We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"Okay," Narancia regained his energy. He looked at the changed environment around him in amazement. After admiring it for a while, he suddenly thought of something, "Bucciarati, why haven't Mista and Giorno come back yet?"

Krieg, who was still summing up the gains and losses, was shocked. He had forgotten that there were two people missing. Bucciarati's reaction was even stronger, and he started looking directly.

"Tsk, I still can't help." Jiaqiu raised his hand, "Help me up, I don't want to be a useless person."

"Don't think like that. If there were no ice, we wouldn't be able to seize the opportunity of the boss to change the time." Krieg shook his head and helped Jiaqiu up.

"It's all ours now? They killed Meloni!" Gachu looked directly at Krieg. "If we join forces now, will you be so ruthless as to avenge him later?"

"I think you might have misunderstood something," Krieger slumped in his chair. "I won't avenge anyone. Okay, Big Brother is an exception, but Meloni, do I have a good relationship with him?"

"Is that your answer?"

"My actions are all based on calculated interests, not on broad-mindedness or personal integrity," Krieg said, glancing at Jiaqiu. "It's always been this way. Feelings are certainly a factor, but they're only one factor. They don't even compare to my personal interests."

"Are you really Bessie? Did something happen to Prosciut? How could your personality be so extreme?" Perhaps because he was injured too badly, or perhaps because of the lack of sugar, Jiaqiu didn't notice that he started to talk more.

"Brother is doing well. He's probably still on his way." Krieg stood up. "I'll go see if they've found Giorno. Then I can ask Giorno to build you a new arm."

"Bah."

Of course, Krieg would not go to see Bucciarati and the others. He was looking for something else. Diablo was a cautious, or even extremely cowardly person. When he contacted his subordinates, he either used mobile phones or emails. This was what Krieg needed.

The most likely place is the bell tower. Krieger took the elevator. The last time he came here, he paid 3 euros for the ticket, but this time it’s free, and it’s a life-threatening thing.

Krieg rubbed his head. His memories of his past life had become fragmented, and he had forgotten many things. Transmigrating to an old world wasn't a good thing. Many groundbreaking inventions and discoveries required an industrial foundation to realize, and even theories required a complete and flawless set of principles, not just a few formulas. Forget about scientific discoveries like heliocentrism, which could be calculated. Even the fact that lead causes poisoning was suppressed by profit-driven trusts. It took a century for common sense like pre-operative disinfection to be recognized. So how could some worthless person, traveling through time and space, become a great figure relying on ordinary knowledge and weak rhetoric?

Unless he is not a loser himself, anyone with ability will not have a bad life in that world.

Especially the magically modified 19th century. Thinking of this, Krieg's head hurt even more. If there were monsters in the century he lived in, there would definitely be official people to deal with these people, otherwise civilization would not be able to develop at all. So it is worth considering what the Ripper is that is still so unscrupulous in this era.

What a headache! Thinking of this, Krieg decided to make his boss suffer even more.

Chapter 41 Telephone Contact

It's a beautiful sunny day. A qualified final boss like Diablo is most suitable to go to hell in this kind of weather.

Krieg was searching for his boss's things on the top floor. After searching through all the boxes and drawers, he actually found them. In an inconspicuous corner was a rather large handbag containing a laptop and a mobile phone.

The laptop had a password, something Krieger had no knowledge of. But that didn't stop him from doing anything. He wasn't going to play around with the computer; he just needed to retrieve the storage media and read it. A laptop from the early 2000s should be quite valuable, Krieger thought. Without a trace of gentleness, he tapped the edge of the computer, pried it open along the crack, and removed the hard drive.

He wanted to take it back, but there was no standard charging port in the 19th century. As for the mobile phone, Diablo did not design a password. He probably didn't think he would lose the phone. He just pressed the phone screen and it lit up. The greeting text appeared on the screen first.

It’s not a customized phone?

Krieger fiddled with this little glowing gadget. Having lived in the 19th century for a long time, he had long forgotten what it felt like to use a mobile phone. After some operation, he finally remembered how to find the folder that was not displayed on the desktop.

Well, looking at the mess of characters, Krieg remembered that he didn't even recognize slightly complex Italian. Even with his fragmented understanding, he could see that there was no secret here.

Let's just look at the address book. At least the names can be spelled out, and this is the treasure that Krieg wants to find.

First up are Clash and Talking Head. They are very loyal to their boss, but that doesn't mean they have ever seen or heard the boss speak. They are the best choices to impersonate the boss.

"Hello, boss? This is Di Chano."

"Go kill a pink-haired man with a disabled left hand and missing face starting from the jaw," Krieg deliberately lowered his voice and his voice was very close to the boss's.

