We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

Let's go outside and take a look. Mista is half-crouched, holding a purple gun pointed forward. The Sexy Pistols are a very unique Stand. They are six remotely controlled Stands that live inside the guns and can control the bullets fired. They are not only self-aware, but also eat, drink, and rest like humans. Not only are each Stand very talkative, but they also quarrel and fight with each other. Incidentally, because Mista doesn't like the number 4, they are numbered from 1 to 7, with no number 4.

The speed of aging is faster than one might imagine! Mista looked at the old man in yellow clothes, his cloudy eyes filled with pain. "Don't be afraid, you'll be normal soon," Mista promised him, pushing the old man out of the way.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the nearby box, and something fell to the floor with a dull sound.

"No.1, No.2," Mista, who was nervous, immediately stuck to the wall and let the stand-in go in to take a look.

"Great, let's just rush over," "Yeah," the little stand-ins shouted excitedly, lying on the bullet heads and getting into the box.

"Nothing, Mista, just a toy dropped." He crawled out from the bullet hole. Phew, I got scared. Mista breathed a sigh of relief and his body softened. "Come back first, No.1, No.2."

"what?"

"Help me!" The old man suddenly reacted after hearing the gunshot, but he didn't seem to understand what Mista was doing. Instead of dodging, he hugged Mista's waist and begged intermittently, "Help me, I want to eat greasy meat, but the meat has become inedible."

"Hey, let me go, what are you doing?" Mista shook his body, trying to throw the old man off, "You can eat it later, let me pass first!"

Mista pushed the old man impatiently. The old hand was like a zombie, which gave Mista goosebumps.

"No, I really can't eat." The old man's intermittent and weak voice suddenly became firm, and even the vague words became clearer and clearer. "But that person is you, Mista!"

Hearing his name, Mista immediately pointed the gun at the old man and said, "Who are you, you bastard?"

Mista's hands shrank in an instant, the flesh barely covering the bones, and his originally slightly round head became like a living skeleton.

"[Heroic Death]!" Prosut, disguised as an old man, pronounced his sentence on Mista, and even the little people in the pistol fell to the ground. "A direct attack will have an immediate effect. It will fully unleash the Stand's abilities. You're being careless, Mista."

"pistol...."

This aging speed is terrible. Mista looked at the five little men on the ground. He wanted to give orders but he was too old to utter a word. Prosut put on his suit jacket again, picked up his pistol, and without any unnecessary movements, fired three shots directly at Mista's head. The gushing blood swayed with the train and accumulated in a small pool on the floor.

"Brother, your health is not right!" Krieg stuck his head out from the last box and reminded him in time. Proshut glanced at him and continued to shoot the remaining three shots into his head.

"Bessie, you're a quick learner," Prosciut praised Krieger's reminder.

Mista's ability was to control trajectory; guns couldn't kill him. Krieg opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but he hadn't demonstrated his ability to deflect bullets. Krieg couldn't show any signs of abnormality, and there was no way to tell Prosut to continue the attack. Crucially, Mista had six Stands, but only five were on the ground, and one had escaped!

Damn, there's a loophole. Krieg clenched his index finger and hardened his heart. He originally wanted to trap Bucciarati in the cab, but now it seems that he can only solve the problem outside the train. In this case, he will use Mista's life as a new trap!

Krieg's fingers moved gently, and most of the Beach Boy's fishing line was pulled out of the cab, wrapped around Mista's neck, and connected with the line in the cab wall.

"Let's go to the cab, the others should be older."

"Okay, big brother!"

Three minutes ago.

"Trihu, you can only use your ice cubes. You are the boss's daughter. We are here to protect you. You don't need to take care of us." Bucciarati held the sofa to stop Trihu from wasting ice cubes.

Trish looked up in confusion. Narancia, who was already extremely old, rested his head on her legs, his breathing very weak. "There's no way to lower his body temperature just by fanning or using a wet towel. Without ice, there's no way to recover. He'll die if this continues."

"From the moment the boss gave the order, Narancia and we were prepared. And we believe Mista outside will find a way to deal with this aging enemy." Although he said this, Bucciarati still looked outside the turtle. The gunshots had not been heard for a long time, and another flower in the withered vase fell. Bucciarati was silent for a moment, then changed his tone, "Mista, he should find a way to deal with it, otherwise..."

"The turtle will hide in a cold place, Bessie, it's a good thing you saw it," Prosut said, standing in the cab. He slapped the deformed upper body and directly knocked away the iron plate used for isolation, pulling out the slowly crawling turtle.

