JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

Just kidding, I'm holding a gun, dare not say anything?

"What are you trying to say?" Cameron's face darkened.

"Nothing, I just wanted to curse your circus for raising such a terrible thing."

Mista's ambiguous provocation made Bucciarati and his men break out in a cold sweat.

"What did you say?" Cameron instantly flew into a rage.

Immediately afterwards, Mista's entire left cheek was dismembered.

"Mista!"

They're finished. They've completely failed!

What was originally a simple mission to retrieve the insect arrow has now turned into a hostage situation for Diablo, as they are being used as hostages to threaten him instead of finding the arrow.

Wait, where did the insect arrow go after it fell to the ground?

Just then, Mista, whose head had been mostly taken, laughed, "It's done!"

He then raised the pistol in his right hand, but instead of aiming it at Cameron, he pointed the muzzle at his own heart!

"May you have bad luck!"

"Sexy Pistol Requiem!"

Stand: Sexy Pistol Requiem

(SexPisolsoRequie)

Destructive power: None

Speed: A

Precision: A

Endurance: A

Range: C

Growth potential: Unknown

Ability: The clone pilots the bullets, transferring the [misfortune] suffered by the main body to the previous target who caused the damage, until the target is dead!

The damage caused to other people or things along the way can be carried along with their wounds and misfortunes and transferred to the target!

At that moment, a sexy gun-wielding man in a denim outfit stood on Mista's shoulder, his eyes like crosshairs.

After the bullet pierced Mista's heart, it transformed into a small, sexy pistol riding on top of the bullet, except that the little guy had a "4" written on its head.

And all of Mista's injuries were taken away by this little guy, including [Misfortune]!

"Yah-hoo—" With a strange cry, the bullet quickly veered and shot towards Cameron!

This surprised him, but then he filled his body with the chunks of flesh from Bucciarati and the others on the ground. If they dared to hit him, none of them would survive!

However, the bullet still pierced his body without hesitation, penetrating Bucciarati's heart.

But Bucciarati didn't die; instead, he recovered completely, and all his wounds disappeared!

"How is this possible?" Cameron couldn't believe it, and continued to frantically fill himself with other people's bodies.

The bullets seemed to have no limit, constantly piercing him before attacking again.

Each time, however, the sexy pistol clone on the bullet gained a little more spirit...

Unfortunately, in addition to taking away the original bad luck from others, the damage that Mista's bullets cause to others is also considered bad luck, and you will carry it with you!

Therefore, unless one withstands Mista's calamity on the first attempt, there is no chance of survival. However, if one continues to resist, the bullets will accumulate more and more calamity.

Nobody knows what will happen...

Cameron felt that the bullet around his body was his death warrant, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

Therefore, he abandoned all means of survival, and everyone was vomited out of the circus. Cameron took one last look at the stage.

"Boss, maybe we shouldn't disband the circus!" After saying that, he jumped onto the stage and started a comical performance.

The audience, who had long since turned into zombies, continued to cheer, completely oblivious to the fact that Cameron was using pieces of their bodies to shield himself from bullets.

And so, they lived in the circus, enjoying the endless performances of the clowns!

Chapter 499 Brother, the goods are not right!

"Mista, what exactly happened to you?"

Bucciarati and the others stared at Mista in disbelief.

They had no chance against this enemy, but Mista took care of it so easily!

Mista gave a wry smile. "Relaxed?"

He teetered on the brink of death four times!

If it weren't for my good luck, I probably would have died at the hands of the enemy long ago!

Who would have thought that the bearded man who led them to the third floor was their boss?

He had gone through four life-or-death situations to finally obtain the Insect Arrow Awakening. If he had made even the slightest mistake, he would have been completely doomed!

But Mista wasn't going to tell them any of this; as long as he got the insect arrows, that was enough.

Looking at the insect arrow in their hands, which was completely different from the other substitute arrows, the guards felt that this battle was more difficult than ever before.

