We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"Now, hurry up!" Diavolo stared at Giorno, not missing any expression on his face.

Giorno fell back to the ground, using his hands to support himself on the tiles to prevent himself from falling. Seeing Giorno so weak, Diavolo became more alert. The weaker the enemy, the more powerful his desperate fight would be. He didn't want to capsize in the darkness before dawn.

"I don't have the raw materials," Giorno faced his boss's gaze calmly.

"Hmph," the Crimson King shaved a piece of the pillar and held it in front of Giorno. "Not big enough, one arm needs more," Giorno weighed it and spoke again. He looked directly at his boss, not backing down. "That's not enough," the impatient Diavolo cut off half of the pillar, weighing at least one or two tons.

Although he couldn't use a steamroller as a shot put like [World], or make the teaching building shake with one punch like [Platinum Star], the strength of [King Crimson] was definitely monstrous.

"That's about it," Giorno nodded. He knew that his boss was threatening him, but he remained calm, as if this scene was very common.

Giorno pressed his hands against the pillar, the color quickly draining from his face.

Transforming a living being requires the energy of a Stand, and Diablo knew this very well. However, as Giorno's face grew paler and paler, until it was no different from a blank sheet of paper, he became increasingly uneasy. He finally couldn't help but speak up to stop him, "Stop first, I..."

At this moment, something strange happened. The squirming pillar did not turn into his arm, but several hyenas crawled out of the pillar. "Giorno!" Diavolo roared, and the [Scarlet King] immediately blew up the leading hyena. However, Giorno, who had just stayed in the same place, had already hugged Mista. Several mighty wolves or dogs were biting their arms and dragging them away.

That's not a wolf, it's a husky! The husky at the back turned around with a devilish expression, jumped onto Mista, and turned into a thigh, filling in his missing body. So, Mista could move again!

I, Diablo, was actually mocked by a dog today. Before Diablo could really do anything, Giorno had already moved hundreds of meters.

After all, it was a sled dog that roamed across Siberia, so it could easily pull two people. Giorno took the opportunity to yell with his broken voice, "Bucciarati, I'm here! The boss is right next to me!"

ps: I originally thought that I could finish JOJO within 3 words, but when I was having dinner, I thought of a super cool ending, and immediately wrote it down in a memo. I was so excited for a long time that I wrote a rough outline of the ending before writing the update, so JOJO still has at least 6 or 7 words.

Does anyone still have blades? Looks like I'm going to be in full attendance this month, hahahahahaha.

Chapter 44: Meeting Your Own End

By the time Bucciarati and his companions arrived in a hurry, the boss had disappeared.

Just as Giorno was explaining to them what happened, Krieg happened to come downstairs and met them. In a not very friendly but very cordial atmosphere, Gaschu cured his disability, and Krieg no longer had to move around with a pig-headed face.

Having regained his arm, Jiaqiu said nothing. With all the grudges and grievances mixed together, even he didn't know what to do. Krieg didn't want to stay in this awkward situation any longer. They had joined forces against a common enemy, but they were definitely not companions.

Only Krieg and Bucciarati, sympathetic to each other, exchanged phone numbers, agreeing to notify each other as soon as they had any leads. After Giorno made another speech about "I have a dream," trying to infect them with his charisma, Krieg pulled Gacho away.

He had already realized during this period that everyone present was alive, and the living dead did not exist at all, so let them worry about [Youth Years].

By the way, because all the boats were sunk, it was Jiaqiu who froze a piece of ice for them to row across.

If you look at it from a God's perspective, what happened in the church was perfect. The boss was weakened and no one died, except that Giorno and Mista seemed to be getting more and more serious. At the same time, Giorno only talked about healing the boss's skin. Krieg didn't hear anything about the boss being able to speak.

Hopefully nothing will go wrong, hopefully.

"Where are we going now?" After walking for a while, Jiaqiu finally couldn't help asking.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me." Krieg looked at him curiously. "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Huh? Are you a child?" Jiaqiu looked like he was about to lose his temper, but he shrank back at the critical moment. He didn't know why he always felt that Bessie had become very scary, even scarier than Risut. "I'm not angry, but we should contact Risut. Now that we know what the boss looks like, let's just kill him and the organization will be ours!"

Do you always call Risut directly?!

Krieg found that he might not know enough about the assassination team. In the real world, everyone has their own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness. His understanding of the characters is just one aspect of the knowledge presented in the plot.

After all, you should have died long ago. Krieg's mind was filled with strange emotions. Seeing Jiaqiu's eyes seeking advice, he laughed dumbly, "Then go ahead and fight. I'm not stopping you."

