We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"Oh, right away."

Krieger immediately boarded the train. According to Bessie's personality, he would not question Prosciut's words.

The next moment is when Bucciarati and his crew enter the Turtle. Krieger has no intention of changing this part of the future. Just when he saw Bucciarati, he received a message.

[Important plot characters have been contacted: Bucciarati and his group]

You got an extra reward

[You have obtained the legacy, the magic scroll: Korix's Killing Wall]

[Koryx's Killing Wall creates an ice wall that lasts for three seconds, slowing down all creatures except the user and causing frostbite.

Damn it, I didn’t invent a supporting magic, you believe me - Mage Koryx]

[Currently held items: Korix's Killing Wall*1, Human Soul Fragments*3]

Looking at the mage's message, Krieg was speechless. Clearly, the mage wasn't some formidable figure. The word "legacy" he'd specifically included seemed to radiate malice. As for the human soul, it was probably the legacy of three thugs. He had no idea what it was for. The ability to collect souls didn't seem like a benevolent use. Krieg sighed again, beginning to feel like he'd sighed more today than he had in a whole year.

Minor changes?

Krieg took off his coat. The fluff near the collar made him feel uncomfortable. Even though Bucciarati rushed onto the train in front of him, Krieg still shook his coat calmly.

"Bessie, hey, Bessie, what are you doing!" Prosciut held the door and looked at Krieg breathlessly, "Why do I see you here!"

"I saw it, big brother! Bucciarati is hiding in front with a turtle in his arms! They're all in front!" Krieg shouted, leaving Prosciutto no time to think. He decided to change the plot, "My Beach Boys are following them. They can't get away!"

Although the assassination team and the protagonist's team are both enemies of the boss, their different ideas make it impossible for them to cooperate. Except for the final [Golden Experience Requiem], the protagonist and his team can't help much in front of the boss. On the contrary, once Giorno's [Golden Experience] evolves into [Golden Experience Requiem], it means that Krieg's mission will completely fail.

The fifth part of JOJO is set in a gangster background. Even if Krieg likes the characters in it very much, he cannot deny that most of the protagonists here have nothing to do with good people. Before the end of the story, almost everyone's hands, even the best-reputed Bucciarati's hands are stained with blood. The helpful golden spirit cannot cover up what they have done.

Your story ends here, Krieg made up his mind, I won’t let you die, but you have to leave here!

"Well done, Bessie! You've really grown!" Prosciut raised his eyebrows in delight, and the lines of his face softened. "We must capture that girl alive. No one can stand in our way!"

"Yes, brother, they just entered the cab, but my beach boy could only detect two living creatures."

Prosut bent down and peered inside through the crack under the car door. "Two living creatures? Quickly use your Beach Boy to attack them. They can't just disappear for no reason."

Krieg pinched his index finger to keep the fishing rod horizontal. Proshut was a smart man, and he was thinking about how to guide Proshut to discover the abnormality inside.

"Wait a minute, big brother," Krieg said, despite the risk of being exposed. As long as Heroic Death reached the main team first and there was no concern about capturing Trish alive, he had a high chance of escaping the main team. "We're on a moving train, so it's normal for someone to be in the driver's cab. What if I attack them and kill them? We don't know if they've managed to get off the train, so let's look for them first."

"Bessie, yo Bessie, we're going to do something big here. Those guys are definitely in this car, [The Grateful Dead]!" As Prosciutto said the name of the stand-in, the stand-in with eyes all over his upper body appeared behind him. He had no feet, and strong arms with only three fingers supported the terrifying body of The Grateful Dead.

"Brother, we just want to capture the girl alive. There is no need to kill them. There are tourists here." After all, Krieg lives in a good society. The conscience cultivated by the growth environment of nearly forty years in two lives cannot be completely erased even by the threat of death. This conscience makes him have to stop Proshut.

To Krieg's surprise, Prosut grabbed his shirt and lifted him up. "Bessie, do you know what you're saying? We have no way out. If the boss finds out about our betrayal, we'll be punished by the organization! You've been with me for two years, and you're still acting like a mama's boy! You keep saying you want to be the boss, but how can you be so weak?"

“But we don’t have to.”

"Ha!" Proshut shouted even louder, suppressing Krieg's defense. "Do you think you're a good person? A messenger of justice? Do you want to die?"

No, no, Prosut's last words struck Krieg's heart. Yeah, I can't even protect myself, and my body is being used as food by that monster. How can I still have the mind to sympathize with others? I will show mercy to the protagonists, but will the protagonists care about his life?

