Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Bucciarati, who had just returned, also looked grim and asked, "Are you the same?"

He experienced the same thing a second time.

Of the people present, only Daigo, an outsider, didn't seem to share that feeling. However, even as he looked down at his feet, he remained extremely serious, displaying the professionalism expected of a member of Team GUTS.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m sure I’m not the type to fall flat on my face, especially behind the pyramids… Although there doesn’t seem to be any unusual power, there definitely must be some factor interfering with me!”

"Was it a Stand attack?" Mista was sweating profusely. "This situation is so bizarre. If it was a Stand attack, I can hardly imagine it. I don't think even the boss's Stand would be this terrifying!"

So far, they haven't been harmed. What's terrifying for them is that when things happen, they have a sense of déjà vu, and this sense of déjà vu is an unwavering certainty that "it is absolutely unavoidable and this is the inevitable outcome."

As long as things can be changed, no matter how many challenges we encounter...

Even against a powerful enemy, one can still muster the will to fight and resist.

But now, both the objective world and one's own subjective subconscious are telling us that "this is impossible to change," which is more despairing than any stand-in attack.

Fugo could no longer contain himself: "What exactly did you do outside? Did you provoke any enemies, Bucciarati, or were they enemies they brought with them?"

Bucciarati shook his head: "No, that's not it."

“It wasn’t me either.” Giorno shook his head as well. At this moment, even he had lost the mood and the leisure for humor.

As for Daigo, he was even more certain that this had nothing to do with him. They were already so far away that Gatanothor wouldn't chase after them. Even if it did, Gatanothor's attack pattern wasn't this type; it wasn't that stingy.

"This is not an attack by my enemy."

Daigo frowned, but quickly came up with a possible solution: "Someone is manipulating your course... So let's ignore everything else for now and come with me. We'll go to Japan, or any other country far from Italy."

"If I hadn't shown up here, no matter how you look at it, you don't seem like the type to leave the country right now. If you can successfully leave the country now, that would break the original script, which means that maybe we're overthinking it, or that the mastermind behind the scenes isn't so mysterious and unpredictable, or that it's not completely unstoppable."

If the journey abroad is fraught with difficulties, and in the end no matter what means are used, they are trapped in Italy, then it proves that Giorno and his companions' feelings were correct.

If things get to that point, Daigo knows that although his internal injuries are still very serious, making him so weak that he can barely transform, he might immediately turn red as soon as he transforms, and then be forced to revert to his human form in less than seven or eight seconds.

But those few seconds were enough for Jing to test whether he could use Tiga's power to take Giorno and Bucciarati away from Italy, thereby detecting the limits of the mastermind's power and what kind of power would be needed to resist him.

Correcting Italy's actions is important, but this situation is now very close at hand. If we don't even address this first, how can we talk about correcting Italy? 5

Fugo was the first to agree: "Let's do it this way, Bucciarati!"

He would never have agreed to the suggestion of someone he had just met, but the suggestion was so appropriate and timely that he couldn't refuse.

Now, Fugo's tone of agreement was practically pleading with Bucciarati, hoping that Bucciarati wouldn't object, otherwise he might run away from the country alone out of fear.

Bucciarati glanced around at Fugo and the others, including Giorno. They were all visibly uneasy. Bucciarati could understand that feeling, because he was feeling the same way, but he was forcibly suppressing it, trying to be a captain who could reassure his subordinates a little: "Then let's do it this way!"

Bucciarati agreed to this new direction, which overturned Daigo, Giorno, and his own plans and ideas.

When he agreed, he could clearly see that Fugo and the others were much more at ease, and without stopping for a moment, they all got up to set off.

"I'll call Polpo." Bucciarati took out his phone. He needed to inform his superior, Polpo, an officer in the organization, otherwise the latter might think he had deserted without permission.

But just as Bucciarati took out his phone, a caller ID appeared first, accompanied by a ringing sound. It was a call from Polpo. Bucciarati answered, and a cheerful voice immediately came from the other end:

"Bucciarati, I have good news for you. I've always thought you were a talented and loyal person. The boss is planning to promote some people, including you and your team. Come to the prison immediately. That's all, I'm hanging up."

"!"

Bucciarati and the others almost froze completely.

This...this is indeed good news, but the timing is terrible. If I'm promoted now, I definitely can't go abroad for at least three months, otherwise my boss will think I'm disloyal.

This is so unusual!

Bucciarati is fine, but why is it that their team, which has only been established for a short time and has not yet achieved any great feats, can be suddenly promoted?

If they accepted the promotion, they would be unable to leave Italy, and Polpo's call, offering the promotion, came just as they were preparing to leave Italy...

This is absolutely breathtaking!

Abbacchio, who had initially intended to hold out a little longer because of his special feelings for Daigo, now dared not delay for even a moment.

Promotions, rewards, Polpo—to hell with it all! They're like mosquitoes unknowingly stepping into a spiderweb, completely enveloped by layers of silk without even realizing it.

This is all abnormal. Even if it means cutting themselves off from the organization, they are about to leave the country!

The group exchanged glances, their minds in agreement, and immediately hurried to the coffee shop entrance.

"Bang!"

The next second, a car accident happened right at the entrance. A large truck crashed and came to a complete stop, blocking the entire entrance to the store and cutting off the way out!

Chapter 406 Ultraman Tiga, do what you can do!

It's a coincidence, but it's definitely not a coincidence.

As they were rising to leave Italy

Once the thought of profit arises, everything goes wrong in an instant. There are too many unexpected events of this kind, but in essence, all these unexpected events are based on the same underlying logic.

That is to stop them from fulfilling their will to leave Italy!