I thought you had leadership qualities, but it turns out you're still that Bessie. Jiaqiu breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm asking you to fight."

"Don't make trouble. Do you think I look like a smart person?"

"It's been the same since we met, but after you said that, I felt like you didn't look very smart."

Krieger suddenly stopped and pointed at the pizza shop window. "Look at that window. It's big and bright, just like this sausage, roasted and hanging. I happen to have a cable. Do you want to see if you look like a sausage?"

Jiaqiu made a gesture of surrender, and after a while the two of them couldn't help laughing again.

"It's great to be alive," Krieg walked freely down the street, his mouth full of food while Gacho made the call. "It's safe now. Once the boss confirms his safety, all the Stand users in Italy will come and attack me. Hopefully, they'll all be familiar faces." Krieg figured it out. He enjoyed the danger and the thrill of the challenge, but he definitely didn't want to be in this situation every day.

Even if I love the sea, I can't jump into it, Krieger slumped on the bench, breaking some sweet bread to feed the seagulls.

"Risut already knows what happened, but he has no way to contact Prosut," Gachu walked out of the booth. Krieg was surrounded by a circle of seagulls. He pushed the seagulls away casually, but the lazy seagulls, who were full, cried out in dissatisfaction and were still unwilling to leave.

"When and how did you become popular with the seagulls? No, where did you get the money when your clothes were torn?"

Krieg shook the hook, and Jiaqiu was even more speechless. "I feel like I've become your little brother, and you don't have to do anything."

"Well, Prosut will always be my big brother!" Krieg nodded and pulled the seagull out of the bag. "Bad bird, bad bird."

"Are you mocking me?!"

"By the way, are you hungry?"

"Ha, you think I'm really delicious!"

Krieg twirled his index finger. Now that his boss's true identity had been exposed, if Bucciarati and the others had searched online, Polnareff would have found them, and the decisive battle would have occurred on the road to the Colosseum. If they had simply investigated secretly, the duel would have taken place anywhere in Italy. In any case, Risotto would have been spared his fate of dying in Sardinia, and so would Abbazia.

If Bucciarati and the others had acted quickly enough, perhaps everyone could have met the end?

Krieg threw the remaining bread to Jiaqiu, stood up and said to him, "Next, I will go look for my brother. I will let you know when we meet."

"Wait, at least tonight, all the Stand users in the organization will come looking for us. You want to act alone? Do you know what happens to people who suggest separation in horror movies?"

"Obviously, I'm not the one to worry about in this situation," Krieg pushed Gacho back onto the bench, waved his hand and walked away.

He is about to face his own final battle, an ending that will be his alone.

[Note: Risotto's timeline]

He decided to lead the whole group in rebellion.

He ordered team member Formaggio to stay at the headquarters, while the others went to various places to search for clues and deal with the assassination team cadres.

He took his team members Jiaqiu and Meloni to the home of the boss's daughter Trish to arrest Trish, but they were one step too late. She had already been taken away by the cadre Bellicoro.

They searched Trish's house for clues but to no avail. Two days later, Formaggio deduced from the death of cadre Polpo that the Bugaradi group was related to the boss's daughter.

He ordered Formaggio to search, and ordered team member Illuso to fly back to Naples for support, while he continued to track Bellicoro.

The next day, Formaggio died.

He locked onto the Bucciarati team and ordered the other team members to rush back to hunt down the Bucciarati team and seize his daughter. He finally tracked down Bellicoro, but found that he had died at the train station. There were ashes of a burnt photo next to his body. He took the ashes of the photo and went to find someone to repair the photo.

Illuso dies.

He learned that the newly arrived team members Prosciutto and Bessie continued to hunt down the Bucharadi group, Meloni went to support them, and Gacho was on standby waiting to track down clues after the restored photos.

Prosciutto and Bessie were full of life.

He was contacted by Meloni at the photo restoration office.

Meroni died.

He ordered Gacho to track down the information of the vehicles stolen by the Bugaradi team, and at the same time speed up the restoration of the photos. After the restoration of the photos was completed, he passed the photos to Gacho and set off for Venice, where the clues pointed.

Gacho is eating bread.

The next day, when he arrived in Venice, Gaccio called and said that half of the team members were alive. The clues were obvious. Risut had avoided the worst ending and he still had a partner.

Chapter 45: The Invincible Jotaro Arrives Today

Venice Marco Polo International Airport, midnight.

"Ha~" Hirose Koichi yawned loudly. It really annoyed him to come to the airport in the middle of the night, especially since he had an unpleasant experience at the airport last time. However, he came to pick up Mr. Jotaro today, so he should be more energetic.