In the original novel, Prosciutto is crushed by a train, and Bessie is cut into several pieces. They have already become enemies with Bucciarati and his crew. Even if he turns around and leaves now, does he still have to cry and beg the boss to let him go? And finally continue to experience the feeling of being eaten?

"You're too weak, Bessie! You still have some fear left in you! You haven't grown up enough!" Seeing Bessie standing there in a daze, Prosciutto's tone softened, but his hand gripped his collar even tighter. "If you don't grow up, we won't be able to hold onto the honor. Your [Beach Boy] is a powerful ability, but you, as its owner, haven't realized it yet. When you saw Bucciarati and the others enter the cab, you should have confronted them!"

Before he could finish his words, the door lock of the cab was slapped crooked by [Heroic Martyrdom], revealing the entire cab.

Chapter 5 The Attack Begins

No, that's not right. Even if they are enemies, innocent people should not be involved.

"Who are you? Who let you in? Wait, hey, wait!"

Watching Proshut enter the cab and interrogate the frightened driver, whose face turned pale, Krieg began to understand.

Right and wrong are subjective, and judging human behavior based on good and bad, or virtue and evil, is naive and superficial. His real fault was his lack of strength. If he were strong enough, he could have protected the entire busload of tourists. If he were strong enough, only the evil boss would have died, not because of a strange order. These circumstances arose simply because of his weakness.

Krieg was shocked to realize that he had always been accustomed to solving problems with wisdom, and violence had never appeared in his life, because everything was in order in his little world, and he had started to live a normal life prescribed by his elders and authorities very early. As for whether he was riding a bicycle or a sports car, it made no difference, because once he left the driver of his life, Krieg didn't know how to move on. His body was free, but his spirit was habitually imprisoned.

The anger you feel now is just the result of the secretion of a few hormones. If you were given a new body, you could have any emotion. If you were given an additional organ to observe the world, you could have a different perspective.

There are inexplicable words in my mind, and vaguely there is a lonely soul roaring unwillingly.

[Without proper training, there is a difference between surviving and living well]

There was a humanoid figure sitting on the ground. That desolate aura almost made Krieg's mind wither. He was saying something, and Krieg stretched his neck desperately to hear clearly. Finally, Krieg finally heard the figure say, "Good luck, heir."

"Ha~hu, ha~hu", Krieg felt like he had heart palpitations, the whole world was spinning in front of his eyes, something called ambition flowed out from his pupils and gradually filled his entire eyes.

No wonder my character, Bessie, Krieger, was trying hard to breathe in more air. It wasn't just Bessie who was weak, it was me too.

"Brother, let him go," Krieg held Prosut's shoulders. The conductor looked at them in horror, not daring to say a single harsh word. He quickly ran out, covering his broken teeth. "There's still the scent of a living creature here."

"What?" Prosciut turned around and saw flames burning in "Bessie's" eyes. He narrowed his eyes and carefully examined this brother who was heavily dependent on him. He felt that Bessie seemed a little different. Prosciut looked around, making sure there was no one around to hide. He growled, "Bessie, you still want mercy?"

"No, big brother, I understand."

Prosciut has finished scolding "Bessie". Now Bessie's character is no longer that cowardly mama's boy, but a Stand user. I will seize this opportunity to declare my victory!

Krieg walked up to Proshut without giving in and pulled him out of the cab. He had another way to soothe himself and separate the innocent passengers, that was to let the protagonists die here!

Krieg slammed the cab door shut. The damaged door lock fell to the ground with a resounding thud. Krieg whispered to Prosciutto, "An invisible creature! The cab can only hold two people at a time. If there's an invisible creature, it can only be the turtle in Bucciarati's hand. It might be a substitute sent by the boss!"

"what?"

"Use your full strength on the cab! Big Brother!"

Proshut immediately understood what Krieg meant. Without any hesitation, he raised the aging ability of [Martyrdom] to its peak. At the same time, Krieg immediately threw the fishing hook in his hand. The more than ten-meter-long line was embedded in the wall. The sharp hook shuttled through every wall of the cab, wrapping the cab tightly.

The enemy is in the light while we are in the dark. Let me learn from your golden spirit. I, Krieg, will never leave my fate to others again!

This train is your destination!

"I didn't expect there was another room here," Bucciarati explained to his team, "It seems the boss's method for our escape is this turtle. I hope we can reach Venice safely."

Little Airplane Narancia looked up with the expression of a mentally retarded child, "This turtle is also a stand-in." He stretched out his hand towards the ceiling, but unexpectedly the turtle was sucked out of his entire upper body. Turtles are animals that like shade, and when they felt the heat, they crawled under the chair, and Narancia was stuck under the seat.

