We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"Eat, eat, eat! All you do is eat!" Proshut also raised his head and glared at Krieg, "Why do you only know how to eat?"

Krieg rolled his eyes, he had just finished his first battle and was starving, not to mention coming to Italy and not eating pizza would be a huge loss.

Krieg's pretended aggrieved expression dispelled the embarrassment. Prosciut coughed and resumed his normal demeanor, "Let's go, eat you to death!" "Anyway, your cell phone is gone, and you are half-crippled. The boss is monitoring the city, and we have no way to contact them. Meloni will also deal with Bucciarati. We'll set off after dinner," Prosciut added.

How do you list five reasons in one sentence? . . . Krieg whistled, saying nothing, yet everything was said without words.

Suddenly, he thought of something and put on a horrified expression. Proshut was startled. Before he could speak, Krieg confessed first, "Oh, by the way, brother, I exchanged your watch for money!"

"..."

"Betsy!!!!!!!!!"

About ten minutes later, the two idiots were sitting in the only luxury hotel in the town that was open all night, and finally realized that it was 2 a.m.

At this moment, Krieg is facing a serious problem. The so-called mastery of Italian by the voice that saved him does not seem to include all the characters. He can only understand some words for daily communication. And how can the menu of a luxury hotel reflect its class? That is to not speak properly.

What the hell is this? What the hell is this? What is the person over there eating? Make me one too!

"Well, I want this," Krieger pointed to the words on the bottom of the pizza. He didn't recognize the proper noun, but judging by the pictures, it looked delicious and had lots of seafood. But after Krieger ordered, the waiter looked puzzled. But the confusion only lasted a moment, and then he immediately reacted by making a "four" gesture to his left.

The elegant and soothing melody in his ears turned cheerful. Krieg looked up in surprise. He didn't know what the waiter was doing. Instead, the pianist playing opposite nodded to him from a distance.

"Any questions about the accompaniment?" Prosciut looked at the two of them and came over to check the menu. "Bessie, aren't you hungry? Why are you ordering piano music?"

"??????"

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Chapter 16: Moving Forward! The Target is the Freedom Bridge

"Drink some water," Proshut couldn't stand watching Krieg's eating habits anymore. He was even afraid that Bessie would choke to death.

"Mmm," Krieger took the cup and drank it in one gulp, his right hand already reaching his mouth when he put the cup down.

Was I too harsh on him? Prosciut felt a little guilty. It had been so long since he had let Bessie have any good food.

If Krieg knew what Proshut was thinking, he would definitely doubt the meaning of the word "harsh". At first, he ate because he was hungry, but now he was just enjoying the taste of the food. The feeling of having his stomach filled with delicious food was great!

God knows how terrible British food was in the late 19th century. As a 21st-century Chinese, I eat industrialized food that's been domesticated to the extreme. The use and development of seasonings are far from comparable to those of the 19th century, especially in Britain. Wild game in 1888 was no match for a 15-day-old broiler chicken. Just imagine, without the meticulous care and extensive exercise of artificially raised animals, the meat is bound to be tough and woody, and occasionally, you might even get a hint of a fishy, ​​unpleasant taste.

Florentine steak, Roman devil chicken, Neapolitan grilled lobster, Bali turtle, Osborne knuckle, Zamagron salad, Milesto macaroni, egg and minced meat sauce, bacon and white bean salad, braised chicken with green peppers, braised prawns, grilled fish, cold chicken, white bean soup, ham and noodles!

Happy! The chefs working late into the night were moved by Krieger's foodie spirit and lavish spending. Since there were no other customers, they simply sat next to Krieger and explained the dishes one by one.

“Try this dessert, it’s soaked in coffee with rum and cheese, it’s our signature,” “Mmmmmmm.”

"After eating the sweet ones, if you want a change of flavor, try this. It's made with three kinds of ham mixed with diced onions and butter. There's raw ham, cooked ham, and salami. Each one has a different taste." "Hmmmmmm!"

After leaving behind a thick stack of tips and the warm farewells from the waiter, Krieg and Prosciut left the hotel. Then, he remembered something: Meloni seemed to have died while they were having dinner. Never mind, he was just a pervert anyway. Krieg liked people who practiced what they preached, whether they were good or bad, but he had no sympathy for perverts who didn't. Therefore, a comprehensive and strong set of laws was far more effective than any enthusiastic organization.