Through the ruby ​​inlaid on the turtle's back, Prosciutto and Krieg had a clear view of the aging team in the room. "It's Trish, and the others are in there too! Everything is just as I expected. Except for this girl, everyone else is going to die of old age! The winner is decided!"

Heroic Death and Proshut's fingers merged into one, "I'm going to inject my power directly into it!"

At this critical moment, Prosciutto felt a breeze on his head. He looked up in surprise. Was it Bucciarati?!

He had already ambushed himself on the roof via the zipper, while No.5, Mista's escaped companion, was pressing an ice cube against Bucciarati's head! "That's him! If he catches me, my body will age rapidly. Kill him!" No.5 roared. Before Prosut could react, his A-class Stand, Steel Chain Fingers, had already launched a punch!

As Prosciutto retreated, Krieg couldn't help but smile. Bucciarati ignored the strange-looking little character. The most dangerous person now was the man with the aging double. However, his neck itched, and his body was flipped into the air by a huge force.

Bucciarati, you're hooked.

Chapter 8: Exit, Bucciarati

Bucciarati's [Steel Chain Fingers] is not a very good Stand. Its ability is that when the Stand hits something, a "zipper" will appear. The zipper can be used to open and close space without damaging the surface of the object. However, Bucciarati has developed it to an extremely comprehensive level. It can be used for storage, sneaking, and even connecting objects and wounds. The friction of the zipper can also be used to slow down, and the opened object can be turned into soft cloth as a defense. An open zipper can even accelerate sliding on the ground.

[Beach Boy] is at the other extreme. Its ability is too strong, but the user is too bad. If we only comment on the stand, then [Beach Boy] not only has an almost perfect first move, but also has an extremely effective control skill against the attacker - rebound.

When the hook is embedded in the enemy, any damage to the line caused by an attack will be directed outward from the hook. If the attack includes a Stand ability, the effect will also be directed outward from the hook. Even the cowardly Bessie in the original story knows that the best place to place the hook is in a vital organ. Just like fishing, the more the fish struggles, the greater the damage the hook will cause.

In the tense atmosphere created by Krieger, Bucciarati did not cautiously test the roof as in the original plot. As long as [Steel Chain Fingers] touched these two enemies, he would win. The [Heroic Martyrdom] concentrated in the narrow cab brought an effect completely different from attacking the entire car. Bucciarati had no choice. If he didn't take action, his companions would really be wiped out.

This is, fishing line?!

"【Steel Chain Fingers】!" Bucciarati's blue and white stand immediately swung towards the fishing line, but the rapidly trembling fishing line almost killed him in advance due to the rebound of the fishing line.

There's something wrong with this fishing line!

Bucciarati twisted his body as best he could, his double quickly opening a new zipper on the train. He desperately tilted his head back, closing his eyes to enhance his sense of touch, and finally escaped decapitation at the last second before the fishing line sliced ​​through his spine. Using his memory, Bucciarati pulled on the zipper's lock, but a gaping gash had already been opened in his throat. Even though the Beach Boys' fishing line was not sharp, the sheer force of the "Steel Chain Fingers" was concentrated on a single line, making it impossible for even Bucciarati to completely avoid it.

The worst thing was that the [Steel Chain Fingers] could only suture wounds on a single plane, but the fishing line had cut at least two irregular wounds on his fingers. The enemy on the opposite side would not give him time to treat it carefully. Even if he urgently treated the innermost wound, the blood loss rate would be far beyond his expectations.

"Bucciarati, get out of the way! That enemy with the fishing rod is coming!"

"Brother, kill the people in the turtle quickly, I'll deal with Bucciarati!"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously. In this insignificant second, Bucciarati's blood had already flowed through his chest. "【Steel Chain Fingers】! Ali Ali Ali Ali!"

Bucciarati, whose vocal cords were still intact, shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping his fellow turtles would wake up soon.

Amidst the whirlwind punches of [Steel Chain Fingers], Krieg suddenly squatted down and aimed his hardest skull at Bucciarati. At the same time, Krieg quickly turned the winch, and the fishing line intertwined and contracted in front of his face.

"Get out of the way, Bucciarati, this fishing line can rebound the attack!" No.5 pressed the ice, providing tactical assistance as much as possible. Even though it had the ability to change the trajectory, in order to prevent Bucciarati from aging, it could only be a bystander.