"Yes, Boss, what's the time and place?"

"There will be a new mission later. Someone on my side has betrayed me. The traitor and the target will appear in similar locations. You know what to do." Without waiting for Di Chano to speak, Krieg hung up the phone.

Hopefully, the boss's brutal methods will scare them enough to be interesting. If they realize he's not Diablo, or if Diablo's next order conflicts with the previous one, then given their intelligence, they'll easily guess the target is the boss, and might they harbor some ulterior motives?

If they didn't recognize me and really thought I was the boss, then they would never dare to ask questions that would bring bad luck to the boss. They would only imagine attacking Diablo or Tobio. It would be impossible to solve the Scarlet King with the strength of [Impact]. There is no need to worry about them stealing the kills, but the boss will definitely be injured. No matter how you look at it, it is a sure-win deal.

As for Notorious B.I.G., Krieg had no intention of crossing paths with him. Who knew why he was so resentful before his death? Given the terror the boss used, it was hard to believe he'd willingly sought death. It was more likely that the resentment was fueled by the prospect of death itself. Krieg only knew the boss would appear near Bucciarati and the others, but no one knew where exactly. The Notorious B.I.G. would be extremely dangerous to innocent people in the city, but to the boss, he wasn't even a threat.

Finally, there is Chocolat and Psycho, the combustible waste combination.

Chocolat's perversion is one of the most extreme in the entire Jojo series. Even his boss, Diablo, loathes him, describing him as "a piece of utterly awful, despicable trash." However, [Youth] is a truly terrifying ability, capable of attacking entire cities, entire nations, and even expanding to encompass all living things. This indiscriminate attacking Stand is invincible unless the original body is found. As for his pet, Psycho, perhaps they both believe they are the master, another pervert, and their level of perversion isn't as deep as Chocolat's, but that's just not as deep as Chocolat's.

[Oasis] is Psycho's stand. Psycho usually wears the stand on her body, which can turn objects she touches into mud. Psycho usually uses this ability on the ground, but it can also be used on other objects or even the human body that come into direct contact with it. It is a very practical ability, and it is quite scary with the double A panel of strength and speed. If Bucciarati had not been in the state of a living dead when facing Psycho, Bucciarati would not have been able to withstand Psycho's attack.

Chocolat's Stand ability will only activate when the opponent falls, while Psycho's ground softening ability will force the opponent to fall. In terms of personality and ability, they can be said to be the best JOJO duo, after all, they are two perverts.

Judging from the boss's words, or from the words of the Burnable Garbage Combination, they may have met in real life. Maybe they met Tobio, or maybe Diablo. It doesn't matter. It's too difficult to mobilize these two people to attack Diablo. Krieg doesn't have the dark will to sacrifice a city, so forget it.

Out of a sense of bad taste, Krieg still called Chocolatier and hung up without saying a word before the strange voice of "Very good! Very good, very good, very good" stopped. Let the pervert be suspicious.

Krieg pinched his index finger. Diablo's whereabouts were a mystery. He would definitely seek revenge on Bucciarati, but when and how was uncertain. Italy's Stand users were definitely more than just those who appeared in the plot. From Giorno's perspective, in just a few days, two to four enemies appeared every day. This frequency was definitely not low.

Jian has been in the organization for so many years, and with the right to be more effective than the government, it is hard to believe how many Stand users are lurking in the dark.

By the way, why doesn't Diablo become president? Even if it's for safety, he can just support a puppet in power. How can selling drugs make as much money as selling cigarettes and alcohol, and how can selling cigarettes and alcohol make as much money as running a money printing machine? I totally don't understand the thinking of these gangsters.

Now all we have to do is wait for Bucciarati to be attacked. Now that there are no zombies, how are we going to pass the combustible garbage combination level?

Krieg laughed in silence while sitting in the elevator. It’s none of my business. Let Bucciarati and the others worry about it.

I just want to finish the job and go back to my house for a good night's sleep.

pa: This is py's "Me and the Yukinoshita Twins"

Kirino entered the afterlife (Angel's Heartbeat) due to sudden death, and because of her serious mistakes, her gender was changed and she was reborn as Yukinoshita's twin sister.

She doesn't want to be a girl and has been working hard to save money. She wants to move out of Yukinoshita's house and date girls online, but she ends up meeting her own sister, Yukinoshita Haruno.

Yuigahama, stop pretending! When you think you like me, it proves that you are a Yukino fan!

Huh? Yukinoshita, could it be that you're attracted to me, someone with the same face as you? No, that's just narcissism.

Also, the three members of the Yukinoshita family.

(Involving Oregairu, Passerby, Angel Heartbeat, SAO!)