"Brother, I'm going to find the team leader now. You stay here," Krieg stroked his index finger. He had to find an excuse to keep Prosciutto. Not to mention the increasingly dangerous battles ahead, Prosciutto's physical condition alone was worrying. The entire fifth Jojo film took place within a week. In reality, if he waited a few more days, the boss would have played Bu Jingyun, repeatedly repeating, "Don't come here!", and the pursuit of the assassination team would naturally be ineffective.

"What a joke, how dare you, cough cough cough", Prosut's old injury flared up again when he got excited. First he was beaten, then he lost a lot of blood, and finally he fainted with wet clothes. This was no small problem. Not everyone had the same physique as Mista. Even though Krieg's injuries were much lighter than Prosut's, he felt pain in every corner of his body.

"Brother, you'll only be a burden if you continue like this," Krieg put his hand on Proshut's shoulder, "Brother, just take a good rest. I'll take care of the rest!"

"You decide on your own..."

"Hey, you're Prosciutto and Bessie, right?" someone interrupted their argument. At the door of the car rental shop, a tall, thin man with a shaved head walked in with a red-haired girl in his arms. In their hands were photos of the entire assassination team. "How dare you betray the organization? You're so brave! Ah!"

The tall, thin man stood in front of the two men, only to see his prey looking at him like he was an idiot. Furious, he raised his hand and poked his finger into Prosciutto's face. "Have you heard of the organization's capital punishment? Ah, one is half-crippled, the other has been beaten into a pig's head, and yet they still dare to show up in front of me with such brazenness? Do you look down on me?!"

The girl leaned against the man seductively; she had already seen the glittering bounty.

Krieg and Proshut looked at each other, Krieg turned around and continued to choose the car model, while Proshut's mouth corner showed a creepy arc.

Such a small place actually has sports cars. If they're so rich, why are they still operating in the wee hours? Uh, this isn't the Organization's business, is it? Krieg randomly found a car he recognized, said hello, took the keys, and tossed the remaining money to the owner. Even with his friendliness, the trembling owner immediately locked the door after he left, even pulling the roller shutter all the way down.

It's not me who started the trouble, Krieg walked towards the parking lot helplessly. The man, who was so old that he had no teeth, fell to the ground, tears and blood mixed together, and he trembled occasionally. The girl had half of her hair fallen out, and she kept apologizing while crying.

[Dying heroically] The terrifying body turned around, and when it saw that the person coming was Krieg, it automatically disappeared into the air.

"I know. I'm heading your way right now. Don't do anything before I get there," Prosciut said, holding up his phone. "I'm not kidding. You can't handle their abilities."

"What? You came back to life just to discourage me, didn't you?" Krieg could tell from the tone of his voice that it was Gachu on the other end of the phone. The grumpy old man really was against everyone except the team leader. "I'll go by myself, Proshut, don't look down on me, damn it! I'm going to cross that bridge, you can handle it yourself!"

"Hey, Jiaqiu, Jiaqiu, why is this broken phone out of battery!" Proshut pursed his lips anxiously. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. The phone slipped out of his hand and hit the girl directly on the head, causing her to faint without a sound.

The man who beat Lao Lailai appeared, and he was the one with...Proshut.

Krieg looked at them with pity. "Let's not even talk about the idiotic act of physically contacting Proshut. You're not the protagonists, nor are you the boss. Who gave you the confidence to come and cause trouble for us? Do I look weak?"

By the way, who's that swollen, succulent potted face in the rearview mirror? Why is there green hair on it?...

Krieg fell silent.

"Damn it, Bessie, let's go support Jiaqiu immediately! He said he's on the bridge. There are only a few bridges within this distance. Let's search one by one!"

"Brother, can't you call and find out?" Krieg certainly knew which bridge it was, but Proshut's behavior seemed to indicate that this was an opportunity to get rid of him.

"Communications have been cut off. People connected to the organization are everywhere. No matter whose phone we use, it's useless. Let's get out of here now."

What kind of high technology is this???

That's right. Without this technology, the man in the Colosseum could have simply snatched a passerby's phone, and the invincible Jotaro Kujo and the SPW Corporation would have immediately surrounded and eliminated Passion. Passion's ability to influence European security is impressive, but it would have collapsed in an instant before the SPW Corporation and that man. But why can assassination teams still call each other?! Encrypted communication? Then the man in the Colosseum must have some computer skills, right?

Krieg couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up. It was 3:50 AM, and Gacho's attack with [White Album] had occurred at 4:43 AM. This was the real world, after all, and Krieg wasn't sure if his boss would change the meeting place. He had to keep up with Bucciarati and his group!

