We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"There are still 15 minutes until sunrise, Giorno. I'll give you one minute to cut off your hand and reattach it. No more waiting." Krieg took two steps back to show his sincerity, put the fishhook back to his side, and turned around to suture Gaschu's wound.

"Look at the enemy! Hey, Bessie, wait, what are you doing? Hey, hey, hey? I'm asking you a question, what is this?"

Krieg turned the blue box in his hand, allowing Jiaqiu to see a line of Italian writing. "It's dental floss." God knows how devilish Krieg's expression looked when he turned cold. "A kind clerk gave me this box of dental floss from the hotel. It's basically clean. Since you can still scream so loudly, you can hold it in."

"Hold it back?"

Jiaqiu stared blankly at Krieger threading the dental floss onto the fishhook and then reaching behind his neck. "Bessie, Bessie, what are you doing? Don't be ridiculous, this, ah! Stay away from me! It hurts so much!!!"

what are they doing?

Bessie turned around, and Giorno froze for a moment. He didn't know his enemy was about to let go of this golden opportunity, but seeing the unconscious Mista, he raised his sword and chopped off the rotten hand. The animated ladybug ornament climbed to the shoulder and transformed into a new arm.

The new arm was pure white. Although it was still weak and the joints were still painful, it was complete. Giorno was about to attack, but when he saw Krieg still sewing, he hesitated for a moment and put his hand down.

That makes us even, Bessie.

I know your hook can ignore buildings or flesh, but not only my [Golden Experience], you can't penetrate any living creature made of Stand energy. Before my Stand energy is exhausted, with [Beach Boy] being much slower than me, you have absolutely no chance of winning!

Giorno waited until Krieg finished stitching, and when "Bessie" stood up, Giorno flexed his wrist and said, "Can we start?"

Krieg nodded. The first ray of sunlight shone upon the two of them. Even the streetlight, still working even after being shattered, slowly dimmed beneath the light-sensitive resistor. With perfect coordination, the two attacked simultaneously. Krieg swung his fishing rod, and the line instantly stretched. Attacking the heart is too inefficient. Go straight for the brain. I don't believe [Gold Experience] can regenerate a brain with a missing piece!

The fishhook pierced Giorno directly. This time, with the help of his vision, the circling fishhook easily avoided the plants that Giorno had activated in advance.

Something was wrong. The enemy's speed had increased. Could it be that he had been hiding his strength? Giorno realized that his estimation of the enemy was slightly off. This speed was more than twice as fast as he had imagined.

In a moment of carelessness, the arm and plants that were blocking the way were pierced by the fishing line. Before the hook pierced the head, [Golden Experience] grabbed the tail of the hook and avoided the worst result. Even so, there was still a big gash in the corner of the eye.

It was the growth of the enemy's mental strength, and the speed of Bessie's wrist swings. When it came to combat, Giorno was nothing like a fifteen-year-old child. He only needed to experience a difference once to immediately see the problem. [Golden Experience] changed the speed of the attack and also changed the target, changing it to grabbing the fishing line.

With the Beach Boy's form, the fishing line extends from the coil, meaning the length only increases at the tail. The area already held won't suddenly lengthen. As long as I can hold on, the front section is the safest! I should close the distance and trap him with animated plants. Bessie's stand can't fight back on her behalf, meaning I'll be facing an ordinary person if I get close. As long as I can get within the range of the Golden Experience, I'll win.

While Giorno was analyzing the enemy, Krieg also received feedback from the fishhook. Giorno's weight was 20% lighter than his. Neither the C-level power of [Golden Experience] nor Giorno's own strength could match him, but he couldn't deal with two at the same time, so the best way was to use the fishhook to continuously consume the enemy's physical strength and be prepared to kill with one blow.

Gaschu and Mista are both seriously injured and cannot intervene in this battle. I can wear him down by wasting time. I have to keep my distance and not let Giorno get close to me.

The fishhook rotated flexibly, occasionally feinting at Giorno's body, forcing him to focus most of his energy on dealing with the Beach Boy, while Krieg kept keeping his distance and constantly adjusted his position so that the sunlight could shine into Giorno's eyes.

If he's shaken for just half a second, I can pierce his brain!

