We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

The white snake swung its fist suddenly and hit the upper part of the [cocoon]. The white snake's strength was quite strong. Now that Jolyne had dispersed his stand into lines, Pucci was confident that he could smash Jolyne's head with one punch!

But this punch that was 100% sure to hit the target actually missed!

Under the White Snake's horrified gaze, half of Xu Lun jumped out of the [cocoon]. Because of the existence of the [thread] that maintained Xu Lun's body, the flesh and blood on half of his body were separated, and half of the head was missing! The White Snake's estimation was completely wrong!

The [Cocoon] was collapsing, and the numerous threads that made it up combined into the appearance of stone freedom, taking advantage of the White Snake's surprise to launch a counterattack.

"You're too late!" Jolyne controlled Ishi's free fists while using words to interfere with White Snake's emotions. "[Savage Garden] isn't a human at all. It's a messenger pigeon carefully raised by the Spw Foundation! Before you came, Savage Garden had already taken the disc and was about to deliver it to the person it was supposed to be with!"

Puchi's face turned the color of liver, with a hint of red, but his reason told him that he could no longer entangle with Xu Lun. The White Snake and Stone Freedom were equally matched in terms of speaking power and speed, and the winner could not be determined in a short time. If he was delayed any longer, he would be exposed.

[White Snake, quickly get away from Xu Lun and don't expose yourself! ]

The white snake gritted his teeth. Although it was only the existence of spiritual energy, sweat broke out on his face. Taking advantage of his distraction, Stone Freedom suddenly gained the upper hand.

"Hey, look, are there a few injured people in here?"

"Go and rescue them!"

"Where did all these frogs come from?"

White Snake heard the guards' voices and, despite being injured by Stone Freedom, tried his best to run into the prison.

"I won," Xu Lun declared her victory. Although the poison of the golden poison dart frog made her legs weak, Xu Lun still declared her victory!

"Don't underestimate me! Jolyne Kujo! Nothing has changed. Even if you retrieve the [Star Platinum], your father is just a wooden man! He will never remember you as his daughter! I'll give you Polnareff's disc. Let me see what you defeated warriors can do!"

The white snake turned around immediately. Now Xu Lun had only lost the ability to move, and there was no way to kill her directly. As long as she could run away, there would always be another chance!

Nothing has changed. The only reason I took Jotaro's Star Platinum was because of the sadness in my heart, which prompted me to avenge my friend. The key is that [Memory Disc], it's mine! All plans are proceeding. Only Jotaro's memories can help me reach heaven...

"Ding bang."

Pucci suddenly raised his head, and the light tube above his head fell down for some reason and smashed into pieces in front of him. Before Pucci realized that this was a signal, the white snake passed through the iron fence and returned to his side with Xu Lun's [string].

It's over! The White Snake led Xu Lun here!

Pucci turned and ran. Now was not the time to despair. Jolyne's feet could not move, but my feet had been healed by Dio! She could not catch me! The white snake cut the line and moved quickly through the corridor with its main body. However, it was not until the next gate that Pucci realized something was wrong. The iron fence leading to the interior of the prison had been automatically locked. Fortunately, Pucci remembered to pick up his pass from the ground, but the screen where he swiped the pass was completely dim. No matter how Pucci swiped it, there was no response.

Could this be a power outage caused by the poison frog rain?! Puchi looked up suddenly, but the emergency lights beside him didn't sound, and the radio outside was also broadcasting a message to avoid poison frogs.

Pucci's eyes widened, he was not Superman, so naturally he could not see the fishhook lurking in the wall. Krieg could not attack Pucci directly, and every time he wanted to take action, various accidents would occur to stop him. But Jolyne and Weather Forecast could do it, and they also had the ability to kill Pucci in advance, so Krieg only needed to delay Pucci long enough.

And apparently, he succeeded.

"Father, what are you doing here?"

Weather Forecast emerged from the shadows of the corridor. Amid the croaking of poisonous frogs and the noise of the radio, Weather Forecast's expression remained unusually stern, his angular face almost completely submerged in darkness.

"I'm opening the door!" Pucci looked at his brother with an unusually complicated expression. Even if he needed a weather forecast, or if Dominic Pucci lived to atone for his sins, his chance to go to heaven was unique, and even this person couldn't stop him from completing his plan to go to heaven! If he could deceive him, he would deceive him. If he couldn't, he would just kill him. Pucci made up his mind.

