"Is Johnson Joffrey's ability really not an explosion?"
Narancia leaned out of the car, looking at the terminal in surprise.
Fugo slammed on the brakes; the car roared, drifted, and then came to a stop.
They got out of the car, looking in surprise at the airport that was on the verge of destruction; it was completely paralyzed.
"This isn't Johnson Joffrey's doing," Bucciarati said. "It's [Twilight's Requiem], a Stand User from another country, but he should be dead by now, right? Johnson Joffrey killed him."
"Hmm?" Giorno frowned as if sensing a problem. He looked up at the sky, feeling something in the depths of his being.
"What's wrong, Giorno?" Bucciarati asked.
"No, nothing at all."
"Is that so?" Bucciarati walked to a pile of minced meat. "This must be what that fleeing Stand User left behind."
Aerosmith flew around in the air, and Narancia carefully checked for any traces of the Assassination Team.
"There were three Stand Users who ambushed them, and two are dead," Bucciarati said after a moment of silence. Then he added, "Johnson Joffrey killed all of them."
"I can't believe that guy is only fourteen."
Giorno Giovanna looked at Bucciarati, not saying a word.
"No traces," Narancia said to Bucciarati, moving his gaze from Aerosmith's control screen. "They've completely left this place."
Only corpses were left here.
"Shall we go check the abandoned terminal?" Bucciarati stood up and said.
"No," Giorno suddenly interjected, looking up at the sky with a frown.
He was silent for a moment. Several planes flew across the azure sky. Giorno Giovanna stretched out his hand, pointing with absolute confidence at one of the planes in the sky.
"That guy, he's there," Giorno said with a firm gaze. "I can feel his presence."
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Johnson Joffrey's crimson eyes watched the plane leave the tarmac until it completely ascended above the clouds.
His red eyes were reflected in the plane's window, with upturned corners, appearing extremely arrogant to an outsider.
"Hey—Pesci!" Prosciutto shouted loudly. "Have you seen Pesci?"
Everyone looked bewildered. Prosciutto frowned and turned to ask Illuso, who was piloting the plane, "Illuso, did you see him? Did you make him do some work?"
"No, I don't have time! I'm flying the plane!"
Prosciutto had no choice but to leave, feeling puzzled, and muttered to himself, "Pesci, where did that guy go?"
"He went to the restroom," Johnson Joffrey replied calmly. "I just saw him go. He even snuck a few glances at me as he passed."
Prosciutto glanced at Johnson Joffrey and walked silently towards the restroom.
But the door was tightly locked.
Prosciutto frowned, looked at the people in the cabin, then at the tightly shut restroom door, feeling a faint unease in his heart.
His gaze fell on Johnson Joffrey again, who was sleeping with his right cheek propped up.
"Hey, Pesci?" Prosciutto knocked on the door, but no one spoke. He then kicked the restroom door several times, but there was no response. Airplane restroom doors are quite sturdy and difficult to open.
"Risotto! Everyone!" Prosciutto shouted, "Pesci is gone!"
"!"
Risotto narrowed his eyes dangerously. Was there still an enemy Stand at an altitude of 20,000 meters?
"Could he be asleep in the restroom?" Melone guessed. "Pesci and I have already thoroughly checked this plane with our Stands."
"I knocked very loudly," Prosciutto said.
The air conditioning in the airport was a bit too strong, filled with the unpleasant scent of perfume unique to vehicles. Quiet and eerie drowsiness permeated the air, causing goosebumps to rise on one's skin, layer after layer.
"Let's go take a look together," Risotto said after a brief thought.
"What about Illuso then?" Ghiaccio followed behind Risotto.
"Never mind him for now. He's flying the plane; the enemy wouldn't possibly attack him."
Risotto placed his hand on the door, using his Metallica to control the lock.
The door creaked open, and Risotto stepped back half a pace.
Inside, there was only an empty toilet.
"It's a Stand attack," Risotto immediately said. "Pesci has been captured by the enemy. The door was locked from the inside."
"!"
Everyone had no choice but to huddle closer.
"Johnson, when did you see him go to the restroom?"
"Ten minutes ago."
"Then there's danger." Risotto looked around the interior of the restroom again.
"Melone!"
Ghiaccio suddenly cried out in surprise, "Melone is gone?! He was just here! Right behind Johnson Joffrey?!"
Risotto and his team members couldn't help but shudder. Melone and Pesci were taken away silently… "He must be hidden somewhere in the plane," Risotto said, his calm, hoarse voice unaffected by the situation, still very composed. "Pesci and Melone's Stands can easily find enemies, so they were targeted first."
"Should we look for him?" Johnson asked.
"No, it's a Stand attack. He has some ability that can instantly and silently take people away." Risotto and everyone looked at the empty cabin and continued, "If we move around freely now…"
"Johnson?!"
...He's gone.
Risotto stared in shock at the spot where Johnson had disappeared. Why could it happen in an instant… "Johnson is gone too?!" Ghiaccio said in shock. "Where did he go?! Where did he hide Johnson, Melone, and Pesci?!"
"Ghiaccio! Calm down!" Prosciutto shouted. What should they do now? The enemy could kill Pesci and the others in an instant.
"Calm down," Risotto said. "Retreat to the front of the cabin. Illuso is still there. Don't take your eyes off your companions. The enemy might be attacking with their gaze."
A suffocating atmosphere permeated the air. The excessively low air conditioning caused their body hair to Stand on end.
"Since he's on this plane," Risotto said, "attack."
"Understood." Prosciutto glanced at Risotto and said to Ghiaccio, "Ghiaccio, assist me!"
"Ah, got it!" Ghiaccio picked up the half-empty glass of water on the table, instantly froze it into ice, and casually tossed it to Illuso in the cockpit.
"Hey, what are you…" Illuso saw the ice on the ground and immediately understood. "Tch, an enemy attack? To think they could evade Pesci and Melone's search and get all the way here?"
He kicked the glass up with his foot and then gripped it in his hand.
Prosciutto seriously observed the cabin and said,
"The Grateful Dead!"
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Stand Panel
Stand Name: The Grateful Dead
Stand User: Prosciutto
Destructive Power - B
Speed - E
Range - C
Persistence - A
Precision - E
Development Potential - C
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