The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Is there any need to answer this question?

Why can't you drink boiling water?

Because it burns your mouth.

Why can't you eat something that has fallen on the ground?

Because it's dirty.

Why shouldn’t we easily believe what our enemies say?

Because you will suffer a loss!

You seem to be quite smart normally, why do you have to lower your intelligence at the critical moment?

"Abdel, when have I ever done anything that I was unsure of?

Besides, do you think I'm a soft-hearted person? "

The moment he finished speaking, a murderous look flashed in Jon's eyes.

Armament Haki enhanced. Ripple dash. Finger gun!

'call out.'

The power of compressed air bullets is even three times greater than that of real bullets!

Behind Abdel, Risut, who was shot in the middle of the eyebrows, staggered and appeared.

He looked at Jon in disbelief.

"Why."

Jon replied as a matter of course: “I deliberately didn’t tell you that you could be invisible, of course, so that you could approach me invisible.

Also, you don’t think I’m so blind that I can’t see the hatred hidden in your eyes, do you?

Fearing that it was not safe, he shot Risut a few more times.

This time, Risut was completely out of breath, and fell backwards with a strong sense of unwillingness.

Until his death, he stared at Jon with resentment and refused to close his eyes.

"Tch, who are you trying to scare?"

Jon didn't care.

Honest Abdel swallowed.

Be nice.

If you haven’t watched the palace fighting dramas for the past ten years, you will never understand all these twists and turns.

You are really a cunning boy.

Coincidentally.

As soon as Risut was defeated, Jiaqiu, who came to support him, returned to the factory.

Jon took a look.

Well, you don't leave either.

Watch the fight!

"Armament Haki Enhancement. Ripple Sprint. Iron Block, Shatter!"

What is the current situation?

Two against one.

How to lose?

Just asking you how to lose!

All in all, the advantage is mine.

Euler, Euler, Euler!

Jon swung his fists vigorously.

Abdel was awarded the title of 'Gold Medal Assistant'.

There is no need to do anything else, just use the 'Red Magician' to increase the temperature around you and weaken the enemy's armor.

Quiet as a virgin, swift as a rabbit.

In just a few breaths, Jon subdued the skater boy whose abilities had been severely weakened.

Jiaqiu cursed and resisted.

Jon was too lazy to continue playing nice with the other party, so he aimed his finger gun at the breathing hole on the back of the enemy's neck and fired a volley of air bullets.

Jiaqiu, died.

"It's done."

The battle was over, and Jon wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

This time, 'get it done' really means get it done.

The four assassins have all been killed!

Chapter 21 Clues and Tobio

That night.

Naples, Hotel 'Sa Grande'.

"Pain Pain"

Polnareff grinned at Abdel who was changing his dressing.

"I said, can't you be a little gentler?"

Without waiting for Abdel to reply, he continued, “So that’s why men and such are not good enough.

Where is the nurse, the lovely young nurse? I want to be replaced! "

Hearing this, Abdel increased the strength of his hands with an expressionless face.

"what!"

Polnareff immediately howled like a pig being slaughtered.

Fortunately, this is a high-end hotel with first-class soundproofing facilities.

Otherwise, they will both be complained about!

After changing the medicine, Abdel, who had been tortured so much by Polnareff, sat down on the single sofa and let out a long sigh.

"It's finally over."

"Hey, what does that expression mean? Do you dislike me? Mohammed Abdel, you've changed!"

Polnareff continued to chatter.

Abdel was annoyed by his noise and couldn't help but say, "Alright, calm down for a while. If you keep moving around while injured, you might suffer from sequelae!"

"I know my body. I've suffered worse injuries before." Polnareff muttered, "I just feel upset and want to talk."

Abdel was silent.

The unlucky kid Bobo suffered a disadvantage in his first battle. He was pulled into the strange mirror world before he officially fought with the enemy.

After successfully escaping from the mirror world, it should have been his time to show his skills, but the stand that was left outside became a burden, and he was left with little health without even firing a shot.

Abdel comforted him, "Just focus on your recovery. Leave the rest to me and Jon."

"I want to help too."

Polnareff smiled bitterly.

Naples seems to be in conflict with his fate.

In Jon's words, this crappy place is his nemesis!

So, Polnareff decided that after this matter was over, he would never come to Italy again in his life!

At the same time, at the hotel front desk.

“Didi-dee-dee-dee.”

The sound of the telegraph machine is very regular and addictive at first, but after a long time, it can make people feel a little irritated.

Under the watchful eyes of the receptionist, Jon picked up the slightly warm telegram that had just been typed out and scanned the contents.

After pondering for a moment, he turned his head and gave the young lady a kind smile.

"Hello, is there any computer in the hotel?"

"Ah, yes, please follow me."

The lady at the front desk blushed for no reason and led Jon into the hotel's exclusive computer room.

As soon as he entered the door, Jon couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Computers in 1988 were extremely old-fashioned machines that were clunky and slow and could do nothing except send emails.

Fortunately, he didn't think about playing a game of League of Legends across time and space. Being able to send emails was enough.

"Is there anything else you need?"

Staring at Jon's handsome, exotic face, the receptionist mustered up the courage to speak.

Jon glanced at her and shook his head gently, "No, I don't need anything else, thank you."

A clear rejection without any mercy.

The lady at the front desk was extremely disappointed. She bowed, lowered her head and walked out of the room.

Jon didn't care.

ONE NIGHT IN NAPLES?

Better say goodbye.

Business matters!

After sending an email to Joseph, Jon waited a long time before receiving a reply.

I opened the email and waited for more than ten minutes before I saw the attached picture: it was a very dim office with curtains hanging, and almost nothing except a desk and a few pots of ornamental green plants.

There was a man sitting behind the desk, his long hair covering his face, making it difficult to see his features.

Jon narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Diabolo."

Coming back to his senses, he looked at the text edited by Joseph.

“Jon, did you and Abdel and the others have a smooth trip? Everything is fine at home, don’t worry.

Recently, your mother's menopausal symptoms have improved, which is rare. She asked me to give you a message saying that she misses you very much.

By the way, to help you, I smashed a Canon EOS 650. When you come back, I hope you can give me the money. - Joseph Joestar. "

"Ah."

The corners of Jon's mouth rose unconsciously.

He then forwarded the email to Jotaro.

There is an eight-hour time difference between Italy and Neon. It is late at night here, but it should be morning for Jotaro.

The time is just right.

This time, Jon sat in front of the computer until dawn to wait for his eldest nephew's reply.

Unlike Joseph, what Jotaro sent were many pen sketches.

No need to think about it, it must be the work of "Platinum Star".

"Now let's see where you can run!"

Jon was instantly awake.

For example, if the first picture Joseph sent was 360P.