Seeing that Prosciutto had already reached out to the turtle, Bucciarati finally couldn't bear it anymore, "I'm going to go around your fishing line and defeat you!" Bucciarati roared angrily, but Krieger turned a deaf ear to him and just pulled the fishing line by himself.

Damn it, Prosciutto roared inwardly. After seeing the whining No. 5, he realized Mista wasn't dead. Even judging by the Stand's activity, the gunman wasn't even seriously injured. He could have killed the man in the turtle immediately, but Besci couldn't withstand Bucciarati's attack. Besci didn't dodge to create an opening for me!

Prosciut's heart was filled with regret. It was he who had taught Bessie to show no mercy and sacrifice everything after getting on the bus, but that didn't include Bessie! I'm Bessie's big brother, and I'll always finish the mission after Bessie. I want Bessie alive!

"Ah!!!!" Prosut roared and turned around. Trish can catch me again, but I must protect my brother now!

"[Heroic Martyrdom]!" Unlike the previous gloomy tone, this time Prosut's tone was filled with heart-wrenching emotion. His deformed arm collided with the steel chain fingers first. The speed shocked Prosut. Even though his strength was only slightly inferior, his speed was completely suppressed by the humanoid double. He couldn't even fight back!

"I win," Bucciarati's attack was even faster. Prosciutto just wanted to turn around and tell Bessie to run, risking taking another punch. He turned around, only to find that "Bessie" was still maintaining the "Beach Boys". Not only that, he had a sarcastic smile on his face that he had never seen before.

What? Prosut looked at the end of the fishing line. What is that?!

"Mistah! Help Mista!" No. 5 screamed. On the retracted fishing line was Mista's body! The fishing line was wrapped around his neck and deeply embedded in it!

What! Bucciarati was shocked. Concerned, Number 5 forgot that Bucciarati was not at ease. He only glanced at him distractedly. Bucciarati immediately saw that Mista was at his limit. His punches were faster, but in that instant, Prosciutto was already in front of Bucciarati, only two steps away.

"Be careful with his hands, don't let him touch them!" No.5 reminded Bucciarati, but the seemingly endless punches of [Steel Chain Fingers] suddenly stopped firing, and the roar of "Ali Ali Ali" turned into sobs. Bucciarati, who had better stand qualities, was caught by the enemy by the arm.

Chapter 9 He turned back in horror, only to see a fishhook stuck in Bucciarati's tongue. The sharp hook had fixed his tongue and upper palate together, leaving him unable to utter a word. Not only that, the upward force from the fishhook was also tearing the wound on Bucciarati's neck!

"Bucciarati!"

“[Die heroically]!”

Watching Bucciarati instantly transform from a young man into a dying old man, No.5 screamed in pain while pressing the ice cube and Bucciarati closer together. However, the aging caused by direct physical contact was too serious to be prevented by a piece of ice that was about to disappear.

"Well done, Bessie! You deserve it!" Prosciut laughed. "Now, the girl is ours!"

"But I don't think so, betrayer."

Chapter 10: Useless Stands Are Invincible

who? !

Krieg was shocked. After all, he had no combat experience, so he froze in place for a moment. Fortunately, Proshut was right beside him and kicked him away, allowing him to narrowly avoid the punch.

"You pissed me off!"

Krieg turned around and saw the turtle they had forgotten was being held in the arms of a blond man. A cold light shone from his blue pupils, like an iron bird flying across the sky.

This is Giorno Giovanna! Behind him, [Gold Experience] was posing in a strange posture. It was this thing that had just thrown a punch.

"You're really quick," Bucciarati said, taking advantage of Krieger's distraction to dodge Beach Boy's hook. He stood up from the floor and said to Prosciutto, "It's two against two now!"

"Impossible, how could you leave the turtle? You have obviously been aged, how can you still move!" Proshut did not panic. As he spoke, he pulled Krieg behind him and used his body to block Krieg's vision without blocking his vision.

Giorno also took a few steps back and stuffed the turtle into Mista's hands. Mista's injuries were not as serious as he had imagined. He could deal with the enemy in front of him first and then provide treatment.

Mista, please keep an eye on this turtle for me. I will make anyone who hurts you pay the price soon.

"Where did my aging go? That's because my [Golden Experience] can create life. All I have to do is transform the furniture into fruit trees and use the fruit they produce."

Prosciut laughed out loud. This was the funniest joke he had heard this year. "What kind of lies are you telling? Even water can't cool things down. Only ice water can work. You're definitely not talking about fruit!"