"It hurts so much," Narancia quickly retracted his body and fell from the ceiling of the turtle's substitute room again.

Everyone in the room was drawn to him. "That hurts, but this is so cool! This turtle is like a spaceship!"

"Are you stupid?" Fuge pulled Narancia up, "There might be pursuers outside, be careful!"

"I get it. I'm not stupid, idiot. There's no one outside." Narancia rolled his eyes. Fugo ignored him. He was stroking the wall seriously. "This room is not an illusion. Even the sofa and furniture are real."

Abbacchio still maintained his policeman habits. He noticed something amiss and squatted down before anyone else, opening the refrigerator in the room. "Yes, there are drinks. They're very cold."

"Maybe the boss is considerate of us," Bucciarati said, spreading his hands. "After all, turtles are creatures that don't bite or bark, and they move very slowly. We just need..."

"Who are you? Who let you in? Wait, wait!" A sudden wailing interrupted Bucciarati. "It's the conductor," Giorno Giovanna, the protagonist of the fifth part of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, finally said the first sentence.

"Shh," Bucciarati put his finger to his lips, signaling everyone to be quiet. Everyone in the team squatted down honestly, tensed their bodies and didn't make any sound.

The sounds of begging for mercy and beating continued for a while, and with a loud bang of a door closing, the cab fell into silence.

They waited a moment longer, and after making sure it was quiet, Bucciarati stood up and stuck his head out of the room to observe for a while. "It's all right, they're gone."

The serious atmosphere immediately melted away, and everyone dispersed, some drinking ice cream, some reading magazines.

"Huh, I'm so scared, I feel like I'm getting hot," the child genius Narancia sat back on the sofa and picked up a banana.

"Hey, Narancia, why did you only take one banana? Aren't there only four left now?!"

"Well, you're so annoying, Mista."

Due to a series of life experiences, Mista has developed a strong fear and resistance to the number "4" and everything related to it. Everyone is used to this.

"Don't be too harsh on Narancia, Mista," Fugo quickly tried to smooth things over.

"That's right, look at this banana, it's all dried up and inedible."

ps: Thanks to the hidden observer for the monthly ticket

Chapter 6 Come, come to the trap

Narancia raised the banana in his hand. Indeed, compared to the excessive comfort of this room, the banana in his hand was a completely different style. Not only was the banana peel blackened beyond recognition, but the banana inside had also shrunk a lot.

"Naranja you," Mista put his hands on his head, "never mind, it's no big deal."

"Oh, Mista is very tolerant today." Fuge and the other man did not make a fuss and leaned back on the sofa with peace of mind. They had not had much rest since the first attack. Fuge felt the soft touch of the sofa and couldn't help feeling a little sleepy.

I'd better get some sleep. I'm so tired.

Fugo fell asleep, and Naranja put down the bananas and looked for some fresh fruit. He searched the rather large fruit bowl, only to find that not only the bananas, but also fruits like apples and grapes had become wrinkled and inedible.

"So boring," Narancia thought, looking up from his fruit bowl. Seeing everyone around him half asleep, he felt quite tired, but he was still excited by the novelty of seeing the turtle substitute. He thought, "Let me read a magazine for a while. It's too early to go to bed. I don't know why there's electricity in this room, even without a switch."

He casually flipped open the magazine and ignored the heavily made-up girl on the cover without hesitation. Instead, a beautiful cabin caught his attention.

"It looks so cozy, so beautiful."

"I really want to bask in the sun in this yard, reminisce about my childhood, and express my homesickness at the same time," Naranja said, touching the picture in amazement. Then he sighed. His shoulders were a little sore, and there was a creaking sound when he moved them. "Ah, retirement life will be great."

"Hey, hey, hey," Mista, who was squatting in front of the refrigerator drinking a cold drink, raised his head and teased Naranja, "You're only 17, and you're talking about retirement? You have the mentality of an old man. And don't turn the pages of a book with your saliva-soaked hands. It's dirty."

Narancia heard the voice and looked at Mista with a confused look, "Ah, are you talking about me? Am I like this?"

"You're clearly like this, okay? Why are you pretending otherwise?" Mista shook the drink in his hand. "Are you pretending to be an old man? You're too laid back."

"I, didn't," Narancia gasped and shouted loudly. It seemed that he was choked by saliva in the process and coughed a few times involuntarily.