"You are a prisoner, right? Please help me call the guards over. If you help me, I will give you some preferential treatment in prison in the future."

Weather Forecast remained motionless, merely adjusting his hat. "Father, I'm a little confused. Why did you choose to go through this door? This isn't the right door to go to."

Chapter 329 When did you have this illusion?

"What do you mean? Do I need your approval to go through any passage, prisoner?" Pucci lowered his hand from the iron railing and turned to look directly at the weather forecast. "I don't think so, do I?"

"Maybe," the weather forecaster was a little unsure now. Clouds were already surrounding him, but the priest didn't even move his eyes. Could it be that he couldn't see the clouds?

How to determine if the suspected person is actually the White Snake? This question has been troubling Jolyne and her group. Even after a brief discussion, they still lack absolute proof. Their only conclusion is that they must make the ultimate sacrifice, even if it means someone might not return, to find the White Snake's true form. And at this point, the priest has become the most suspicious.

"Maybe?!" Pucci snorted coldly. It was unclear whether he was snorting at the attitude of the weather forecast or simply mocking his brother who had lost his memory.

"Since you are here, help me open this door and I will give you a meal."

"The Stand is a product of the human spirit, and it doesn't appear out of thin air. So when the Stand is attacked, the original body will most likely show the same scars." Weather Forecast looked at Pucci, trying to see panic on his face, but Pucci remained calm. Even when he said the keyword "Stand", Pucci's eyes did not change at all.

Did we guess wrong?

No, his appearance was too coincidental, and his attitude suddenly became nasty. Perhaps there was something else worth noting. Weather Forecast didn't respond, and Pucci didn't press him any further. But Weather Forecast knew he couldn't hold Pucci indefinitely. It was only because this location was remote that there were no guards. But even in a more remote place, the guards would find him sooner or later.

Should we take action? If we seriously injure him, can we draw a conclusion?

Weather Forecast wasn't one to waver, but he was suddenly horrified by the thought, because his heart was urging him to do this, even if the person on the other side might be innocent. My heart... Weather Forecast raised a hand and pressed it to his chest. He seemed to have never understood himself before he lost his memory.

What are you two doing dawdling?!

Hayabusa tilted his head and looked at the brothers sickly. Since you can't make up your mind, I will help you secretly.

"Beach Boys!"

The fishhook lurking in the wall struck again. No matter what material it was, it became the property of the ocean under the fishhook. Then the sharp fishhook easily pierced the sole of Weather Forecast's feet, scratching Weather Forecast while solidifying into substance.

pain!

The sudden pain made Weather Forecast's eyes narrow. Although it didn't seem like the White Snake's attack on him, and it was even difficult to bleed, at most just breaking the skin, the pain came from the entire sole of his foot! This wasn't an ordinary wound. It wasn't because I stepped on something. This was an attack from a substitute!

Weather Forecast's eyes suddenly turned gloomy and became extremely fierce. Before Pucci knew what was going on, he saw Weather Forecast's enlarged fist swinging towards him!

What's going on? Why are they suddenly attacking me? Did I reveal a flaw somewhere?!

Impossible! The thread and the white snake have already separated. This guy is just guessing! Pucci came to what he thought was the correct conclusion. In order to go to heaven, he could endure a punch "for no reason". He could even use this punch to exercise his authority and put Weather Forecast and Jolyne in solitary confinement to prevent them from disturbing his plans.

It seemed perfectly plausible, but when he saw Weather Forecast's fist so close, Pucci narrowed his eyes. How could this guy's punch be so fast?! Pucci couldn't help but glance at the cloud-like Stand. This guy was actually using the wind to speed up!

But it's okay, I can still handle it. Pucci raised his hand to block his head, but before he could think any further, Weather Forecast's fist had already landed in his hand, the force penetrating the thin layer of palm and hitting Pucci's face solidly. The priest spun in the air, rolled twice on the ground, and finally stopped after hitting the wall.

"Pfft!"

Puqi never imagined that this wasn't just a test, but a real killing move. His face immediately swelled up, and at the same time, he felt a burning sensation, as if the skin on his face had ulcerated. No, not just as if, it was actually ulcerated!

