sensitive to the power of time are already very clear.
That is the power of time!
"Cutting off time? What a domineering power!" Such feelings came from the mouths of countless bigwigs. ]
Bucciarati slowly turned his head, but found that only Trish's hand was still held in his hand.
The whole body above the wrist has disappeared!
[In Morioh Town in the JOJO world, Kira Yoshikage shook his head secretly.
Such a beautiful pair of hands were completely polluted by the blood of Buchumei.
In the video, looking at a big hole that appeared on the elevator ceiling at some point, Bucciarati said to himself: "Besides my team members, others know about this... How could it be! Could it be... Could it be that the boss arranged for us to perform the escort mission in order to completely hide his true identity, just so that he can deal with his daughter with his own hands!" "
But now, the boss is now!" Bucciarati was extremely angry: "His disgusting evil only uses those innocent people who are completely unaware! He uses others only to protect his own interests! As a father, he actually gave his daughter who was completely unaware to you! Just for your own selfish interests!"
(End of this chapter