"How much longer?"
Risotto leaned on the back of the airplane pilot's chair and asked Illuso.
Illuso hesitated, pressing various buttons on the plane, then mused, "It should be half an hour."
"Still half an hour?! Can you even do this?!" Prosciutto asked loudly, "I remember you left aviation school after failing multiple subjects as soon as you arrived!"
"Shut up!" Illuso shouted, flustered and angry. "Most planes have an autopilot system! I understand all these buttons; I just need to set the route to Sardinia!"
"And it wasn't multiple failed subjects; I was just tired of being the ordinary first place!"
"Alright!" Risotto patted his shoulder, expressing trust in his companion, signaling Prosciutto to leave, and told Illuso, "Calm down!"
Illuso wiped sweat from his brow, pondering the various buttons. This small jet won't be a problem for him.
This small plane could only accommodate a dozen people. There were still several minutes before the plane departed. Formaggio looked at the grumbling Ghiaccio and couldn't help but mock him.
"You two are really something; you blew up the terminal just by going to the bathroom!" Formaggio said. "Is Ghiaccio's poop a bomb?"
"That's disgusting, Formaggio," Melone said, closing his laptop with a look of distaste.
"Did you kill that brat?" Ghiaccio yelled.
"Yes, her Stand was extracted; she's definitely dead," Johnson replied perfunctorily, then looked out the window. If he didn't kill a brat like that, would she grow up to harm others?
Because of sympathy and kindness, and concern about bearing so-called psychological pressure, he let her continue to harm others, and at the same time, she might harbor hatred and seek revenge. Johnson Joffrey looked at his palm. If he were still the ordinary office worker he used to be, having received a university education, he might have felt a bit of sympathy for that little girl.
After all, people with higher education and knowledge levels are more easily constrained by morality, which in turn traps them in a predicament. Now, he is no longer that ordinary office worker; he is a gangster.
I don't want that melodramatic scenario where, years later, that brat comes up with some crazy way to get revenge on me. So, those who deserve to die must die.
When she killed Ghiaccio, she wouldn't have thought about whether to spare him. Those who kill will be killed. This isn't a cartoon aired on a children's channel; this is an adult manga where even the protagonist kills.
"That damned brat!" Ghiaccio cursed, "Just dying isn't enough; I'll tear her limb from limb."
"Aren't you boasting that your 'White Album' is the strongest?" Formaggio continued to mock with a smile.
"Hey, hey, Formaggio, are you looking for a fight? I'll show you right now how strong my 'White Album' is!" Ghiaccio stood up and grabbed Formaggio's collar.
"Enough!" Risotto walked over from the cockpit and reprimanded, "Ghiaccio, don't do that again! If Johnson hadn't been with you, you would have died!"
"People who are overly confident in their abilities will sooner or later suffer a downfall when they think they can win!"
Ghiaccio had no choice but to frown, turn his face away, and sit next to Johnson Joffrey.
Prosciutto frowned and sat next to Pesci, quietly glancing at Johnson Joffrey in the back. That guy was looking out the window, all the while giving Ghiaccio perfunctory answers.
"Risotto," Prosciutto couldn't help but say, "What happens after we arrive at Sardinia? What do I do then?"
"Sardinia is so big; where do I find the boss's tracks?" he continued to ask.
At this point, everyone couldn't help but look at Risotto; only Prosciutto was still silently observing Johnson Joffrey.
That guy must know something?! This guy is very suspicious!
Risotto also remained silent. After a while, he said, "I don't know. But I know our choice is correct. When there's no way out, this is our only choice…"
Prosciutto listened to Risotto's words, carefully observing Johnson Joffrey. In this situation, if he revealed any information, then he definitely knew something, or perhaps he was just using the Assassination Team to go against the boss.
As one of the brains of this team, Prosciutto was the first to know that Risotto was going to America to pick up this unsubstantiated nephew. Originally, everything was quite normal. When he learned that this nephew didn't even have a blood relation, he merely sighed at Risotto's obsession with his nephew.
He was still unable to escape the warmth given by his kind elder cousin, like still chasing the useless light given by the stars as daylight became a thing of the past.
However, Johnson Joffrey should have been an ordinary middle school student, but he surprisingly possessed a Stand, and had superb combat skills. There might have been some luck involved, but his effortless resolution of Polpo's matter was not something any random high school student could have done.
The boss's hometown is in Sardinia.
He said this message was conveyed to him by Polpo. Polpo was not someone who spoke carelessly, but now he was dead, so there was no way to verify it. No one knew whether Polpo had told him or not.
At the appropriate time, give the Assassination Team a way out, allowing them to gradually act according to their own ideas and go against the boss? Now that I've raised a doubt, in order to make the Assassination Team continue to act according to their own ideas, you should provide the next piece of information!
That's what you're thinking, right?! Johnson!
However, he didn't.
Johnson Joffrey sat on the plane with a puzzled expression. Ghiaccio asked him, "Did Polpo leave any other messages?"
He shook his head honestly.
"Is that so?" Formaggio pondered, "Then what do we do after we go to Sardinia?"
"Yeah, what do we do now?" Johnson Joffrey looked out the window, a headache. He didn't know either!
The information given in the manga only mentioned Sardinia, without providing any specific location! It seems running out directly was really impulsive.
But there's no helping it, this is all the arrangement of this damned fate!
"We still have Sobel and Gerard," Risotto suddenly said.
"!"
"I've already got the information they provided," Risotto said. "Melone, you tell them."
"Sobel and Gerard," Melone said as he opened his laptop, "they've found Boss's old alias—Solitario Naso! This name has been to Sardinia before, so we just need to follow this lead."
Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, because the manga hadn't given Trish's exact location, or perhaps it had, but he couldn't remember it at all. He had a hard time remembering Italian place names back then, which was very troublesome.
He had originally thought of searching by finding out which priest had adopted children from the women's Prison, but that would be quite difficult, as Sardinia is too large.
However, the Assassination Team wasn't to be trifled with; they had found Boss's former alias.
At this moment, Illuso's voice came over the broadcast: "The plane is about to take off, pay attention, and Prosciutto, I only took ten minutes!"
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Stand Panel
Stand Name: Nightwish
Stand User: ???
Destructive Power: B
Speed: A
Range: A
Precision: C
Durability: B
Development Potential: E
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I always forget to put this in.
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Sorry, here's another PY.
"My Mom's Normal Attack Deals Double Critical Damage"