"Mr. Jotaro, Giorno has joined the gang." When Krieg set off, Hirose Koichi also called Japan, "They seem to be doing something, I will continue to observe."

"Okay," Giorno Giovanna replied, "as expected, he's Dio's son. Maybe I should go and see for myself." The Italian coast is also home to dolphins, and Koichi felt a bit bad about being alone in a foreign country, even though he was quite happy.

Jotaro put down the phone. For some reason, he had mixed feelings towards Italy.

I must be overthinking it, I guess.

Chapter 17: The Awakening of Four People (Part 1)

160, 240, 270, 300!

The roaring Pagani Zonda passed by on the mountain road. The performance of 5200 rpm was squeezed to the limit, and the large-displacement V12 engine provided an output of nearly 402 horsepower. Only a yellow lightning could be seen, which just appeared and immediately disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

Krieg had never driven so fast before. The constant flow of power from his back to his spine sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't tell if it was fear or excessive excitement. The wheels slid along the ground, teetering on the edge of losing control. The whirring sports car tore through the air that dared to stand in his way. Krieg's movements were steady, as he felt the steering wheel was about to break under his grip. He even used the Beach Boys to tie himself to the seat.

Italian technology does have its merits. On the straight section, Krieg checked the time. It was now 4:30, and there were 13 minutes left before the attack from the hill. He had no way of reaching the scene before that.

Krieg took a breath and slowly slowed down. Next was the inner city. Even in the early morning, there were drunks on the streets. If he maintained high speed with his driving skills, he would definitely get into trouble.

Next up was Gachu's fight with Giorno and Mista. I hoped my presence wouldn't cause any further changes. No matter how much Krieg thought about it, he couldn't understand Mista's vitality. He'd been shot in the head multiple times in the evening, yet by dawn he was carrying out his mission normally. Even with the [Gold Experience], which both healed and replenished his vitality, how on earth could he be so full of life in just a few hours?

Proshut had been tricked into the opposite direction by him, and before he realized something was wrong and came back, the story of the gangster plotting to get promoted and gang up on the gang leader had ended.

The soul exchange at the Colosseum was a joke. Destiny should be in our own hands. Only those who have given their all can claim to be lucky. The disc containing the meeting location was hidden in the lion statue in the station square. Krieg was certain of this. Formaggio, the assassination team's first casualty, died in the morning, and Merloni died at midnight. Only one day passed, and the boss couldn't change the hiding place. Krieg considered that if the disc's location remained unchanged, the boss's meeting location wouldn't change either, but unfortunately, this was the real world, and the boss could change the instructions at any time via the internet. Krieg couldn't take that risk.

The most important thing is to track the protagonists. If necessary, Krieg will even deal with Gaschu. When they come, one of Giorno and Mista can go back to inform them. If the one who goes to see the boss is not Bucciarati, with the ability and destructive power of the [Crimson King], whether it is attacking or escaping, if he does not kill the boss on the first meeting, the subsequent surge of Stand users will completely overwhelm him.

Krieg didn't have any idea about the upcoming battle. Objectively speaking, the ability of "White Album" was far superior to that of Comista and Giorno. Even looking at the entire fifth part, Gaschu was the only character who died in vain, and for no apparent reason.

He reminds the enemy when launching a sneak attack, does not strike fatally when taking the initiative but has to slowly test the enemy, does not finish off the opponent when both are injured, never dodges attacks, and gives the opponent crazy opportunities when the intelligence is overwhelming. Anyone else might be able to win. The better Jiaqiu develops his abilities, the worse his performance in combat will be.

From the moment he and Prosciutto survived, the plot deviated from its trajectory, and the clear front turned into chaos. The most important thing now is to keep up with Bucciarati and his crew. If you can save Gacho, then do so. If not, then forget it. There are many useful abilities, and the more stupid you are, the greater the danger. What's more, the mission requires killing the boss one-on-one.

Time is urgent, and the probability of making mistakes will increase. Krieg knows that his weakness is close combat. Objectively speaking, as long as a stand like the Beach Boys is protected before the enemy gets close, anyone who comes will die. If Bessie's partner is not Prosciut but any powerful close combat stand in the assassination team, Krieg can kill the protagonist on the train as early as possible.

Calm down, calm down. Being a Stand user is just one part of me. Krieg tapped his index finger unconsciously, using this movement to calm his blood, which was slowly boiling with anticipation for the next battle. He couldn't rely solely on his abilities; he had to utilize the environment and weapons, exploit the information asymmetry, and then charge forward with all his might! Next up was the 3.5km-long bridge. He could speed up!

