"This plane seems a bit better."
Melone operated the computer. Under the clear blue sky, on the wide airport tarmac, he licked his lips.
"Go! Baby Face!" Melone slammed down the computer button. The entire plane suddenly disintegrated into countless fragments, like a mosaic. In an instant, it transformed into cubes, a spectacular effect. The small cubes flew like waves, carefully sifting for signs of life.
The airport was flat and windy, and several staff members had fallen nearby. This small plane was also parked in a more secluded spot.
The airport wind blew Risotto's hat brim, making it flutter. He said, "No Stand can enter inside. It only takes an hour from here to Sardinia. In ten minutes, the plane will ascend to an altitude of 100,000 meters. At that point, no Stand will have such speed and power."
"Only an hour left," Risotto's slow voice said, and all members of the Assassination Team couldn't help but tremble. "We can finally uncover the Boss's true identity."
Risotto's voice was carried away by the wind. The members suppressed their trembling hearts. The plane would carry the ambition and dreams of the Assassination Team into the sky, nearing the Boss's hometown.
Just then, Ghiaccio suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs:
"I'm going to the restroom!"
"…"
Mood killer!
"Can't you hold it for a bit and go after we get on the plane?" Illuso said, exasperated.
"I can't hold it anymore!"
Johnson glanced at Ghiaccio, who was walking away, and frowned slightly. Ghiaccio's ability was already exposed. If the enemy attacked, they would likely target Ghiaccio first. It was unwise for him to be alone now, and there were no restrooms on the tarmac; he would have to go to the terminal to find one.
However, he saw that Risotto and the others seemed at ease. Ghiaccio's White Album was very strong, a perfect combination of offense and defense with no weaknesses.
"Ghiaccio is impulsive. He won't run into danger, will he?" Prosciutto suddenly spoke, voicing what Johnson had been thinking.
"Johnson, you go with him," Risotto said with a frown.
Johnson nodded and quickly followed Ghiaccio.
"Hey, are you going to the restroom too?" Ghiaccio asked loudly.
Johnson glanced at him. If he said he was afraid Ghiaccio would run into danger, Ghiaccio would likely fly into a rage. So he said, "Yes, I'm going to the restroom too."
Ghiaccio nodded. He wasn't a quiet person, so he found something else to say: "Is your ability explosion? Exploding Kid?"
"No," Johnson Joffrey looked at him and said, "It's the absorption and control of object energy."
Ghiaccio raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised that Johnson Joffrey would tell him his ability so directly. Although he didn't quite understand it, this was a considerable amount of trust in the Stand User community.
There were quite a few people queuing for the men's restroom, but not as many as the women's. Ghiaccio unceremoniously walked to the front of the line.
"Sir, please queue up."
Ghiaccio seemed not to hear him.
"Sir..."
Ghiaccio, who was in front, was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and roared, "Say one more word, and I'll blow your heads off."
Johnson: "..."
Johnson found an excuse to wait for him nearby; an airport shouldn't have so many people using the restroom.
In less than a minute, Ghiaccio came out from inside. His queue-jumping swagger was truly impressive.
Although you look terrible using the restroom, you look really cool when you cut in line.
"Did you wash your hands?"
"What nonsense are you talking ab—"
Ghiaccio's words stopped abruptly. He stood there stunned because a beautifully folded paper airplane suddenly hit him on the head. It probably didn't hurt, but he was completely frozen.
This shouldn't be a Stand attack. The reason he was stunned was because no one had ever dared to do something like that to him.
While Ghiaccio was fuming, Johnson turned his head to look. It was a little girl, seemingly under ten years old, with her head tilted, golden curly hair, an innocent expression, and a toy robot car in her right hand.
Ghiaccio bent down, picked up the paper airplane, walked up to the little girl, and glared fiercely.
The little Italian girl, with an innocent and curious expression, opened her big green eyes and looked up at Ghiaccio intently.
In front of the little girl, Ghiaccio slowly crumpled the paper airplane into a ball and lightly flicked it onto her face.
Then he turned and left. Johnson felt a little like laughing; Ghiaccio's behavior was no different from a child's. His fierce face, full of Araki lines, might leave a lifelong trauma for the little girl.
How nice. Another little girl forever distanced from the swagger... Johnson shook his head and followed behind him.
"Waaah!"
A loud cry instantly erupted. The little girl cried as if her heart was tearing apart. Her voice was so high-pitched that even Johnson and Ghiaccio couldn't help but stop. The large floor-to-ceiling windows in the terminal began to vibrate... This isn't right, is it? Johnson thought.
Ghiaccio's back stiffened again, and he turned around with Johnson.
The little girl was crying like a teary mess, her heartbreaking appearance making people feel extremely distressed. At this moment, everyone in the terminal looked towards Johnson and Ghiaccio.
Johnson's eyes lit up, and he immediately stopped Ghiaccio, who was about to move forward.
"Ghiaccio! It's a Stand attack!"
Upon hearing this, Ghiaccio keenly took half a step back.
"Waaah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah—"
The little girl's lung capacity was not to be underestimated. At this point, both the people queuing for the restroom and those passing by began to discuss animatedly.
Johnson looked at the little girl. Could this be a similar ability to Kobayashi Tamami in Part 4, making people feel guilty? So, he turned his head to look at Ghiaccio.
This guy couldn't possibly feel any guilt; he even wanted to knock the little girl out to make her shut up.
Five minutes passed, and she was still crying.
"Let's go. She's just a loud kid. Honestly, all kids should be locked in kindergartens and never let out," Ghiaccio said.
"Hey... Ghiaccio..."
Ghiaccio frowned, "What is it?"
"There's a black envelope... on your neck?!"
"What?!" Ghiaccio quickly reached to touch it, but the envelope-like object seemed to be imprinted on him, like a tattoo.
Seeing this, the little girl's crying stopped abruptly, and she tilted her head innocently.
"It looks like you've already fallen victim to my Stand attack." She seemed to have been crying for a while, and her voice was a little hoarse.
Then, she naturally pulled out a revolver and aimed it at Ghiaccio.
Under the astonished gazes of Johnson and Ghiaccio, the little girl didn't explain much. A bullet ripped through the air, spinning towards Ghiaccio... Under Johnson's excellent dynamic vision, he clearly saw the bullet about to hit Ghiaccio's forehead. Johnson instinctively summoned Reversed Hierophant, extended its arm, and deflected the bullet away.
Ghiaccio's trembling teeth clattered together, and cold sweat dripped down his temples. He was relieved to have survived.
"Ghiaccio, why didn't you dodge?!" Johnson shouted, "Use your White Album!"
"Do you think I don't want to dodge? I can't move at all!" Ghiaccio yelled.
The little girl twirled her smoking gun, a smile on her face: "You're Ghiaccio, right? You can control temperature? You've already been hit by my Stand attack."
"Anyone who gets angry at me, makes me feel guilty, or apologizes to me after I provoke their negative emotions will be attacked," the little girl said, "I know you're very strong, so Daddy said to kill you first!"
Johnson frowned deeply. This ability was a perfect counter to Ghiaccio, because he was a guy who would get furious no matter what he did. As expected, because Ghiaccio's ability was exposed, they specifically found a Stand User who could perfectly counter Ghiaccio?