Koichi patted his face. As long as Mr. Jotaro was here, there would be no problem here. There was no problem in the world that could stump the invincible Mr. Jotaro and his [Star Platinum]. Koichi was very sure of this.

Then someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Wow," Koichi frantically grabbed the phone and looked back to see who was calling him. He rubbed his eyes. The middle-aged man in the white windbreaker was also wearing a hat late at night. This distinctive feature made Koichi smile. "Mr. Jotaro, you're here!"

By the time the fifth part begins, Jotaro is already 30 years old. His long years of experience at sea have made him more mature. Koichi can already notice with his peripheral vision that many women are secretly looking at Mr. Jotaro.

"Don't use honorifics, I've told you many times," Jotaro put away the tourist map in his hand, folded it and stuffed it into his arms. Behind him was a box of luggage that was almost as tall as Koichi, and it looked incredibly heavy.

"Ahahaha," Koichi laughed awkwardly. During the days in Morioh Town, Koichi already knew that the 1.95 meter tall man in front of him was the nephew of his good friend Josuke Higashikata, which meant that Josuke was Jotaro's uncle. Both of them were a little bothered by this.

Although no one mentioned it during those days, everyone knew about it in their hearts. However, Koichi called Jotaro Mr. Jotaro not because of this matter, but because Jotaro was really a qualified elder, silent, calm, strong, reliable, and all the words that can describe a man can be found in him. After Jotaro commissioned Koichi to investigate Giorno (travel at public expense), Koichi became even more confident.

As long as Mr. Jotaro is here, there will be no problem here. Important things must be said twice!

Koichi tried to help Jotaro push the box, but he didn't know what was inside. Koichi pushed hard but it didn't move at all.

"Mr. Jotaro, why don't you buy a box with wheels?"

"No need," Jotaro picked up the box with one hand. His sturdy body made Kang Yi envious. I am 157cm tall, why do I always look so small in front of Mr. Jotaro? I also want to be a man like that.

Koichi was a little depressed and followed Jotaro out of the airport. Although he had been here for quite some time, Jotaro was more like the master of this place and was even familiar with the routes.

He is indeed the person I respect the most. Kang Yi feels like a fan meeting his idol. He looks so handsome no matter how I look at him.

"Let's go to the hotel," Jotaro put his luggage in the trunk and said to the driver from the SPW Foundation who came to pick him up.

Koichi followed Jotaro into the back seat. Seeing that Jotaro had no intention of speaking first, he spoke first, "Mr. Jotaro, you're here very quickly. Is there really something unusual going on in Italy?" Koichi pulled a newspaper clipping from his pocket and said, "From what I can find out, things are not going well in Naples lately. I heard a terrible murder occurred, but it was covered up for a few days and was only reported today."

"Hmm," Jotaro took the briefing and started reading it, "It certainly looks like the work of a Stand user."

"The gangs here call themselves the 'Passionate Organization.' I heard from passersby that the newspapers and other media industries here are controlled by the gangs. I don't know why they suddenly reported it, but it's like a protest."

"All this news happened after Giorno joined the mafia?"

"Yeah, but I think Giorno is a good person. These things should have nothing to do with him. Will he be in danger?" Koichi was a little worried. He is such a character who sympathizes with everyone. Although he looks stupid, Koichi does have this ability and will really help others, as always.

"Kōichi," Jotaro closed his eyes, "I don't know why you made such an evaluation of Giorno. I only know that his father is Dio, a vampire who did all kinds of evil. Those days in Egypt are the most unforgettable memories of my life, but this has nothing to do with him. I won't make any comments about Giorno before I meet him in person."

Because the driver is also a member of the SPW Group, they don't need to hide anything. When it comes to finding people, the SPW Group can provide more help than anyone else, except for his grandfather, Joseph Joestar. However, at this time, the old man is already a frail old man and can no longer provide any help.

"That's right?" Koichi had no idea what Jotaro was thinking, but it was obvious he was in a bad mood. Koichi quickly changed the subject. "This is the timeline marked by the SPW Foundation. Drug-related crimes have been increasing rapidly throughout Europe in recent years. The source is [passion]. The crime index has increased twentyfold in the few years since the organization was founded. In recent years, it has been getting higher and higher, even surpassing all the cases in previous years combined. In addition to the members lurking in every corner of society, many members have already come to the fore."

"Is this the organization with so many Stand users?"

