JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

Doris and Roy, along with their gang, continued searching outwards. At first, they didn't find anything unusual, and the other henchmen on the periphery were also unaware of what had happened.

But just then, they discovered a gap in personnel!

Because these Stand users need to disguise themselves as residents of this area, they need to operate in their own specific locations.

According to Doris's arrangement, there should still be people here.

But all the people here have disappeared.

"That Diablo guy must be here!" Roy exclaimed in surprise, then quickly hid behind Doris. "Get ready!"

Upon hearing this, all the other henchmen summoned their Stands, which were basically all blank Stands with no special abilities or talents.

Not only is it ordinary, but even the panel has nothing special about it.

There aren't even enough people in this group to make up a handful! Frank only wanted these people to wear down the enemy.

Anyway, there's no limit to the number of times you can use the Stand Arrow, so you can just create as many Stand users as you want. As for those that die, well, they're just unlucky!

It was through this disdain for life that Frank was able to quickly regroup after each setback!

But this is also the direct reason why most people are unwilling to risk their lives for him.

He didn't even treat his subordinates like human beings!

Doris glanced at Roy behind her, then directed her men to search for Diablo's location in the surrounding area.

Just as they cautiously began their search, several whooshing sounds rang out.

But before they could react, the screen flashed and the heads of the people in front of them exploded like fireworks!

Delete it at the specified time!

Doris and the others immediately realized what was happening!

Diablo is nearby!

"Quick, find a place to hide!" Doris leaned against a shop door, unable to understand why Diablo would suddenly attack her there.

Moreover, it was an attack on a few insignificant ordinary cannon fodder.

Wouldn't it be more advantageous for him to wait until he and Roy were within his attack range?

He glanced again at the few people who had been killed; their heads looked as if they had been smashed by cannonballs.

“It’s a stone. He erased time the moment he threw the stone, so even if others heard the sound, they wouldn’t have been able to react!” Roy was still leaning against her.

"Why are you so close to me? Get away!" Doris clearly didn't like anyone other than Frank touching her.

"Didn't I just analyze the situation for you?" Roy pouted.

"Moreover, based on the angle at which the stone was launched, he's in that building area between twelve and three o'clock!"

After listening to Roy's analysis, Doris immediately ordered the others to surround that direction.

Although they were afraid, they were even more afraid of being abandoned by the organization.

Because after obtaining Stand abilities, they possessed magical powers that surpassed those of ordinary people, directly removing all shackles.

Therefore, almost everyone violated the relevant laws and regulations.

They originally thought that after gaining the ability to use a Stand, they could do whatever they wanted, and that they were the true gods of this world!

But they soon discovered that even Stand users die from being shot!

The statement that people die when they are killed is true everywhere!

An immortal being? That can't be human!

It could be said that at this point, the "Disciples" had become a sanctuary for a criminal gang in order to rapidly expand their organization.

Of course, don't assume they are evil people who can seek Dio's protection.

Even the villains protected by Dior undergo basic screening!

Those who commit evil deeds out of selfish desires without corresponding awareness are not worthy of Dio's salvation. They are not evil people, but simply scum!

Seeing that they had all gathered around, Diablo had no choice but to quickly move to another position, or he would be surrounded!

Others also experienced the lag caused by the recent time deletion.

"Has the OSS already started fighting?" Prosciutto looked warily at the enemies in front of him.

"Kid, all you've been doing from the beginning is releasing your Stand to run away. Do you think you can escape?" Michael smugly summoned his Stand.

"Sickly child!"

Chapter 237 Sickly Child VS Heroic Sacrifice

Substitute: Sickly Boy (Dsesedseedlng)

Destructive power: C

Speed: C

Precision: E

Endurance:

Range:

Growth potential: C

Ability: Releases odorless, transparent smoke that continuously weakens the opponent's Stand ability.

A humanoid stand-in, as thin as a stick, stood next to Michael, its body covered with many holes.