The venom raged through the wound, and the nervous system reacted quickly, then failed just as quickly. Not only on his face, but also on his hands, which had first come into contact with the weather forecast. Within three seconds, Pucci was experiencing breathing difficulties! This was the venom of the golden poison dart frog, and this guy had actually smeared it on his hands!

"You idiot, what did you do to me?!" Pucci scolded harshly. He realized that it was not Weather Forecast who was out of time, but himself. Across from him, Weather Forecast stared at the festering and swollen face, frowning slightly. "You've been poisoned, and the venom will burn your face."

This guy really wants to kill me! No, I need to fight back, but how?! White Snake can't defeat Weather Forecast, and I don't have anyone to control lately. If I wait for the guards, it'll take at least a minute, but the poison is no joke! Under Weather Forecast's indifferent gaze, Pucci pulled out his knife and cut the injured part fiercely!

"Your wounds are serious," Weather Forecast said hesitantly. Even with such severe injuries, the priest still didn't fight back. Could it be that he really had mistaken his enemy?!

"Wait, I'm here to save you!" Weather Forecast approached Pucci, and put his hand on the priest's face while Pucci seemed to be struggling in panic, extracting the deadly poison. Pucci looked at Weather Forecast who could hit him with a punch, but still suppressed his restless stand.

I just need to hold it in. He hasn't discovered me yet, and I can still hide!

"Father," Weather Forecast's voice was gentle. Even though Pucci was acting, his complex emotions towards his brother still made him react. "I have a question. Why are you screaming?!"

"I'm poisoned, can't you see it? You idiot," Pucci cursed, but he didn't feel any pain when he moved his facial muscles. Pucci was a little panicked. He spread his hands in front of his eyes, but was surprised to find that there was no wound on them.

"This is my stand-in [Weather Forecast]. It can create illusions. All I need to do is increase the oxygen content and add verbal hints." Weather Forecast's expression was cold.

Chapter 330 The Only Safe Place

Although oxygen is called the source of life, too high an oxygen content in the air is not a good thing. Excessive oxygen is toxic to all cells. Excessive inhalation can damage the capillary barrier in the lungs, leading to cerebral congestion or bleeding. In severe cases, it can affect respiratory function and eventually lead to respiratory failure and death from suffocation.

At about 60% oxygen partial pressure, cells can be killed by the oxidative action of free radicals. In addition to a series of serious consequences, the weather forecast focuses on the decreased brain function caused by the increase in oxygen concentration. Pucci's brain was indeed affected. Even after the weather forecast explained what he had done, it still took him a few seconds to react.

Damn it! Just as Pucci realized something was wrong, Weather Forecast's fist was already swinging at him. His dizzy head couldn't react, so at this time he could only... "【White Snake】, help me stop him!"

Pucci didn't need a mirror. He only needed to look at the redness in front of his eyes to know that his eyeballs were full of bloodshot. Although the air was full of oxygen, he felt that his lungs were full to the point where he couldn't breathe in, but it was as if the oxygen didn't exist. His nasal cavity, which was already filled with a fishy smell, couldn't take in anything, and the pain behind his sternum had reached an unbearable level.

"Cough cough cough," Pucci leaned against the wall, unable to suppress his cough any longer. Weather Forecast had always had the upper hand in the battle with White Snake. White Snake, with a speed of D, was completely unable to defend against the attacks of Weather Forecast (the stand-in). Although White Snake was very close to Weather Forecast (the real body), it had no way of using its mind-dissolving ability when it was busy getting beaten. If Weather Forecast's precision had not been so poor, Pucci would have been unable to recover by now.

No, I can't go on like this. The appearance of the White Snake will only make my situation worse. I have to make this guy let down his guard. I have to stay calm. 2..3..5..7...

Even though White Snake has already shown characteristics similar to those of a long-distance automatic substitute, the poor condition of the original body is also being reflected on White Snake. Although Weather Forecast has been silently swinging his fists, no one would doubt his anger. The gloomy weather also reflects Weather Forecast's murderous intent. Pucci muttered something to himself. After beating White Snake violently, Weather Forecast stepped on Pucci's palm and broke it. Even in the heart-wrenching pain, Pucci was still muttering something in a low voice.