When the others saw them reappear unharmed, they immediately understood that the matter was over and that they were the saviors.

So the group of people swarmed around, showering each other with praise and gratitude.

Bucciarati, Dolby, Abbacchio, and Giorno were surrounded by a dozen young women who all asked to go on dates with them.

This left Bucciarati somewhat bewildered. He pointed to the two girls closest to him and asked, "But don't you like each other?"

Upon seeing this, the two girls grasped each other's hands, interlocked their fingers, and then looked at Bucciarati with deep affection.

"We can be your wings together!"

This reminded Bucciarati of his father... No, no, he couldn't accept this kind of love!

Bucciarati and his group were completely surrounded by girls, while Mista and his group also had their own die-hard fans.

They were just a group of men.

"Handsome, your gun is really tough and accurate. Can I touch it?" A blond, muscular man in a pink suit with pigtails and a beard asked obsequiously.

Her eyes were more radiant than any of the girls around Giorno and his friends, as if they were made of silk.

When Mista saw that he was about to reach out and touch her, she was furious and regretted not saving a single bullet for this beast!

"Giorno, let's hurry up and go!" Mista grabbed Giorno and rushed out of the hotel before the burly man with twin ponytails could harass him.

In short, their mission was successfully completed, and now all they have to do is wait to go back!

Meanwhile, in Italy...

Early that morning, Natadoro and Gosido went to the church where they had agreed to make the deal.

But to their surprise, a man with a gloomy face appeared there at some point.

"Who is this guy? One of Diablo's men?" Gosido hesitated.

He wasn't sure.

Although their organization contains a lot of detailed information about Diablo, including most of his organization members.

But there are still uncertainties among them.

The man in front of them was likely a member of one of Diablo's gangs, used to make deals with them.

"What should we do? Go down directly?" Gosido asked hesitantly.

"No, I'll go down first. You take this girl and observe from the shadows. If they make any unusual moves, leave immediately, and I'll find a chance to escape too!"

Natadoro made a very comprehensive plan and then went to an open area.

Natadoro's appearance startled the man. "Damn, you're choosing such an obvious location for the transaction? Aren't you afraid of getting things messed up?"

As he spoke, the man looked behind Natadoro and found nothing there. "Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean by this? Where's the goods?"

Where's the goods?

His address left Natadoro speechless with surprise!

Even if Trish is Diablo's adopted daughter, it's not something this guy can call her that, is it?

He couldn't help but look at the place where Gosido and the others were hiding, and felt a little pity for Trish.

The poor girl was treated like this.

But that wasn't something Natadoro cared about. He was only after the saint's remains. As for how Diablo would punish the girl when she got back, that was none of his concern.

“I brought it, but you have to show me your sincerity!” Natadoro recalled the scene of the transaction in the movie and imagined the dialogue.

"Hmph, troublesome."

The man snorted dismissively, then walked to the side and dragged over a suitcase large enough to hold a person.

A lot of red liquid was seeping out from the gaps in the suitcase, dripping along the way, which looked quite creepy.

This made Natadoro's eyes almost pop out of their sockets. The body... had it been dug up directly?

Is Diablo really that ruthless? Just as Luxie said, he's brutal and heartless!

Swallowing hard, Natadoro forced a calm expression. "How did it get like this?"

He originally intended to continue questioning, but the other party was clearly not someone to be trifled with, and directly shut him down.

"You have the nerve to say that? If you hadn't contacted me to order the goods, would I have gotten them for you overnight? Take it or leave it!"

He then prepared to pick up his suitcase and leave.

"Wait!" Natadoro certainly didn't want things to fall apart like this. Diavolo could disregard his adopted daughter, but he couldn't abandon the saint's remains!

The saint's remains must be taken back by him with reverence!

Thinking of this, Natadoro could only cough, and Gosido took the opportunity to bring the bound Trish out.