This stunt double looks like he's connected by water pipes. Although he's wearing professional boxing gloves, he can't hide the weakness he exudes.

Michael's henchmen couldn't help but start to have doubts; their instructor's double didn't seem to be the very strong type!

"Can such a skinny Stand have any strength? I feel like I could take him down." One of the fearless henchmen said.

And those words reached Michael's ears completely.

He turned around and saw a dark-skinned young man who looked very strong.

"Were you just talking about my stunt double?" Michael pointed at the young man.

"Yes." Clearly, this young man was a troublemaker; he was very resentful that a murderer like Michael could become an instructor.

It's not like he's never killed anyone before!

The instructors have much better benefits than them. They not only have the power to control their own squads, but also have more funding and territory!

Therefore, the number of people who want to become instructors is countless.

They're both Stand users, so why is he so lucky?

Faced with the young man's provocation, Michael ignored Prosciutto and instead turned his attention to him, saying, "In that case, you're welcome to try!"

Upon hearing this, the young man immediately released his stand-in, the lumberjack!

It was a humanoid stand-in wielding an axe. Although not very strong, it was still a behemoth compared to the slender, tall man.

Seeing this, Prosciutto refrained from making any rash moves, as it would be a good opportunity for him to observe the opponent's Stand ability.

"The instructor's position is mine!" the lumberjack roared, swinging his axe at Michael's sickly stand-in.

But just when he thought victory was in the bag, Michael suddenly rushed in front of him, grabbed his head with one hand, and raised his other fist high.

"Wait, this isn't a Stand battle..."

Before the poor young man could finish speaking, Michael punched him in the face, shattering his entire skull!

This punch instantly killed the young man, who was brave and ambitious!

This punch not only ended the fight, but also silenced the other troublemakers who wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Michael helplessly tossed aside the limp corpse. "Who told you that battles between Stand users can only be fought by Stands?"

"As long as your physical body remains fragile, no matter how powerful your Stand is, it's all fake!"

Having said that, Michael turned to face Prosciutto, his blood-stained right hand clenched into a fist. "Only by constantly tempering one's own body can one achieve all goals!"

"Little brat, you have the honor of becoming my new vessel to measure my [level]!"

Looking at the muscles that seemed to leap out of his body, Prosciutto couldn't help but swallow.

That fist, the size of a sandbag, could be fatal if you got hit!

Even if they don't die, they'll be crippled!

“Come on, didn’t you want to go to the destination behind me? Our boss is there, go!” Michael was in a very good mood at this moment.

He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of using power to suppress and control everything.

Prosciutto did not go over easily, but instead looked around at his surroundings.

Although his Stand ability could easily kill these basic Stand users, he remained extremely cautious.

The opponent's Stand ability is still unknown, so don't reveal your own Stand ability so early.

Seeing that he wasn't coming over, Michael snorted coldly, "Since he's not coming over, then you can go over there and grab him to use as a punching bag!"

Because of what just happened, almost no one dared to question Michael anymore, and they all obediently summoned their Stands and surrounded Prosciutto!

Even Prosciutto couldn't help but feel a little nervous looking at the massive Stand army.

"You underestimate me!" With Prosciutto's angry shout, all the eyes of those who had bravely sacrificed themselves turned to the suicide squad in the front row.

"Necromantic Curse!" He bravely sacrificed himself, raising his arms as if performing some kind of ritual!

Then, the people in the front row were horrified to find that their bodies were extremely sluggish, and then they collapsed to the ground like a limp rag!

"It's a curse! What a terrifying Stand ability!"

Upon seeing the front row collapse, everyone behind them was so frightened that they scrambled to back away!

Seeing that they were intimidated, Prosciutto was also extremely surprised. No way, the stupid method taught by the boss actually worked unexpectedly well.

"Hmph, you're all a bunch of good-for-nothings, get out of the way!" Michael swung his fist, clearing a path through the crowd in front of him.

He then walked steadily toward Prosciutto.

His stand-in, a sickly man, followed behind, his body riddled with holes that began to emit smoke.