"Did you steal my memory?" Weather Forecast pulled Pucci up and pressed him hard against the wall. "Tell me! Where did you hide my memory?"

"Puch's mouth moved slightly, and only a very slight sound came from his face. Weather Forecast had to move his face closer. Of course, he was also vigilantly observing the surrounding environment to prevent the white snake from attacking him.

"What did you say?"

Pucci muttered to himself.

"Louder! I can't hear you!"

Pucci continued to mutter to himself.

Weather Forecast frowned. To be honest, the culprit priest was not intimidated by his violence. During the time when Weather Forecast lost his memory, it was the first time he saw such a stubborn guy. No matter what crimes those serious criminals had committed before, no matter how ferocious they were in prison, they would cry and beg for mercy after Weather Forecast "accidentally" twisted their fingers into a knot. But this priest!

Could it be that the oxygen damaged his brain?! The weather forecaster was furious. He had the knowledge, but he couldn't precisely control the extent of his Stand's abilities. Could it be that in his excitement, he had directly destroyed the priest's sanity?!

So what happens to those discs?! If the White Snake disappears, what happens to the products it created?!

"Damn it, you son of a bitch, why don't you say anything?!"

It had been a long time since Weather Forecast had roared so loudly, but his heart was sinking. Krieg, who was watching the show from the side, expressed helplessness at Weather Forecast's cursing.

"Weather Forecast," just when Weather Forecast was about to despair, Pucci finally spoke, "You know what? People need faith. My faith is going to heaven. My best friend entrusted his dream to me. No matter what happens, I will go to heaven."

"Tell me, where did you hide my memories?" Weather Forecast, feeling so emotionally drained after receiving the response, nearly fainted. He exerted force again and lifted Pucci up by the collar. "What the hell did you do to my memories, you son of a bitch?! Why did you steal my memories? Who am I?"

"Who are you... hehehe."

"Snap!" The Weatherman (a stand-in) snapped Pucci's wrist, but Pucci still had that condescending expression. "You're angry, and you're confused. Why is that?"

"Let me tell you, you don't dare to attack me because fate is on my side! Fate is always my partner... This is just a test from him!"

Weather Forecast's face turned cold. The footsteps of the prison guards were getting closer. He had to solve this problem, but the priest couldn't die now. If he died, his memory would be gone forever. "What do you want to say, Father?"

"I was wondering why I'm suffering from oxygen poisoning, but you're still fine... I saw it from your Stand's close combat performance. The weather forecast's accuracy is very poor, but you're not poisoned. Your Stand isn't capable of controlling it down to the centimeter level... So, weather forecast, it's not you who's getting close to me, it's me who's getting close to you!"

Pucci, who looked like he was about to die, suddenly became energetic. "Because the air around you must be safe, I just need to take a few breaths! Weather Forecast, come and experience the power of my White Snake! Go!"

A long gurgling sound suddenly sounded. Weather Forecast had realized that something was wrong, but it was still too late. The white snake was very strong. Although its speed was very slow compared to Weather Forecast (stand-in), the things thrown out by this strength were fast enough!

The golden poison dart frog with the [DISC] inserted in it threw it towards Weather Forecast's face!

"I command you to self-destruct!"

While Weather Forecast was guarding against the white snake's sudden attack, Pucci lay on the ground without any grace. The venom exploded in the air and splashed everywhere. Weather Forecast had to deal with the creature he summoned. He still wanted to kill Pucci, but at this time, the prison guards with guns were already aiming at Weather Forecast!

"Don't move, kneel down immediately!"

Weather Forecast refused to kneel, so the guards, their warnings ineffective, opened fire!

Chapter 331 The Weakest Shameful But Useful

"Even if you know you'll die tomorrow, as long as you're aware of it, you won't be afraid of death!" Pucci lowered his head and showed the weather forecast his bloody severed hand. "Awareness will blow away all despair! Humanity will also be changed by it."

"You damn bastard..." Weather Forecast couldn't even utter a complete sentence before his mouth was covered. He was shot several times and didn't even have the strength to struggle. He was tied up and carried away by the prison guards, and was carried out of Pucci's sight. Pucci refused the suggestion to treat his palm and returned to the church alone, covering his bad hand.