"I'm afraid it's more than that," Koichi continued to hand Jotaro newspapers. Each newspaper had a large section recording news that was similar to urban legends. "Look at these, how they died. I've talked to passers-by many times. Because Stand Users are attracted to each other, I've also created many strange Stands. If my information is correct, it's possible that all the Stand Users here belong to organizations. There are no independent or natural Stand Users."

"Well, whether this organization has arrows or not, they definitely have serious problems."

"Do you need any help, Mr. Jotaro, and little brother Koichi?" The driver, who was concentrating on driving, also asked, "Our SPW consortium is also very interested in the market here. If you need any help, please let us join."

"No need, Koichi and I are enough here. I will go and find out the strength of this organization first," Jotaro lowered his hat.

"Really? Can I go on an adventure with Jotaro-san?" Koichi leaned back in his chair excitedly. He could finally go on an adventure with Jotaro again. It was a pity that Josuke and Okuyasu were not here. If only Rohan-sensei was here, they could gather all the information in a flash.

Suddenly, a question occurred to Koichi, "Mr. Jotaro, how do we find this organization?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," Jotaro made an invincible sound, "Find a drug dealer and beat him up."

I knew it, Kang Yi held his forehead and smiled bitterly.

ps: I was confused during the Dragon Boat Festival. Yesterday's update was not an extra update, but a normal update. It has been modified.

Chapter 46: Multiple Dynamics

"Cut it off."

After parting with Jiaqiu, Krieg found a hotel and had a good sleep in the room. After the room was filled with fishing lines, he finally didn't have to worry about physical attacks. When he woke up, it was already the next morning. After washing up, he immediately sat down in the barber shop.

"Sir, are you sure you want to shave your head? Baldness is always a difficult hairstyle to control. It doesn't suit your face shape. You are not very old, why do you have to shave it off?" I suggest using this one."

"Don't talk, I just need to shave it off, shave it all off. If you don't cut my hair, I'll find someone else," Krieg said firmly. No matter what world it is, he would never be willing to walk around with a head of green hair. God knows what happened when Krieg got up early in the morning and looked in the mirror and almost scared himself.

The radish has become a spirit! There is a radish here that can talk. The barber suppressed his inner laughter. He understood why the customer asked for a bald head right from the start.

"Okay, sir, if you insist," the barber said with an embarrassed expression, "even if the final result is not good, you will still pay, right?"

"???"

This world takes appearance too seriously!

Five minutes later, Krieg came out of the barber shop. He became balder and stronger. Sometimes you have to believe in the metaphysics that baldness increases critical strike rate. It is common sense that the balder you are, the stronger you are.

The most infuriating thing is that excessive secretion of male hormones is a major cause of hair loss, and the idea of ​​baldness attack is actually backed by scientific research.

After changing into a normal T-shirt and hoodie, and putting on a hat, Krieg was finally satisfied with his appearance. As long as he pulled the hat closer, not only the pursuers but even he himself could not recognize who was reflected in the window.

About 26 hours have passed since the boss left, and there have been no pursuers. Although Krieg is very surprised, he doesn't mind enjoying this moment of peace.

Suddenly free, he didn't know what to do. Krieg wanted to wait for Bucciarati to call, but unfortunately the phone remained silent. Krieg had to pretend to be a tourist and stroll slowly on the street, maybe he would run into something.

Stand users are attracted to each other, and Krieg never worries about spoiling the fun.

In contrast to the relaxed Krieg, he was unaware that behind this tranquility was Jotaro, who had risen early for his morning exercise and had already destroyed two strongholds, plunging the entire Venetian mafia into chaos. Jotaro, Kōichi, Gaku, Risotto, Bucciarati, and the others had divided the pursuers, leaving no one aware of Krieg, who was still wandering alone. Similarly, because Diablo hadn't seen Prosciutto on the island, his elder brother wasn't pursued.

Just when some people are safe, others are in danger.

On the yacht, the infamous Big I.G. had already entangled Bucciarati and his crew. Trish's finally awakened "Gal" was softening the entire ship, and Giorno's conjured barracuda was attracting its attack. Big I.G. had no other solution, and as an unconscious, dead double, it could only sink to the bottom of the water. Meanwhile, in the textile factory, Jotaro sat in a chair, Koichi standing before him. The officer being tortured held his hands tightly together, and gravity pulled him down, slowly sinking into the mud.

The mud was made by Jotaro after he smashed the floor. For Star Platinum, who has a super strong panel, he can smash the floor at will. Even if he wants to beat up gangsters, he can slap the mosquitoes on the gangsters' faces and leave the gangsters unharmed.

"My patience is limited. Who is your boss and where is he now?" Jotaro grabbed the cadre's legs, and the cadre turned upside down with his arms and half of his head stuck in the mud.