Before the Ultimate Traitor Krieg arrived, Kachu had already fought with Mista Giorno, and Kachu was gradually accumulating advantages.

"He lowered his head and saw the vent!" No. 1 shouted, "Now!"

"Bang, bang", the bullets flew towards Jiaqiu's back. In order to make a fatal blow, Misda fired two shots!

"That's no problem, go ahead", NO.1 and NO.2 chose the right moment and fired both bullets in front of the air hole on the back of [White Album]. As we all know, commentary does not take up time in JOJO. Jiaqiu had no reaction and sank a few points after being hit by the two bullets, and could only make a "ho ho" sound.

"Great, hit," the two little men high-fived in the air, but a knocking sound interrupted their celebration.

"What is this sound? What is this sound, could it be..." Giorno squatted in front of the car. The ice created by Gascoigne had begun to melt, and the car that fell into the river was sinking. Giorno felt that something was wrong, he had to swim over!

"Mista, you're aiming for my breathing pores. Ultra-low temperatures can freeze the air. Have you considered the bullet's rebound?" Jiaqiu knew where the weakness was after he used the [White Album] to create the shell. His plan to lure Mista into firing was successful. "[White Album Silent Weeping], I've already created a protective wall with frozen air! I can block any close-range attacks!"

"Mistah!" Giorno, who was in the sea, reacted quickly. He had activated his shirt with [Golden Experience]. The stretched vines had pushed Mista away, but a rebound bullet hit Mista.

"Hahahaha, I want to see what you are looking for." Jiaqiu ignored the low-health Mista and swam straight ashore to rummage through the trash can.

Giorno was right, it's all my fault. Mista held onto the steps with his good hand. "If I'd gotten that disc first, we'd have won," he said, struggling to climb ashore. Gascoigne had already finished searching the trash cans and was looking for another spot.

"Where is it, Mista? Judging from the position you ran from, it must be right here, right?" Jiaqiu took out a photo. "There must be a clue in this photo. What is it?!"

P.S. Why is there a "Shang" in today's title? Because the author realized that he couldn't get votes with just one update, so the so-called enlightenment is to update twice! So there will be another update before midnight today!

Chapter 18: The Awakening of Four People (Part 2)

Oh no, the situation is terrible, Mista is starting to give up on himself.

Giorno's heart sank when he saw Mista's expression. He knew that Mista was ready to sacrifice his life to save himself from failure. However, only those who are aware of the situation can open up a path in the darkness, even if it means sacrificing their own lives. This is the common responsibility of Mista and me!

"Mistah!" Giorno's actions stopped Mista's impulse, "The so-called enlightenment is to be able to open up a path to move forward in the dark wilderness." Giorno raised his arms high and smashed the ice with all his strength. The surging blood spurted out from under the shattered skin, directly dyeing the entire frozen air red!

The cold air, the sudden roar in his ears, and the heavy eyelids! Giorno was sure that Mista would understand his will and defeat the enemy!

"What are you doing?" Jiaqiu stretched his neck out of shock. He couldn't understand why someone would seek death.

"Ah, I see that road." Mista, who was shocked by Giorno's behavior, saw it clearly, saw the road in the air. The solidified air could no longer block his bullets. The remaining bullets were all fired and bounced off the lamppost to the back of Gascoigne!

"It's useless, Mista. I told you, the speed at which the air condenses can protect my pores. As long as you put the condensed air blocks into the pores and melt them, I can get oxygen. I don't even have pores now!" Jiaqiu laughed wildly. "You can't beat me. Are you ready to die, Mista?"

The bullets refracted in the air and changed their directions. Even if the Sexy Pistols wanted to change direction, they couldn't do it. All six bullets hit Mista, sending him flying backwards!

I've already made the "Awakening," Giorno. If you hadn't shown me your "Awakening," I wouldn't have been able to see this path, this "Awakening Path" of deliberately using my body to block bullets.

The blood gushing out of Mista's body blurred Jiaqiu's vision. Under the ultra-low temperature, the blood solidified almost instantly, turning Jiaqiu into a blind man.

Jiaqiu couldn't see the muzzle of the gun for the next two shots; he couldn't dodge! When the bullets hit him, the force pushed him back a few steps. It was during these steps that the protruding corner of the bent pole pierced Jiaqiu's breathing hole.

What's going on?! It hurts so much! It hurts so much! Jiaqiu roared in his heart, what is this warm thing? Why is it flowing out of my neck?