"No, you're wrong," Giorno stood up and surrounded Krieg and the others with Bucciarati. "The fruit will rot, and with your aging, the efficiency of rotting has increased countless times. The alcohol and water produced by these fruits after rotting mix together and evaporate faster, cooling so fast that it makes me tremble! Although it's only enough for one person and it won't last long, it's enough to deal with you!"

"Your mistake was not removing the Stand!" Giorno looked at the two of them, the sunlight passing through his back, and his shadow stretching all the way to Prosciutto's feet. "You should be aware of this! If you want to kill someone, you might be killed in return. You should always be aware of this danger. I have a dream, which is to become a gangster superstar. Now, you are the obstacle to this dream!"

The golden Stand was approaching little by little with Giorno's pace, "Bucciarati, let's take care of them together, [Golden Experience], no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden, no burden!"

“Ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali!”

Giorno responded with the whirlwind-like punches of [Steel Chain Fingers], "[Heroic Martyrdom]!", and "[Beach Boys]". Even after releasing their Stands, Krieg and the other two were like small boats being pushed by a storm, struggling to survive.

"Leave me alone," Proshut turned around. His fist had already cracked several times, and the damage to Proshut's body had turned him into a half-bloody corpse. "Go kill those guys hiding in the turtle first! Hurry and kill all their companions!"

"No, big brother, I've found my chance, and I'm going to seize it! You won't die here!" Krieg roared back even louder, his hook weaving between the two. Although [Golden Experience] was constantly creating obstacles, and the Stand was a manifestation of mental power, preventing the hook from entering, Krieg's frenzy did slow Giorno and Bucciarati's offensive. He had truly accepted this big brother. Technically, Krieg had died several times before, and he could endure another death, but Prosciutto had to live!

"Are you kidding me? Your awareness?" Krieg's voice was hoarse. Bucciarati was shocked by the scenery he saw out of the corner of his eye and turned to Krieg involuntarily. This little brother who had always been protected by the holder of the aging stand was now shining with the light of will. This belief was so violent that even Bucciarati was shocked.

"Once an individual becomes a member of a group, he will no longer be responsible for his actions, and at this time he will expose his unconstrained side. What the group pursues and believes in is never truth and rationality, but blind obedience, cruelty, paranoia and fanaticism, and only knows simple and extreme emotions! Giorno, when you killed Formaggio and Illuso, did you feel guilty?" Krieg finally found their flaw, found a flaw in the wall of fists. It was a one in ten thousand loophole, but he caught it!

"Are you ready? I've been ready for a long time! Giorno, I have news for you." Kerry emptied his mind, and a scrolling light began to flash before his eyes, but Krieg actually started laughing wildly, "Shika Hatsuruno! There's an old guy who your father Dio said has the most useless stand, but the old guy's ripple and submachine gun are very powerful! Giorno!"

"Eat my revolver, Ripple, and run!"

Krieg raised his pistol and fired six bullets one after another while Giorno was shocked by his father and his original name.

"Throw me over quickly, Bucciarati!" No.5 could no longer hold the ice. It knew that once Giorno died, Mista would never come back!

"Giorno!!!!!" Bucciarati's punches were even faster, but what he heard were the four words he least wanted to hear, "[Die heroically]!"

Prosciut suddenly blocked his path, a smug, satisfied smile plastered across his face, like a parent showing off their child in front of the other parents. Even though Prosciut was covered in blood, he'd only gained half a second, but it was enough. At a mere two meters, even with Krieg's complete lack of marksmanship and Giorno's incredible speed, four bullets still lodged in his body!

Arms, chest, and head!

"Don't dream, Bucciarati. I won't let Big Brother get hurt in vain!" After firing the bullet, Krieger immediately threw away the pistol. The fishhook in his hand had already been drawn. It pierced Giorno's raised arm, and the purple fishing line went straight into his chest. "I'm going to hook Giorno's heart out!"

"Don't even think about escaping! This is my resolution!"

"[Beach Boys]!"

ps: Please give me a monthly ticket and a razor blade. Can I replace it with a razor blade? qaq.

Chapter 11: Accept My Last Ability

Golden Experience's speed is A, and Krieg has no way to stop this stand from grabbing the fishing line. Both of Golden Experience's hands are pulling the fishing line to prevent the hook from going deeper into the heart, but Krieg is the attacker after all. Even though the strength of both stands is C, the hook still moves forward to the surface of the heart under the force of Golden Experience.