In other words, Daigo's hypothesis is correct. In the original course of events, they would not have left Italy at this time and appeared in other countries. Therefore, no matter what they do now, they will definitely encounter an accident that will cause them to return to the original course of events.

"Are you kidding me!"

The hot-tempered Fugo was the first to burst out cursing, "Is this fate, like a glass window nailed to a pre-built frame, only able to leave that nailed frame when it's destined to be shattered? Screw that bullshit, I don't believe in such a thing!"

"If that's really the case, then what has our lives been all this time? There's no such thing as fate. This is definitely a special Stand attack. I have to go abroad, I absolutely have to go abroad, and no one can stop me!"

Fugo comforted himself with the thought that "this is a Stand attack," giving him the courage to continue fighting. (Salted Fish)

And the moment he uttered the word 'glass window,' Bucciarati, Giorno, and Daigo immediately realized that with the door blocked, the next thing to stop them was the window!

Bucciarati shouted, "Mista!"

"Understood!" Mista said urgently, her Stand, Sexy Pistol, appearing and firing bullets that instantly shattered all the glass windows in the coffee shop.

Everyone, including Nalanjia, who had the lowest IQ, almost to the point of being wise, understood without needing to say a word and ran over at top speed.

To avoid being too late, Bucciarati and Giorno even summoned their Stands and kicked everyone, including themselves, at superhuman speed, allowing them to rush out of the coffee shop through the side without glass windows.

"boom!"

Just as they had barely managed to break through, several different sounds rang out as large rocks and steel coils were thrown from all directions, coincidentally hitting the window frames and blocking those points of contact with the outside.

"Hey, hey, hey, this looks like they're going all out!" Mista yelled, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "We can't even see the enemy, we can't fight at all, hey, we're going to die, aren't we, Bucciarati?"

"Even if it means death, I will leave Italy."

Giorno's attitude was absolutely firm: "If I cannot carry out my will, then there is no point in living. As things stand now, perhaps you will not be attacked if you simply give up the idea of ​​leaving Italy, but I must do it, otherwise there is no point in me living!"

“Don’t look down on us,” Bucciarati said in a low, serious voice. “No one here will back down. If we were to succumb to this fate, we wouldn’t be Stand users.”

Narancia cheered, "Of course!"

The silly Nalanjia seemed to treat this as a team-building activity where they could support each other, and he was having a blast, his expression full of excitement.

Mista, Fugo, and Abbacchio had no objections whatsoever.

“We can’t take a car,” Daigo said. “If we take a car, there’s a high chance the vehicle will explode, or there might be a bomb inside. We also can’t take a plane, because if a plane crashes, we’ll be all alone.”

"We must run to the beach and take a boat. As long as we put on life jackets and bring our own canned food before boarding, with the help of your substitutes, we might be able to swim out of Italian waters. Once we get to that point, the struggle will be a success!"

Everyone agreed with Daigo's words, not even Abbacchio, and they immediately took action without saying a word.

"Ah, danger!"

The surrounding radio waves coincidentally changed their melody, causing a drone with its propeller spinning rapidly to go out of control and hurtle towards Bucciarati's legs like a sharp blade.

In the critical moment, Steel Fingers appeared and started beating the drone, trying to knock it away: "Ari ari ari ari ari ari!"

Before Bucciarati could even catch his breath, a tiny earthquake struck. It was so minor that it wouldn't cause any harm, but its suddenness did disrupt Bucciarati's balance, causing him and his Steel Fingers to lose their equilibrium and miss their punch, thus failing to stop the out-of-control drone.

At the same time, Bucciarati's eyes widened as he discovered something terrifying.

That means he wasn't the only one whose legs were about to be damaged; Giorno and Abbacchio, every single one of them, were also off balance, and then different objects flew towards them.

Some of the items were screwdrivers, some were daggers that thugs used to scare people but were thrown over by the earthquake, and some were electrical wires that could cause electric shocks.

"Is this the end?!"

"Of course not!"

Following Bucciarati's words, there is no doubt that it is Daigo!

He moved with incredible speed, clenching his fists like a visible humanoid doppelganger, possessing both strength and speed. He swiftly circled around, sending everything, including the drone, flying.

"Why can you..." Abbacchio seemed a little upset, not with envy or jealousy, but with the sadness of not being able to do it himself.

Has the gap in willpower begun to emerge?

Is it because you didn't persevere and gave up halfway that there's such a big difference?

Abbacchio's eyes flickered, as if something that had once been discarded was being picked up again without him even realizing it.

“I’ve been on guard all along,” Daigo said.

He was tricked once before because he didn't know there would be such a manipulator, but now that he's prepared, he'll be more vigilant about everything.

Giorno, who had survived the ordeal, gave Daigo a grateful look, then immediately started running: "Quick, let's go!"

"Boom!"

It was like the Grim Reaper's Last Stand; a special obstacle would appear every three steps, except the target wasn't their lives, but their legs.

Fortunately, everyone is now on high alert, exceeding the limits of vigilance. The Stands are constantly projecting their abilities, allowing them to overcome many obstacles.

Daigo also helped deal with the remaining ones.

"We can do it!" Mista cheered. They had run a kilometer or two and were starting to get closer to the port. He saw a glimmer of hope.

Normally, a distance of one or two kilometers wouldn't take them much time, given their physical condition. But now, it took them nearly twenty minutes to travel that distance from the coffee shop to where they are now!

There were so many obstacles along the way that even if they wanted to run as fast as they could, they couldn't. They had to stop again and again and do their best to overcome these unexpected obstacles.

Fortunately, no matter how difficult these obstacles from fate may be, the facts have proven that they cannot completely stop their progress.

They're going to win!

But the moment he thought that, Mista's expression changed drastically.

He saw a rolling stone!