Risotto's crimson eyes fell upon the empty cabin, and he said, "The enemy is still on the plane. In that case, attack."
"Understood!" Prosciutto frowned, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. "Ghiaccio."
"Ah, got it!" Ghiaccio looked fierce, grabbed a glass of water from the table, instantly froze it into ice, and casually tossed it backward, where it landed 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?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a powerful energy surge. He then reached out and turned off the air conditioning in the cabin, placing a mirror where the AC switch was.
The brilliant sunlight shone into the mirror, and within the dazzling mirror, a gray Stand quietly appeared. He was lying in wait.
Afterwards, he thought for a moment, and with malice, he turned on the heater.
A terrifying Stand emerged from behind Prosciutto. The dark blue Stand had no lower body, trailing long arms, with faint wisps of green smoke rising from its form. Countless eyes stared intently at the empty cabin.
"Go, The Grateful Dead!" Prosciutto whispered.
The Grateful Dead flew towards the empty cabin, and Prosciutto pulled out his expensive watch, calculating the time.
The Grateful Dead's attack was indiscriminate; its energy transmission spread throughout the entire cabin, inside and out. Its penetrating power went through the thick surface of the plane, rendering it useless even if the enemy hid inside.
Based on the time, Pesci and Melone could withstand twelve minutes of aging. After twelve minutes, the enemy had to be forced out, otherwise, Pesci would also be unable to endure the aging.
As for Johnson, Prosciutto never liked him and didn't even think about him.
Johnson was younger than both Melone and Pesci. Even if Prosciutto disliked Johnson and didn't care about him at all, Johnson's aging speed should still be after theirs, so Risotto was very relieved.
"Formaggio," Risotto commanded.
Formaggio nodded, placed his hand on a cabin chair, and shrunk all the seat coverings.
Only an empty cabin remained, with nowhere left to hide, everything clearly visible.
"Did he shrink? Is his ability similar to Formaggio's?" Risotto thought to himself, taking the ice cube from Ghiaccio's hand, condensing magnetic powder on his body's surface, and then completely blending into the background.
"Nothing?" Risotto repeatedly checked the inside of the cabin, sensing the changes in the moving magnetic forces.
"Damn it, where did this guy hide?!" Ghiaccio yelled.
Risotto walked through the empty cabin again and again.
His Stand, Metallica, could control all iron elements within its range. He only needed to sense moving iron elements.
This was, in fact, the most efficient way to find someone.
"Found him!"
Risotto smiled silently, placing his hand on the cabin wall. He could clearly feel the enemy slowly moving within the wall. The movement was very slow; a normal speed wouldn't be this slow. It must be due to the aging. Moreover, this plane had already been tampered with by someone else.
"Did they actually put a layer of film inside the plane? Is he moving between the film layers?"
"No wonder Melone and Pesci's abilities didn't find him. Are these actually two planes?!" Risotto secretly thought something was amiss, sensing the enemy's movement. Now, he had to force the enemy out.
But how could he get him out?
Risotto deactivated his invisibility, gently pointing to the cabin wall where Melone's seat used to be, indicating it to his team members.
After Ghiaccio nodded, he showed a malicious smile and shouted to Formaggio, "Formaggio, if you leave my side, remember to take the ice cubes with you."
"Got it," Formaggio replied, feigning compliance.
Risotto's eyes lit up. "Did he move after all? Is he no longer able to withstand the aging and slowly moving towards the cockpit?"
"Because he heard Ghiaccio say to take the ice cubes before leaving, did he guess that temperature is the key?"
Risotto and the others' gazes followed the moving iron atoms; the enemy's route and actions were all under their observation.
An aged hand quietly extended from above the air conditioner switch. That hand was reflected in the nearby mirror.
Suddenly, a pair of gray hands immediately reached out from the previously calm mirror, unexpectedly grabbing the enemy's hand and yanking him out.
"Found him!" Illuso said with a smile, piloting the plane. "Surprisingly simple."
"Hahahaha!" Ghiaccio laughed excitedly, quickly running over and putting on his White Album. He and Illuso's Stand together pulled the enemy out.
A man, completely aged, was forcefully dragged out from the cabin wall. His bald head was covered in age spots, his muscles had become flaccid, and he was dragging his decrepit body, barely alive.
"You bastard!" Ghiaccio grabbed his collar and punched him in his aged face.
Prosciutto pulled back the sleeve of his expensive suit, glanced at the time, and sneered, "Only six minutes." He snapped his fingers, and The Grateful Dead immediately vanished without a trace, but it would take some time for the aging effect to wear off.
"Ghiaccio!" Risotto quickly called out, "He's in an aged state right now, don't kill him."
Suddenly, the aged enemy, like a flickering candle in the wind, surged up and pulled a film-like person from the bulkhead.
"Pesci!" Prosciutto shouted, gritting his teeth in anger, suppressing his rage as he whispered, "How dare you lay a hand on my comrade? I'll make your life worse than death."
"Hee-haha! Cough, cough!" The enemy gasped for air, pulled out a small knife, and pointed it at Pesci, who had turned into a plastic sheet. "I'd like to see if you, the Assassination Team, dare to kill me. All of you, step back! Step back!"
Risotto snorted derisively. The small knife in the man's hand began to move uncontrollably. His powerless hands started flailing wildly as he trembled, looking at the silver knife pointing at himself. Then, a silver-white razor appeared under the skin near his eye, and more appeared all over his face. The razors emerged from under his skin, and his aged face burst into blood in an instant.
"Ah ah ah ah!!" He let out a pained howl. He threw Pesci aside, and the plastic sheet-like Pesci began to inflate.
"Pesci!" Prosciutto quickly helped him up, took the ice from Formaggio's hand, and used it to reverse his aging.
At this moment, Melone and Johnson also emerged from the airplane bulkhead behind them, their bodies beginning to inflate.
Risotto looked at the blood-soaked enemy with an expressionless face and said, "I don't know who you are, but the moment you stepped onto this plane—"
"Your death was already sealed!"
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