The Best Villain's Bizarre Journey

Is it specially sent to heaven?

Jonson turned his head to the side and looked at the flowing street from outside the apartment. He had no feelings for the assassination team. In contrast, he was more curious about Giorno Giovanna.When I got to the airport, I didn't meet this old driver who ran a black car because the stand-in messengers were attracted to each other.

But maybe he is still very young, and he has not yet discovered how big a business opportunity it is to drive a black car at the airport.

"Ding-dong-"

"Johnson, open the door."

Is the courier.

"Is this Mr. Risute Nero's home?" The courier looked lazily at the name on the courier box, "Sign for it, cash on delivery."

"Oh," Jonsson nodded, looking at the box that looked like a five-square LCD screen, which of course didn't exist in this day and age.

"Benefits 1273 lire."

It is estimated that it was something that I had when I was in the United States. I entrusted a moving company to send it. It is said that the logistics in Italy is really fast. It almost catches up with SF Express, but it is a bit expensive, but it is sent from the United States, and it is so heavy.

The five boxes were a bit heavy, so he moved it all the way to the home garden, took a knife from the kitchen, and started to unpack the courier.

Risut frowned slightly when he heard the voice, and had an ominous premonition, but then he thought that his house in Naples was a real estate specially purchased for Jonson's life, and even his team members did not know the specific location.

As the leader of the assassination team, he has a lot of revenge, and the foreign courier does not dare to open it casually.

Just when he was about to remind Jonson, he received a call from Prostitute.

After the distortion of the electronic sound, Proshette's voice became a little unfamiliar. He was usually calm, and there was a little more doubt in his tone.

"I heard that you are arranging the life of your nephew. We are now based in Naples. All members have received strange couriers, but they have not been opened yet. Do you want to come?"

Risut clenched the phone's hand, trembling slightly, and before answering, he called out—

"Johnson, don't open the courier!"

He threw the phone aside and ran to the entry garden, where he saw Jonson sinking into deep thought at the five-sectioned head soaked in formalin.

Jonson sat on the shoebox, with his hands folded over his mouth, frowning tightly, staring at these human body slices, rather like a contemplative under August Rodin.

Risut first saw Jonson, who looked silently, and then saw the five human body slices soaked in the green liquid. No bloodstains were completely processed. His eyes were almost hideous, and his eyeballs almost burst out of their sockets, as if Just like a live cut, the section of the section is complete and conforms to the most rigorous sectioning method. It seems that you can see clear blood vessels between the sections, and even the brain does not flow out, maintaining the original shape.

The workmanship can be said to be exquisite.

Even Risut couldn't help but be shocked. The five human body slices came from different parts of the body and could not be spliced ​​into a complete human shape.

Enemy?Or who?Why do I know about this property in Naples, that my movements have been monitored by him.

"Uncle, are you a gangster?" Jonson raised his head and asked Lisut quietly.

Rarely, this murderous, machine-like Risut didn't know how to explain it to Jonsson.

Jonson himself was at a loss. His original plan was to study Italian, study his stand-in, and continue to pretend to be a child.But I didn't expect it to be an accident.Jonson couldn't help but ponder, how should a child as old as me react when he sees five human body slices?

"You're still a stand-in, right?" Jonson asked seriously.

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Chapter 016

There is an exhaust fan in the dimly lit apartment. The sun shines in from the exhaust fan. Under the straight light, countless dusts can be seen floating.

"You bastard! bastard! bastard!" Jiaqiu's voice was always loud, kicking the bathroom door with force, "Call me next time to assassinate Meloni! ... No, it's Moloney! Damn, who invented it? Italian!" (Note: Moroni is the chairman of Italy's largest hot water supplier, and Meloni is the same pronunciation, but the spelling is different)

Think about it and know that there must be no hot water.Even the slightest question can cause Gachu's rage, the exact opposite of his stand-in called White Album.

Meloni sat on the sofa with his laptop on his lap, completely ignoring Jiaqiu's shouting in the bathroom, licking his lips with his tongue from time to time, and smiling: "So he's an Aquarius! ."

Bessie stood behind his eldest brother and wanted to find a place to sit, but he felt that there was no place to stay, and everyone liked to tease Bessie, so he had to stand and act as a potted plant. Usually he was unnatural, his eldest brother I will definitely scold him, but today the eldest brother has been silent.

Iruso leaned on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, closed his eyes and shouted, "Why hasn't Risut come yet?"

"Captain has also received the courier." Bessie's eldest brother, Prosciut, clenched his fists and put them to his mouth, showing a contemplative look.

"What's the matter?" Holmaggio brought instant coffee from the kitchen. A cat kept chasing him. He turned to the cat and said viciously, "Stop following me!"

"The captain said that he was going to set up a property for his nephew in Naples, and we don't even know where it is."

"Huh? Then what?" Meloni raised his head and asked him in a lively tone.

"But he also received a courier, which shows that this person is even aware of the captain's movements."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but take it seriously, and their eyes fell on the couriers piled in front of the sofa that had not been taken apart.

They do assassination, and it is impossible to open unfamiliar packages easily.

"Crack—" The door squeaked, attracting everyone's attention.

Risut walked into the room expressionlessly and glanced around.Everyone stood up quickly, and was surprised to see a boy behind him.

He looked less than 15 years old, still very young, with blond hair and red eyes that were uncommon, but the same as his uncle Risut.

"My nephew, Jonson Joffrey." Risut said coldly.