"You just asked me if I was prepared." Mista couldn't even support his upper body, but he would rather hold on to the ground and raised the gun. "Hey, then I'll show you! You have to be prepared for me too. Be prepared to be beaten to pieces and go down a road of no return!"

Having finally wiped the blood away, Kachu panicked. Unlike Mista, he'd been hit directly by the bullet. The bullet's kinetic energy had been expended by the constant ricocheting of the solidified air. By the time it reached Mista, its force had been significantly reduced. While it had indeed struck flesh, it wasn't fatal. I'd already lost my balance. If this continued, the bullet would continue to push me toward the spikes. Was this going to cost me my life?!

There must be a way. If I freeze my own blood, can't I force Mista into a desperate situation?!

He must make a quick decision, Jiaqiu ignored the roaring auditory hallucinations in his ears. Now his only enemies are Mista and the newcomer. If they wait for the team leader's support, they will have to face six people. I have to be faster, faster.

Bullets were fired one after another and bounced back. This was an all-round competition between the two men's bodies and wills. On one side was Mista, who could no longer stand up. The serious injuries and bleeding had almost drained his will. On the other side was Jiaqiu, who was struggling to support his body. The sharp spikes piercing his neck and the pain of ultra-low temperature inside his body made him unable to feel his own body.

Finally, Jiaqiu's strategy of fixing his body with his own blood showed its effect, and Mista was shot in the forehead.

"Ha, yes, I win, hahahaha", Gaschu couldn't even utter a complete sentence, but in his desperate eyes, Giorno hugged Mista, and with the power of [Golden Experience], the wound on Mista's forehead was quickly repaired. Although there was a dent in the skull and the blood loss made him unable to stand up, Gaschu knew that Mista's condition was no longer important and he had no chance of survival.

"Awareness is still not as good as numbers. If everyone was here..." Jiaqiu widened his eyes. The golden stand-in had already stood in front of him and raised his foot.

"Wood...."

"Bang!" As Gacho, waiting for death, looked up, he heard an unusual sound. In the corner of his vision, a yellow sports car, sparking, ran over Giorno fiercely! A familiar fishhook snagged on the lamppost where he was standing. The rear window of the sports car shattered with a loud bang, pulling the lamppost to free Gacho, while also using the force of the pull to avoid crashing into the sea.

At the critical moment, Giorno pushed Mista away, but he was hit by the bumper, his left arm was twisted into a knot, and his upper body was indeed scratched.

"First of all, Gacho, you really deserved it. Secondly, don't think that you can always outnumber the enemy, Giorno!" Krieg rolled on the ground twice to relieve the force. He kept moving while talking, and threw all the knives and forks hidden in his arms at Giorno, and kicked Gacho aside.

"It was a one-on-one match, you interfered, I interfered, and now it's still a one-on-one match."

"You are the one on the train"

"Bessie, what's wrong with you?"

"Beach Boys!" Krieg's voice drowned out everyone else's. He wasn't here to play house. Daybreak was approaching and Bucciarati and his crew were about to arrive. He had to make a quick decision, both letting them get the disc and reducing their numbers.

Bucciarati and Giorno, my brother was almost killed by you.

Seeing the hook being stopped by the plant that Giorno had temporarily activated, Krieg's eyes turned cold, "This is not a business matter, Giorno Giovanna. Now, this is a personal vendetta between us."

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My consciousness has not been activated yet.

Chapter 19 Intrigue and Scheming Against Each Other

Big Brother survived not because of your sympathy, but because I saved him, Giorno Giovanna. You have no mercy on your enemies, and I don't blame you. I would do the same. Even if our lives were cut short by the boss's oppression, it was Big Brother who struck first, so your response was flawless.

But there are not so many truths in this world. There are only living individuals. The reason why Homo sapiens defeated and devoured Neanderthals is because we believe in some non-material things, from nation to friendship. Social humans can never give up feelings.

The most divine JOJO, I can’t become you, fortunately, I just want to deal with you.

If Giorno dies, Bucciarati won't survive either. Our encounter ends here! I'll defeat the boss, and you'll just be slaves to your fate! Giorno, your ideals and ambitions will ultimately be consumed by the flames of your passion. Someone else will take on the responsibility of saving this world!

"You..." Giorno gasped. Golden Experience stood in front of him, turned his fingers back, and slowly treated his injuries. Unfortunately, the broken bones could not be removed, and the growing flesh was pricked by the bones. Giorno's face was pale.