Ah, so disgusting. Mista glanced at Narancia with disgust. He saw something dripping out of Narancia's mouth. The thing with saliva looked like a tooth.

teeth?

Mista frowned. It seemed to be a real tooth.

"Why are you saying I'm pretending to be old?" Naranja tried to stand up, but his movements were so slow that he looked even more like a tortoise than the ones out there. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. His black hair was scattered by the impact, revealing the gray hair underneath.

Mista's eyes widened, cold sweat forming on his temples. "Bucciarati!"

"I see. This is a [Stand Attack]! Are there any enemies on this train?"

"What are you talking about?" Naranja stood up, and a few strands of hair fell from his eyes as he moved. "What is this? It's white. What is falling from my head?"

Naranja's old and hoarse voice rang out, "What is this thing!"

Bucciarati and Mista looked at Narancia, who had turned into a little old man. Before they could react, Giorno, who was resting, woke up. With white hair and huge bags under his eyes, he looked at them in confusion, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Not good," Bucciarati immediately turned to look at Fugo, who, still in a deep sleep, looked as old as a man of ninety. The traces of time had carved him into a withered old man, and even the yellow rose before him had withered. The dry stems could not support the weight of the flower, and before the three men, who had not yet aged, gravity caused the flower to fall, crumbling into dust.

All aged!

Mista immediately drew his gun and pointed it away from the turtle. "Have we been exposed for our Stand ability that can age people?"

"No, Mista," Bucciarati analyzed calmly, "the enemy didn't rush in, they were just testing us!"

"We still have a chance!"

"Excuse me, could you please excuse me for a moment?" Krieger asked, standing in the first carriage, knocking on the doors of each compartment one by one. "The train needs a routine maintenance. Don't worry, we'll just need to take up some space. As compensation, we'll open the dining car early, and you can enjoy the food for free."

"Thank you for your cooperation and wish you a pleasant journey"

This was the method he thought of to expel irrelevant people. Thanks to the uniforms taken from the train room and Bessie's unfriendly appearance, this method was very successful. After seeing off the last family of three, Krieger waved to them with a smile, then walked to the train connection, closed the door, inserted the key, broke it, and kicked the door lock a few more times to make sure that no one with no eyes tried to come in.

"Bessie, this is unnecessary," Prosciutto said as he sat in his chair. The suit that once complemented his tall figure had become baggy, and his blond hair had turned silver. "Our mission is assassination. Completing the mission is our pursuit, not taking care of strangers."

"That's not true, brother. Think about it, if Bucciarati rushes out and there's only an elderly passenger here, will he still be on guard against a frail old man?" Krieger stretched out the Beach Boy again, letting the fishing line completely sink into the floor.

"That's a good idea. Bringing you out here really worked. This is the path of growth you must go through," Prosut leaned back in his seat. Krieg chuckled inwardly. This was your idea. In the original storyline, Bessie's role was simply to seduce Mista.

Judging by the time, Bucciarati and his crew should have realized something was wrong. The [Heroic Martyrdom] that covered the entire train in the original plot is now only launched at the driver's cab, and its power has been increased by more than double. If they don't get out, they will probably die of old age in there.

Krieg walked to the private room farthest from the cab. He knew that the protagonists would soon discover the effect of ice in counteracting aging. It didn't matter if it was Mista from the original plot who came out, or Bucciarati who came out because of the change in the plot. He and Prosciutto could easily deal with these two people.

I have made up my mind. Krieg finally filtered through several plans. In order to lure the protagonists into the trap, he did not tamper with the air-conditioning switch. Now all he has to do is wait patiently.

Soon, his patience paid off. In the reflection of the mirror, Mista secretly opened the door and walked out.

Chapter 7: Hooked

"Hurry up and get rid of the enemy before the ice melts!"

Mista gripped his pistol tightly and slowly pushed open the door of the cab. He also wanted to turn on the air conditioning of the train, but the air conditioning button was completely destroyed and had no response.

But it doesn't matter, I'm good at assassination. When I see the enemy, my [Sexy Pistol] will take his life!

"It's so hot and stuffy here. It turns out that the enemy is attacking indiscriminately." Mista rolled up his sleeves. Even though he had ice cubes in his hands, sweat kept flowing down his forehead and soon soaked his shirt.

The train was so quiet that even the sound of the rails shaking could not be heard. In this carriage, there was only an old man lying in the corridor, breathing rapidly. No, maybe it was a young man who was just caught up in the enemy's stand ability.

Mista looked back at the turtle. Although this innocent animal was also affected by the stand, the turtle's long life would not be consumed in a moment, and the companions inside were safe for the time being.