Victory is about constantly piling up your trump cards and overwhelming your opponent! Bucciarati and his crew are at least five minutes away. Can you hold on until the next second?!

Krieg was thinking, and Giorno didn't give up.

This is not good, Giorno realized. His enemy was much more cautious than he thought, and his stand energy was running low. The excessive consumption made his mind a little confused. He had to fight quickly and decisively.

[Golden Experience] Suddenly ignoring the hook, he began to punch around Giorno like a tornado, as if he had given up on himself, but the more he did this, the more cautious Krieg became. Giorno was not a superior, and wanton squandering of physical strength was fatal. He must have some ideas!

Wait, why is [Golden Experience] attacking the floor and activating the floor?

The sun finally came out, but Giorno didn't seem to notice, squinting his eyes. Krieg seized the opportunity and finally pierced Giorno's brain with his hook, but it hit his skull, which was covered by the Stand's power! Before Krieg could make the next move, his feet suddenly became unstable. Several bamboo shoots penetrated the ground and directly knocked him over!

"Bessie, this is your mistake!" Giorno rushed towards him, and Krieg's ankle made a crisp sound. When he turned over and stood up, Giorno was already very close to him. The fist wind of [Golden Experience] almost caused phantom pain on his face.

He actually had the heart to animate his own skull. Is this Giorno's realization?!

Just before the outcome was decided, Giorno discovered that Krieg was still in the mood to fiddle with his index finger, and the determination in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest, and there was even a hint of sarcasm.

But how do you know that your trap is not my opportunity, Giorno?

ps: It turns out that a contract can be signed even if the book is less than 5 words, so the contract for this book was signed.

31 monthly tickets have been received.

Chapter 20 I have a bold idea

[Golden Experience] did hit Krieg's face. Before the facial muscles were deformed by kinetic energy, the fishhook hidden under the epidermis finally got the chance. With both of Golden Experience's hands occupied, it pierced Giorno's heart almost at the same time.

"Poof!" Giorno completely failed to notice. He had always assumed the hook had been thrown behind him, ready to finish off the enemy before it struck. Who knew Krieg would actually bury the hook in his cheek? The enemy was indeed sent flying, but the hook's length didn't extend. The hook, this deadly weapon, pierced Giorno's heart, filled him with pain. But more importantly, the enemy he had sent flying was pulling his heart along with him!

It hurts! It hurts!!! It hurts!!!

No matter how calm and resilient Giorno was, he had made a mental estimate of the injuries he had experienced before. He would assess his injuries and prepare in advance, but the success of [Beach Boy]'s attack was not within his expectations. Although [Golden Experience] grabbed the fishing line at the first moment, he had already suffered real damage.

Unable to move, Giorno froze in place, knowing that his enemy wouldn't be knocked down with just one punch, and he was in trouble.

Those who are unwilling to give will not receive anything in return. Krieg felt the elasticity of the fishing line. Giorno had finally been fooled. This was a big sacrifice. Being strong is a temporary issue, but being handsome is a lifelong matter. First he was beaten, and now his face was disfigured. His face must be completely unsightly.

No, this is Bessie's face, it has nothing to do with me, Krieg.

Krieg climbed out of the bushes, scattering leaves and dirt. Just as he'd expected, Giorno hadn't considered that a non-humanoid Stand could be canceled and resummoned. Back when he was reading the manga, Krieg had been puzzled by how Bucciarati could use Bessie's fishing line to break Bessie's neck. Clearly, all he had to do was cancel it. Clearly, a non-physical Stand couldn't maintain its form even when the original body was severely damaged. Apparently, Bessie, in her panic, hadn't considered this.

Without a convenient nurse, I had to rely on self-harm to create opportunities. It was precisely because I couldn't heal my injuries that Giorno ignored me and used this style of fighting that could result in both of us dying if we weren't careful.

The fishing line continued to tighten, and the elasticity of the Beach Boy played a big role. Giorno was unable to deal with the fishhook in his body, and he couldn't even make any bigger movements.

"Puff", "Puff", now Giorno can only vomit blood. Mista has completely fainted, and other companions are not around. Am I going to die here?