"Puff", Giorno couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, not only because the muscles on his heart were cut, but also because of the feeling of his life and death being threatened. Although his expression did not change, his body was actually hurt.

"Don't think that just because you're a gangster, you can do evil things as a matter of course! Your so-called enlightenment is just the inevitable decay that evildoers must go through!" Krieg stretched the fishing line as far as he could. His brother's situation was still very dangerous, and he had to solve this problem quickly. With increasing force, the hook continued to enter Giorno's heart and kept moving towards the aorta.

If it weren't for this encounter, Krieg would have liked Bucciarati very much, but his feelings towards Giorno, whether in the manga or the anime, were quite ordinary. Giorno, deprived of parental love since childhood, has learned to read people's expressions and calmly analyze their personalities and moods in order to respond in a way that meets their expectations. This is precisely the trait that Krieg dislikes most: inauthenticity.

Giorno is truly gentle, resolute, and proud. Even in this life-or-death struggle, Krieg is forced to admit that he's merely haunted by the past. While both hold a disdain for others, Krieg constantly displays it, while Giorno is certain to entrust his position to the Hollow Snake. Furthermore, Giorno is the most divine figure in the Jojo universe, and the entire fifth film is a metaphor for Giorno, the "Son of God," guiding Bucciarati, his "disciple," to advance, ultimately completing his mission and returning to heaven. The more perfect Giorno is, the more hypocritical Krieg senses!

A perfect tool man, that's all Krieg could think of.

In film history, there's a theory called the uncanny valley, which states that when robots resemble humans beyond a certain point, humans suddenly become extremely repulsive. Even the slightest difference between a robot and a human becomes noticeable, creating a feeling of stiffness and terror, like facing the walking dead. Krieg constantly experiences this feeling when facing Giorno: he appears human on the outside, yet something strange on the inside. Especially since Giorno shares many similarities with himself, Krieg feels nothing but panic, and the rage that comes with that panic.

Krieg is an evil genius, but his good education, excellent upbringing, and near-perfect relationships have made him completely oblivious to this. Only the last bit of evil in his heart tells him, "I can tolerate unrepentant evil, but I cannot tolerate those who, when clearly doing something wrong, flaunt their righteousness! I will not allow a half-baked person like you to taint true evil!"

This is a fight of life and death, as well as a fight of ideas. If it were any other time, I would have advised you. After all, Giorno, you are only a 15-year-old boy. But you actually threatened to kill my eldest brother, so you must die here!

Seeing that Giorno was about to counterattack, Bucciarati and NO.5 shouted, "Stop, Giorno, his fishing line can rebound and attack, he is luring you to attack!" The enemy was only two steps away from entering the range, but if Giorno threw this punch, he would definitely be seriously injured. Even if it was a good opportunity for a sneak attack, they had to speak up to stop it.

No, Bucciarati, I don't have such thoughts. Krieger suddenly bent backwards, his brown eyes revealing the look of a lion looking at its prey. "You guessed wrong."

what?

Looking at Krieger's arrogant expression and upturned mouth, Bucciarati finally realized that when he was scheming against the enemy, the enemy was also scheming against him!

Instead of extending the line, Krieg fell forward, and the hook, pulled by his weight and strength, detached itself from Giorno's chest, taking a large piece of flesh with it. Furthermore, the hook didn't stop after its capture, but instead, using the impact to continue its flight towards Bucciarati.

A breach in the abdominal cavity caused by a sharp object will cause the diaphragm's respiratory movement to stop, resulting in a sharp drop in respiratory efficiency. The brain center will give an order to suspend muscle function, and the person will collapse to the ground in an instant. A sharp object damaging the chest cavity will directly lead to a rapid decrease in the pressure difference between the inside and outside of the alveoli. The gas exchange efficiency will drop instantly, causing brain hypoxia, and the brain center will give an order to suspend muscle function.

Krieg showed a hideous smile. Just as he knew, he was an evil genius. Although he had no combat experience at all, Krieg did not need to learn combat wisdom!

Giorno is always calm, but what about you? Bucciarati, will you lose control when your companions are injured?

"Bucellati!" In the split second, No. 5 stood in front of the fishhook!

what? !

Krieg never thought that such a small thing could ruin his plan. NO.5 is the product of Mista's spirit. It can be touched but cannot be penetrated. [Beach Boy] was blocked and the fishhook was bounced off by this little thing!

Even though NO.5 hugged his torn body and cried "woooo woooo", Krieg's best chance had already been lost!