"The attraction between people is like gravity. I just met you when I shouldn't have. Since you already know the true identity of the White Snake, don't go back to the cell. Stay in the confinement room. As for Xu Lun, she will also be sent to the isolation room. My plan is about to succeed, and all your [sins] will be washed away by me."

Krieg simply watched Pucci finish the weather forecast. He listened to Pucci's aria motionlessly, and then his perception of Pucci quickly declined. If he hadn't been constantly cheating, could this guy have survived this long?!

So, Father Pucci is truly despicable as a boss. Even Diablo, a despicable villain, acknowledges his inherent evil nature. Pucci, however, clearly aims to become the God of the New World, yet insists on convincing himself that his evil is for the happiness of all humanity. This is truly superficial. As the weather forecast famously said: "Your greatest sin is not even considering yourself a sinner... That is the most unforgivable sin." This description of Pucci is perfect. Diablo didn't even beg for mercy from Giorno in the end. Aren't you ashamed of begging for mercy from a child like Emporio?

Now came the main event. Krieg crouched against the wall and silently slipped down. Since he'd confirmed that Pucci couldn't be killed, there was no point in wasting his energy; he had more important things to do. As for Weather Forecast, since he'd become a dangerous, vicious individual immediately after his memory was restored, his safety didn't need any guarantees. Without his memory restored, he was a tool, and with it, he was an unstable factor. Let him recover on his own.

"Prisoner number FE40536, Jolyne Kujo! This is the second time you've gotten into trouble. Last time was a failed escape attempt, and this time it's an attack on a police officer! You won't say anything when asked, and even act like you're refusing to give in! According to the rules, we have to correct your behavior!"

"You can only eat one meal a day, you can only take one shower a day, nothing else! You are not allowed to work, read, make phone calls, bring things in, walk around, or even talk!"

Two bear-like prison guards carried Jolyne and pushed open the iron door of the confinement cell, throwing her in fiercely. "There's no fixed term! From today on, you will stay in this [Severe Punishment Isolation Cell]!"

The guard slammed the door shut, the already old iron door clanging with such force that Krieg, following behind, was speechless. With all due respect, is this even considered punishment?!

Krieg lowered the brim of his hat and let the two guards go first, nodding affably. The Green Dolphin had its own rotation system, and the two guards, aside from feeling it was a shame the young man was being a guard instead of acting in a movie, didn't notice anything unusual. After they left, Krieg turned and locked the door. Don't ask where he got his uniform; that unfortunate fellow, about his size, is still in the chimney.

As for Xu Lun, she is now swearing, "For my father, I can endure any hardship!"

Xu Lun, who was silently swearing in the confinement room, suddenly felt that the position was wrong. When he turned around, he saw a hole that looked very similar to the one in the middle of the toilet.

Xu Lun sat up suddenly, and when she waved her arms, she knocked over the food left here. A swarm of cockroaches and strange insects crawled out from inside, and some flying ones even flew onto Xu Lun. This time Xu Lun really couldn't bear it anymore and screamed!

"It's a woman, wahhhhh."

"There's a woman. I smell a woman!"

“Ohhhhh.”

"The smell is coming from the floor!"

The male prisoner, who had been suppressed here for who knows how long, let out a strange cry.

Compared to the interested Krieg, Xu Lun was obviously not so calm. She subconsciously moved closer to the small window of the solitary confinement room and tried to observe the surrounding environment, but saw a prison guard directly grab a prisoner's hand and crush the prisoner's wrist like squeezing bubble wrap.

This is so scary, are the prison guards here all monsters?! Xu Lun thought so.

You kid threw shit in the original book, you disgusting guy, go to hell, that's what Krieg thought. The perverts here all have a purpose. On the one hand, it is to bring psychological pressure to Xu Lun, and on the other hand, of course, it is an important sacrifice.

Should he wait for Anna Sui to rescue Xu Lun, or do it himself? Krieg quickly came to the conclusion that Anna Sui was not important at all. As long as the bones that Dio had given to Pucci had become spirits, it would make sense for him to stay here.

There are four stand users sent here by Pucci, so let's get rid of them first. They are all extremely evil sacrifices anyway, and they should have died long ago.

"Tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick, tick," Krieg whistled and knocked on every door, listening to the guys inside making either angry curses or terrified shouts, and then used a fishhook to open the doors of the confinement rooms one by one.