It seemed so. His vision was beginning to turn gray, but Giorno would not give up. He had just said, "In the dark wilderness, carve out a path that must be followed." There must be a way out of this situation, another solution. Giorno was still pondering, but his combat wits were still too much to handle the unstoppable Stand ability that had already been activated.

"Why, chasing Trish, what did she do wrong?" Giorno could only delay time. He firmly believed in his own wisdom. As long as he could delay for a little bit of time, he would be able to "poof".

"If we must chat, I hope it's after you're dead." Krieger didn't give Giorno a chance at all. He continued to let out the fishing line to prevent Giorno from taking advantage of the tension. The hook also began to pierce Giorno's heart. "Giorno, there is a man named Dominic Pucci in this world. He once said something I want to tell you. Your greatest sin is that you don't even think of yourself as a sinner. That is the most unforgivable sin. The gangster superstar is the gang boss. Now that you have joined the gang, the greater your ambitions, the more miserable it will be for ordinary people in Italy. This has nothing to do with your future choices. If everyone in the gang is a good person, they won't join at all!"

It doesn't make sense. What other creatures can [Golden Experience] create? I must have a way, Giorno kept believing before the pain in his heart. He could no longer hear what the enemy was saying, but he had one last way to protect himself, and that was to play dead and bet that the enemy wouldn't notice.

Unfortunately, Mista was right behind him. Giorno thought that the ice-using Stand he encountered in this mission would sacrifice one person, but as long as he couldn't hold on, Mista would also die here, and the [disc] would definitely fall into the hands of the enemy.

Giorno gave up his heart. He couldn't think anymore. His injuries would let his companions know who did it. Perhaps the replay of Abbazia could find a clue. If there was no other way, at least I had to delay the enemy! Giorno bit his lip. It didn't matter that I couldn't see clearly anymore. I could still find the enemy's position by following the fishing line!

Giorno charged towards Krieg. The enemy lies at the end of the fishing line. My [Golden Experience] will inflict more damage on you, but my teammates will carry on my legacy and embark on a path of prosperity!

"Wood, big, big, big, big, big!"

"You are the one who is useless," Krieg concluded. The dinner knife that was originally on the ground was caught by the fishing line and was now in his hand. Before the Golden Experience hit him, Krieg adjusted the angle and the dinner knife pierced Giorno's heart without any hindrance.

It's over, at least it seems to me that it's over.

Looking at the rising sun, Krieg felt lost. Such a powerful Giorno fell just like that. He felt that something was missing. He had not played all his cards yet. The overwhelming amount of information allowed him to win easily.

These plants created by the Golden Experience were still alive, and it seemed that Giorno was not completely dead. Krieger walked over and stepped on the plants created by the Golden Experience one by one to prevent the plants from turning into hearts. In the distance, the sound of a ship moving forward could be heard, probably Bucciarati and the others were about to arrive.

The revenge is over. The voice of [Aerosmith] is very close. Krieg looks at Giorno who is still breathing and is moved by his stubbornness. His elder brother's revenge is over.

Krieg's anger had almost subsided by now, and he was actually a little grateful for the wonderful fight starring Giorno. Looking at Giorno, who looked like a dead man, Krieg had a new idea. Since you can hold on despite such serious injuries, I might as well give you a chance to live a little longer. If you become a gang boss, Big Brother will be in danger, so don't blame me.

[Beach Boy]'s hook gently detached from the fishing line and swam in through Giorno's chin.

You are the protagonist, you must meet the boss. Krieg took out the fourth one, walked to Mista and kicked him to wake him up, then pulled up Jiaqiu and left the two of them with a mysterious smile.

ps: I caught up on sleep on Sunday and stayed up until dark. . . . .

I have 44 monthly tickets now, and I feel both sad and happy.

Chapter 21 Fight, Run, Layout, Photography, Music

Mista woke up slowly, he felt like he was run over by a truck, every bullet hole in his body was filled with pain that penetrated deep into his bones, the numbness and severe pain made him unable to use any strength, but Giorno who fell in the distance made him forget the pain. In a hurry, Mista gave up waking up his body which had become a burden, and directly bit the ground with his teeth, moving forward little by little.

"Giorno, Giorno, are you still alive?" Mista spat out the bloody mud and crawled in front of Giorno. Because Giorno's shirt had been activated into a plant stick when it was in the water, Mista avoided Gaschu's attack, so the big crack on his chest was facing Mista. The bloodless and somewhat white wound made Mista dizzy, and Mista's face became paler than the edge of the wound.

