The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

The trump card of their personal guards actually disappeared so quietly?

It's like you excitedly prepared wet wipes, found your favorite movie, took out a highly realistic one-to-one film-poured cup, and told your family in the identity of an "arrogant performer" that you are going to start brewing.

结果

Can't stand up.

It's embarrassing, okay!

Jokrat felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and controlled the mold to put his head back on his neck.

Sai Ke didn't play dumb anymore and quietly went underground.

At this time, Jon turned his head and looked at the only two remaining guards.

He held out his hand, a cruel smile on his face, "Sa, let's count your sins."

Jokrat and Psycho's expressions froze.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Risut and his men arrived at the villa on time.

As soon as he got off the car, he felt something was wrong.

The smell of blood at the door was a little too strong.

"Something must have happened last night."

Risut's mind was full of thoughts, but his face remained calm.

However, the youngest Bessie was not so cunning.

He swallowed nervously and tugged at Prosciutto's sleeve.

"Brother."

"Bessie." Prosciutto said calmly, "You must always remember that you are a member of the Mafia."

Yes, I am a gangster.

Hearing this, Bessie pulled herself together.

Illuso, Gascoigne and other old-timers couldn't help but laugh secretly.

Because there were no maids or waiters in the villa, the group knocked on the door and went straight into the house without waiting for a response.

Risut arrived at the place where he met the boss yesterday, and he was surprised to find that in addition to the boss, there were several new faces there.

He didn't dare to look any further, and saluted with his men, saying, "Boss, good morning."

"I'm not okay." Jon's face fell, "Someone came to kill me last night. I'm not okay at all."

Ah this

In a word, it's impossible to deal with Risut directly.

Qiao En suddenly smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, they are just a few small characters, there is nothing much to say.

Let’s talk about today’s team-building activities.”

The so-called team building is to kill, no, to crush the boss of the "Passion" organization, Diablo.

Risut's eyelids twitched, but he hid his expression well, "Please give me your orders."

Jon said nothing and gave Rongmi a look.

Giorno understood and sent the prepared checks to Risut and others.

"This is?"

Risut took the check in confusion, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Wow, that’s so much money!

"I heard that you guys are living a hard time." Jon smiled, "This is a small token of my appreciation."

In the original trajectory of fate, the assassination team would earn 2000 million lire for each mission, and the money would be shared among nine people. In fact, the remuneration each person received was similar to that of an ordinary working class person.

Do the hardest work and get the least money.

I'm talking about these unlucky kids.

Because of poverty, Formaggio and others only dare to order coffee in high-end restaurants, Illuso has to go to the airport to use the wifi to chat, and Prosciutto is anxious to kill people just to evade the ticket.

As for Risut having no money to buy socks, Gacho being used as an air conditioner, and Bessie being used as a potted plant, I won’t go into details.

If I talk too much, I will only end in tears.

The Mafia is unique in their situation.

"BOSS"

To be honest, Risut was indeed a little touched.

Your previous boss treated you like a weed, but your new boss treats you like a treasure.

There is no harm without comparison!

Not only Risotto, but also the six members of the rebellious assassination team had a greatly changed impression of the new BOSS.

If it were a GALGAME, the favorability of these six people would not be enough to knock them down, but at least it would be enough to ask them out.

Giorno curled his lips implicitly.

Is this the gang?

Are these the gang members he once admired the most?

His childhood filter was broken, and he found that he seemed to have no obsession with becoming a yangko star.

After all.

John Joestar.

it was all your fault!

In the blind spot where Jon couldn't see, Rongrong's eyes were sharp.

But, thinking of the lira I earned these days

Giorno swallowed quietly, looking embarrassed.

"Since you have accepted my gift, you must do your job well for me. You know, I hate white powder.

As it happens, there is a department in Passion that specializes in drugs."

Jon tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table and slowly said four names.

"Vladimir Kogach, Angelica Attanasio, Vittorio Cataldi, Massimo Bolpe."

He said in a deep voice: "I want them to die."

Assassination?

This is what we are good at!

Risut's expression became serious, "Got it, Boss."

The six people also bowed their heads respectfully, "Got it, Boss!"

This wave, this wave is about matter determining subjective initiative.

Working as a worker, working as a soul.

For lira, fuck that white powder gang!

"Very good, I will reward you handsomely after the task is completed." Jon waved his hand and said, "Today's team building is cancelled, so get back to work."

Risut and others felt warm in their hearts.

"Yes!"

The assassination team came reluctantly and left happily.

Polnareff and Josuke were stunned by this change.

Bobo stroked his erect hair and said, "Brother Jon, what on earth did you do in your previous world?"

Josuke also said, "That's right, Jon-ge, at first I thought you were joking with me, but I didn't expect that you can really be the boss!"

Although Jotaro didn't say anything, his ears perked up.

"I have been a pirate, a hero, and a specially-appointed instructor at a special institution."

Jon bowed.

"Of course, my main job is a rich second-generation. The legendary heir of 'Joestar Real Estate' and 'SPW Foundation', Mr. Joe, is none other than me."

Several people's expressions: (⊙_⊙)

Damn, he pretended to be!

Jotaro pushed down the brim of his hat, "Ah, ah, ah. Let's not talk about this anymore."

After a pause, he asked, "When are we going to find Diablo?"

"Why rush? Once Risotto and the others have clipped off Diablo's last wings, we will go over and pull that guy out of the dark corner!"

Jon threw a punch.

"When the time comes, those who have grudges will take revenge, and those who have grievances will get justice. For those who have no grudges or grievances, just give them a few punches to get some good luck."

Chapter 85: The Girl Looking for Her Family and the Bad Boys

Suddenly, Diablo felt a chill!

He shuddered and looked around suspiciously.

The room is furnished as before.

Diablo frowned.

Who is that jerk talking about me behind my back?

'Jingle Bell'.

At this moment, the phone on the table rang.

Diablo hesitated for a moment, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

However, no matter how panicked you are, you still have to keep your character in check.

He answered the phone.

The old voice of Bailey Crowe, the special advisor of the Passionate Organization, came from it, "Boss, something happened."

Diavolo's eyelids twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Be patient, my old friend, you can speak slowly."

Bailey Crowe was indeed obedient.

After brewing his emotions for more than ten seconds, the old man slowly told the news he had just received, "Boss, your personal guards are gone."

Diablo: ???

As if sensing that something was wrong with Diablo's mood, Bellicoro lowered his voice and continued, "This morning, the bodies of Scuaro and the others were sent to the Naples Police Department.

You know, we have people in the police station."

No, I have such a big guard.

Just one night later, it was gone just like that?!

Diablo was incredulous at first.

Then, it felt like a volcano about to erupt was buried in my chest.

Ten years of planning, a thousand days of forbearance.

It took so much effort to lay such a foundation!

As a result, it was smashed to pieces by a group of people who appeared out of nowhere.

It only took less than a fucking week.

Diablo feels like a clown!

"Boss?" Bailey Crowe asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"