Chapter 42 Diablo is so lucky (5/8)

Damn, damn, damn.

Diablo did not leave. He just hid in a secluded corner and patiently looked for an opportunity.

He never thought he would be pushed to this extent.

If the missing left hand was a minor problem, then the loss of his jaw and tongue was a major issue. He couldn't speak, and foreseeably couldn't eat either. Liquid food didn't really count. His phone and computer were left in the bell tower. He couldn't get past the crowds. Even in his prime, he couldn't get around so many people in the church without making a sound. And now he couldn't even stand steadily.

The ultra-low temperature is losing its effect. The good news is that he no longer has to worry about dying from hypothermia. The bad news is that he doesn't have much time left.

If he really left as Krieg guessed, Diablo would have gone to the hospital to stop the bleeding, but he was delayed like this and there was not enough time. Diablo could already imagine how spectacularly his blood would gush out under the blood pressure when the ice melted.

I am the Emperor of Darkness, how can I die here?!

Diablo knew that this was not a sterile environment. Even if the bleeding could be stopped, the infections and complications that followed would only make his life worse than death.

Diablo, who became more and more superstitious at the moment of life and death, wanted to kill all those who knew about it. As long as no one knew who he was, he would be the eternal emperor of darkness. Unfortunately, he was powerless now.

Bucciarati and the others were limping outside looking for Giorno and Mista. Diavolo saw it clearly, but it was useless because Giorno and Mista were right next to him!

Only the [Golden Experience] can save him. Only the [Golden Experience], he must let Giorno heal him! At any cost!

Thanks to the ice, the things that almost killed him were kept at a low enough temperature and remained fragile, even breaking into pieces finer than sand.

Diavolo used the crushed ice to smear the wounds of Giorno and Mista and dragged them to a hidden room. Even without the crushed ice, Giorno's wounds had healed and Mista had almost bled dry. Thanks to the cleaning staff of the church, they did a really good job and there was no trace left at all.

Bucciarati shouted a few times outside and moved again. Diavolo had to speed up his actions. If they couldn't find these two people, [Melancholic Blues] would find him as well.

One of them had his chest smashed by me, but he was still breathing. Another one had his larynx crushed, but he actually used a sea urchin made from his larynx to support his trachea. His spine was also repaired. These two traitors are really lucky to survive.

Fortunately, Giorno's spine was not injured, otherwise I would not be able to recover from my injuries.

After confirming that there was no one outside, Diavolo was about to wake Giorno up. Giorno, whose vision was blurred, was about to turn the sea urchin back into a larynx when a force locked his neck.

There was a man without a face. Who was this? Am I in hell?

Giorno's eyes widened. In front of him was a monster without skin and the lower half of its head. He could even see the monster's trachea.

What's standing behind that monster? Isn't that the Stand that attacked him and Mista? Is this monster in front of him the boss's real body?

Giorno wanted to launch an attack, but the boss was faster and tore off half of Mista's leg. However, there was not much blood left in Mista's body. Even though he was still a bloody mess, his blood vessels were indeed empty.

Mista is dying, I have to save him!

Giorno struggled. His vocal cords were damaged, and he couldn't speak, not even to ask for help. He knew what the boss was doing. He couldn't survive this injury unless I treated him. That's why he brought Mista with him. He wanted to use Mista to threaten me!

Sure enough, even though Giorno struggled violently, the boss didn't do anything to him. He just pulled off another of Mista's legs. Giorno was so frightened that he dared not move, for fear that the boss would kill Mista directly.

The probability of threatening a person's own safety leading to anger and pleading is 50-50, but the possibility of hurting those around him leading to pleading is much greater than anger, and even anger will not be expressed in front of the threat maker.

No, I can't heal the boss. Although I don't know who hurt him like this, it will definitely not happen a second time. Giorno, who has witnessed the boss's ability with his own eyes, knows very well that as long as he heals the boss, no one can defeat him.

If I could trade my life for my boss's, I'd be happy to do it, but what about Mista? Am I going to watch him die?!

"Mr. Jotaro, the gangs here have suddenly become active recently," Hirose Koichi called Japan again, "They seem to be fighting over something important. There may be something unusual here."

If Koichi really went to beat up some thugs, he would know that the gang was only looking for the boss's daughter Trish. However, the protagonists in the entire Jojo 4 never killed anyone. Even Kira Yoshikage was hit and killed by an ambulance. Koichi could not convince himself to actively attack others for information. He was a good student with excellent character and academic performance.

Of course, as we all know, his moral character was taught by his mother, and his studies were taught by Yukako Yamagishi.

So, these words sounded different to Jotaro. Having collected arrows for many years, he became very sensitive, and Koichi's words were indeed very ambiguous.