Mista lowered his head, "Damn it, Giorno!"

The arms that had lost control of him were given power at this moment. Mista hugged Giorno tightly and cried. He had never been so sad before. Even when he suffered dangerous injuries, he was still strong. But today, Mista's tears flowed uncontrollably from his face. "Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it," Mista trembled. He had always believed in the guidance of fate, but his fate betrayed him.

It was Giorno who fought alongside him, and it was Giorno who pointed the way for him with his determination. Although Giorno was just a new rookie, things always developed as he expected since some time ago. Unknowingly, his awareness was passed on to me, but today he was killed by the enemy for me. It's all my fault!

"Giorno!!!!"

Mista sobbed. In the distance, Aerosmith was taking off. Bucciarati and the others were almost here. This is how I'm going to break the news of Giorno's death to them! Mista collapsed helplessly, the strength that had supported him completely gone. Fatigue and pain gripped him, gnawing at him with teeth made of guilt.

Mista looked at Giorno's remains. His eyes were still open after his death. He must have died unwillingly.

Damn, damn, damn!

Mista pounded the ground. It's all my fault. Mista trembled. He saw the broken heart fragments on the ground again and felt that his heart was broken as well. It's all my fault! Mista's heart was gnawed by guilt. He wanted to close Giorno's eyes, but he couldn't do it no matter what. Helpless, he cried even more miserably.

"Wait, Mista," the always crying No. 5 recovered first. He lost consciousness after being frozen and didn't know what happened, so he found that Giorno was not refusing to close his eyes, but was looking at something. "Look at the top of his head, something is moving, Mista!"

Mista stopped crying. He thought of the enemy who had used the fishhook. His companion's body couldn't be desecrated, so wouldn't those enemies spare it?! Furious and heartbroken, Mista looked closely at Giorno. Sure enough, something was moving rhythmically on his forehead. He reached out his hand, and to his surprise, beneath the blood, was a stag beetle. It crawled into his hand and transformed into a piece of pure white bone.

This is? Part of Giorno's skull?

Before Mista could see clearly, the bone turned into a beating heart, and Giorno's breath quickly faded.

Chapter 22: Grabbing Mista, "It's the heart, the injured part of Giorno is also the heart, put it back quickly", Mista subconsciously pressed the heart into Giorno's chest. In the sticky touch, there was actually a piece missing under Giorno's ribs. As the heart returned to its place, Giorno resumed breathing.

This this

Mista looked at Giorno who had returned from the dead, and fell to the ground again in a mixture of sorrow and joy. Giorno sat up, and Mista fell to the ground with his mouth open, unable to say anything. He could only look at him, "We lost, Mista, luckily we are still alive."

"Luckily, the enemy hasn't completely forgotten what I created and actually destroyed all the plants. If they had the time, why didn't they just kill me?" Giorno was very confused for a while. Mista finally reacted and hugged Giorno with his last bit of strength, "Great, you're still alive! You're still alive!!"

"What's wrong, Mista?" Giorno hugged him gently. "The enemy didn't take the disc. I turned it into a frog and jumped away."

"Giorno," Mista gasped, feeling his heart failing him, "Help me heal quickly, I can't take it anymore, before I die, heal me quickly."

"Of course, but I must make one thing clear first. My Golden Experience, to be precise, isn't about healing, but about replenishing vitality. It's about creating body parts. I can give life to those bullets stuck in your body, turning them into your damaged blood vessels and tissues, thus filling the wounds."

"Stop explaining and get started."

"This isn't considered treatment, so it's natural that it will hurt. Don't come complaining to me afterwards."

"Why do you put an 'oh' in every sentence? You're coaxing a child, it hurts!" Mista couldn't help but scream, "It hurts, please be gentle! Please be gentle, please be gentle!"

"You're a gangster after all, just bear with it," Giorno said unmoved. "You have 18 gunshot wounds on your body. I have to take off your clothes, otherwise I can't repair the wounds."

At this time, a boat from Naranja passed by here and said, "Bucciarati, there are only two people here."

