"You're awake?" Ghiaccio said with a smile as Zkairo slowly opened his eyes.
Mario Zucchero felt his life gradually slipping away. He had now become an old man. When he closed his eyes and then opened them again, Ghiaccio's smug face appeared before him, completely dispelling his elderly drowsiness.
Only then did he realize he was tightly bound and his mouth was sealed with tape.
His body was unbelievably aged.
"Your name—" Ghiaccio held up an ID and read, "Mario Zucchero, right? A small-time gangster from Rome!" Ghiaccio stepped on him, grinding his foot hard. The ribs of his aged body made a 'crunching' sound.
They broke.
His mouth, under the tape, seemed to want to howl, but only muffled sounds came out. Tears streamed from his eyes from the pain.
"How dare you ambush me!" Melone said angrily, touching his neck. "What a disgrace!" He lifted his foot and forcefully kicked Zkairo's stomach. Then Ghiaccio joined in, kicking Zkairo's stomach.
"Hey—Johnson, I'll teach him a lesson for you!" Ghiaccio turned his head to look at Johnson Joffrey, baring a mouthful of white teeth fiercely and giving a thumbs up.
"Mhm, I'll leave it to you, but don't kill him," Johnson said, leaning against the airplane seat.
"Pesci! Go teach him a lesson, just like Melone did!" Prosciutto commanded.
"Huh?" Pesci was suddenly called out, then he put on a fierce expression. "Oh, oh! I'll butcher him! I'll get revenge for my humiliation! Butcher him!"
Prosciutto suddenly frowned. Pesci's heart skipped a beat. Did I say something wrong again?
Prosciutto, exasperated, reached out and forcefully poked him in the neck. "Always shouting 'butcher him, butcher him' like that, you sound like a complete good-for-nothing!"
"Look closely! Such words don't exist in front of real gangsters. Only cowards say things like that!"
"When that thought surfaces in my companion's mind, killing him is already a done deal!"
Prosciutto forcefully tapped Pesci's head: "Pesci, remember this well!"
"Eh... eh..." Pesci immediately trembled, his mouth twitching downwards as he tearfully wiped away his tears. "Pr-Prosciutto, Big Brother, I've remembered!"
Risotto ignored their actions, only leaving a single instruction: "Don't kill him."
"The inside of this plane is covered with a film. If this guy deactivates his Stand, the plane will be damaged," Illuso shouted from the cockpit. "Then we might not make it to Sardinia."
Johnson Joffrey carefully observed the plane. This guy should be the one from the original story who robbed Polpo's treasure with Bucciarati. It was a good thing he had replayed the plot in his mind every day; otherwise, he really would have forgotten this guy. However, he seemed to have another companion.
It seems that capturing the Assassination Team is far more appealing than Polpo's treasure!
In the original plot, he covered Bucciarati's ship with a film, and when the film completely disappeared from the outside, the ship only almost sank. But now, it was a plane at an altitude of 20,000 meters, and a precise instrument like a plane could be damaged with the slightest mistake.
Most importantly, this time he attached the film to the inside. If he died, this plane could crash due to the collision of two planes.
"Formaggio, can you do it?" Risotto suddenly asked.
"Of course," Formaggio said confidently.
Risotto nodded, immediately activating his Stand Ability. Under the manipulation of Metallica, a layer of film slowly peeled off the interior surface of the plane.
Formaggio cooperated seamlessly, using his Stand the moment the plane's film fell off, shrinking the film. The enormous film instantly became as large as a deflated balloon. Then, after being filled with air, it immediately restored itself to look like an exquisite toy plane.
Collector's item, pre-order.
Seeing this, Johnson couldn't help but complain, why did Formaggio become a gangster? He should be making collectibles!
Mario Zucchero watched with wide eyes as they so easily deactivated his Stand Ability. He couldn't help but shed tears, slamming his head on the ground.
"Hey, hey, are you trying to commit suicide?" Ghiaccio quickly pulled him up. "If you die, there's still over an hour left. Wouldn't we be bored?"
"I'm going to freeze him, then break his bones piece by piece!" Ghiaccio said cruelly.
"Ghiaccio, you're still so boring!" Formaggio said, then casually picked up the shrunken plane and slowly approached him.
"Ugh... ugh ugh..." Zkairo rolled around forcefully, his eyes wide, cold sweat drenching his clothes.
Formaggio smiled, forcefully stuffing the plane into Mario Zucchero's mouth, then sharply hitting his back, making it go down like a pill.
"Hahahaha! Formaggio, you really know how to have fun!" Ghiaccio laughed loudly.
"Too bad there are no bugs or anything on the plane, and I didn't bring my cat. Otherwise, we could have had a beast fight."
"Your boring Stand, this one thing it did is quite fun," Melone said with a smile.
Formaggio slowly manipulated the plane, and the plane began to slowly enlarge in Zkairo's stomach. Zkairo's eyes widened, and intense pain came from his abdomen.
"Ghiaccio, how big do you think a person's stomach can stretch?" Formaggio asked a profound question.
"Hmm?" Ghiaccio hesitated, "I don't know either! But we can try!"
"Mario Zucchero!" Ghiaccio held his hand, stating solemnly with a serious expression, "You are sacrificing yourself for science!"
Zkairo clutched his abdomen, rolling around in pain.
"...You devils..." Zkairo groaned in pain. "I've already leaked all your abilities. The Boss will kill you all very soon. My partner has already secured explosives on this plane! This place is about to explode!"
He completely deactivated his ability, and the bombs hidden in the corners of the plane began to inflate like balloons.
A massive explosion instantly rang out, and the fiery blast from the explosion surged forward from the tail. This wave of heat rushed over, directly blowing off the tail of the plane. The aircraft began to shake violently, causing a moment of weightlessness. The members of the Assassination Team had no choice but to brace themselves against their seats to maintain balance.
"Damn it…" Illuso punched the control panel hard. Risotto immediately opened the plane door, and a tremendous wind pressure rushed into the cabin, almost making everyone lose their footing.
Due to the plane's front being too heavy, the aircraft, having completely lost its momentum, immediately began to spin and tilt forward as it descended. The interior of the plane also started to turn upside down.
As the plane rapidly descended, other parts of it began to explode.
So, did the plane still explode? The blue sky and white clouds outside the door reflected in Johnson's eyes… ————
Here's a drawing from a friend. It might not be a digital painting, so it doesn't look great. But I think it's well-drawn, and he'll continue to draw in the future. I believe he'll grow with this book and improve his art. Also, if you don't like it, you can try drawing yourself; don't leave malicious comments (laughs).