"Kouichi, you said there are many Stand users in this [Enthusiasm Organization]?"

"Yeah, I wonder how Giorno is doing in there. The mafia isn't a good place to be, after all. Giorno is younger than me, after all." Koichi rolled up the phone cord, his feet clacking on the chair. "Mr. Jotaro, do you have any suggestions?"

"Well, I suspect the [Arrow] I'm looking for has appeared in Naples. The number of Stand Users is a bit unusual. I'll pack my bags and we'll meet at the airport."

"Mr. Jotaro, are you coming to Italy? I'd be relieved. The people here are so unsophisticated. I'm always worried about some dangers. Speaking of which, the mafia has never been peaceful since Giorno joined. Oh, the phone bill is about to go up. Goodbye, Mr. Jotaro."

"Okay," Jotaro put down the phone. The abnormality in Italy would definitely not appear out of thin air. It might be related to Giorno.

As expected, he is DIO's son. Just like his father, he will never be quiet no matter where he is.

Chapter 43 It’s just bad luck

The meaning of Diablo's threat is already very clear. Giorno wants to do the right thing. As long as he insists on not getting treatment, Diablo will definitely die, and Italy will recover....

Does it really happen?

[Passion] is already a huge and complex organization. If the boss is gone, there will be a new boss. Even if he and the boss perish together, will it be Bucciarati who sits in that position? Or some other stranger?

He can't be cured, nothing can be done about it, but Mista won't die, and neither will I.

Everyone will be safe, Giorno thought with difficulty. He touched his boss's clothes lightly, and the remaining pieces of clothes transformed into a complete jaw, with tongue and teeth intact.

Diavolo was ecstatic. Yes, that's it. He released Giorno's neck and signaled him to treat him quickly.

Giorno just looked at him, motionless.

What are you doing!

Diablo was furious. He wanted to teach this ignorant little thug a lesson, but he suddenly had a new idea. This time he did not hurt Mista, but instead pieced his body together.

"You have to let me save Mista, then I can heal you." Giorno's words were unclear, but they sounded like music to Diavolo's ears.

Diavolo made an exchange gesture, Giorno lowered his eyelids, tacitly agreed with Diavolo's words, and rested his chin on Diavolo.

The originally mismatched jaw twisted twice and automatically merged with Diablo's missing part.

"Hah," Diavolo opened his mouth, not hiding his admiration for the [Golden Experience] ability. "Very good, Giorno, this should be the beginning of our cooperation. Now you can heal one of Mista's legs. Remember, only one leg!"

Giorno was no longer able to speak. He wanted to use all his strength to treat Mista and take him away at the same time.

Although I don't know why the boss was injured to this extent, but Bucciarati can still walk, which means that the severity of his injuries is less serious than the boss! As long as he sees Bucciarati, with the boss's injuries, they will definitely be the ones who survive!

Giorno put his hand on Mista's body, and it was still warm. His most serious injury was in his lungs, not his heart. Mista could still be alive!

"Giorno, you may have been deceived by Bucciarati. Let me ask you, are you still willing to work enthusiastically? I am still short of a cadre." Diavolo groped his chin, and even the nerves and blood vessels were aligned. What a terrifying ability. No one can die as long as he is there.

Giorno was concentrating on treating Mista and didn't reply. Diavolo didn't care. Even if Giorno really agreed, he would not let him survive today. It's a pity that Giorno has seen my face, otherwise I would really let him live.

"Alright, one leg is done," Diavolo pressed down on Giorno's shoulder, "now treat my skin and left hand!"

Giorno's eyes narrowed.

His original plan was to heal the boss's jaw without doing anything so that the boss wouldn't notice anything, then secretly inject energy into the boss's arm while healing it, turning his arm into a piranha, and then he would take Mista away, but the boss's sudden order shattered his plan.

No, even if I take Mista away now, the bumps on the road will kill him. I must heal Mista first, or at least make sure his body is intact before I can leave. But I can't treat the boss either, as this will make everyone's efforts go to waste!

"What's wrong? Giorno?" Diavolo noticed something was wrong, and Giorno's movements slowed down significantly.

Is there anything we can do now? The ladybug badge isn't on the boss, and his chin has run out of Stand energy. There has to be another way, there has to be!

Giorno stopped moving, as quiet as a statue. Diavolo grabbed his collar and the Crimson King immediately broke Giorno's left hand, but Giorno just groaned. "Do you feel like you don't have a hand now?"

Diavolo's face was grim, his composure and patience were about to be worn away by the pain. "Giorno, do you want Mista to die?"

Mista, yes, I still have Mista, but I will feel sorry for him if I do this, but this is the only way now!

"Okay," Giorno agreed to Diavolo's order.