"It seems everything is normal, that's why they are waiting for us there leisurely," Bucciarati answered in the turtle, because the small plane can be used for reconnaissance, and there is no need for others to be on the boat, which would be too conspicuous.

"I'm here, Mista, Joe"

At this moment, Mista was struggling under Giorno's hands, "Be gentle, be gentle, don't take off my clothes, I feel it, ah ah ah ah!"

"Ahh!" Narancia felt like he was struck by lightning. As a gangster, he knew what these two people were doing. Giorno even took off his shirt. This was a public place, how could these two people do this! ! ! !

These two people actually have this kind of relationship!

Bucciarati noticed something was wrong, "What's wrong, Narancia? Didn't you find them?"

"It's okay, ah, there's sand in my eyes", Narancia understood that these two people wanted to do something secretly in the early morning when there was no one around, and they couldn't be exposed, so I had to divert Bucciarati and the others' attention. As a good friend, I had to speak louder and remind them to finish quickly.

What a genius I am!

"Sand, it's sand. I'm blinded by the sand!"

"I was defeated by two gays? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Jiaqiu looked at the brotherhood being performed on the bench with a distorted face.

"Shut up," Krieg said excitedly, holding up his cell phone. There were three telescopes, and they both had a share of the cell phone.

If you become the boss, Big Brother will be in danger, so it's okay for me to keep some evidence. I'm not going to kill you, it's just a video.

I'm such a good leader! Krieg praised himself.

Chapter 23 The Unlovable Cat and the Lovely Man

After Krieg confirmed that there was no more plot there, he turned off his phone and carefully backed up the files on several floppy disks, giving them all kinds of strange names to ensure that no one would notice.

In 2000, USB flash drives were still a rare commodity. Putting aside the question of where one could get one with the money and skill, the fact that they only had a maximum capacity of 32MB left Krieger speechless.

"Jiaqiu, calm down for a moment," Krigra grabbed Jiaqiu who was destroying the house, "If you don't stop, I'm going to hang you from the ceiling. You can try."

"Are you really Bessie?" Jiaqiu looked at Krieger suspiciously, throwing the half-disassembled chair on the ground. "The Bessie who doesn't even touch alcohol or coffee and only drinks milk?"

Krieg's character role-playing has ended, but Jiaqiu still reminded him that the information collected by the boss should be about the cowardly Bessie, and perhaps he could use this to trick him.

In the face of survival difficulties, the fewer moral constraints, the greater the chance of survival. Why would there be any psychological burden in killing an unforgivable moldy dead octopus? It is simply eliminating harm for the people.

Krieg himself felt shameless, so he quickly collected his thoughts and said, "Alcohol is harmful to the body. I have devoted my harmful lifestyle entirely to fat and sugar. But I also need your answer. Why are we hunting down Bucciarati and the others?"

"Huh?" Gascoy leaned forward, looking like he was asking for a beating. "Our goal is to capture the boss's daughter. As for Bucciarati, he's a former protection racketeer who just got lucky and bought off a cadre. Why should we kill them? Are they a threat?"

Krieg stared blankly at Jiaqiu's neck, which was still bleeding. Jiaqiu realized something was wrong and yelled, "What's wrong with you, Bessie! Do you look down on me? If it wasn't a two-on-one fight, do you think I would lose?!"

"Damn it! Don't think I'll be grateful to you just because you saved me!" Jiaqiu said angrily, waving the curtains again. "I'm going out and killing them all right now! Just wait!"

"Don't think you're so great just because you saved me. Where's the [disc]? Why didn't you get the [disc]?"

"What [disc]?" Krieg pretended not to know. It could only be explained by the change in Bessie's personality, but what Krieg knew still could not be expressed better than Bessie.

Jiaqiu was stunned. Yes, he didn't tell Proshut about the [disc], and Bessie really didn't know what her mission was. In other words, he and Bessie were beaten in vain and did not achieve any goals.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Well, a cat-eared stand-in, who loves sharpening his claws and has a bad temper (fur fuzz), is indeed a cat. No wonder he died so miserably. Krieg watched Jiaqiu rage and shook his head. Outside the window, Naranjia had already met up with the bench brothers, but the atmosphere was clearly a little off.

The little plane has grown up, and Krieg feels very relieved.