Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 118 Awareness of Sacrifice

at the same time.

After spending some time searching, Bugarati and his party who stayed on the ground finally borrowed an SUV suitable for a seven-member team nearby.

At this time, Li Qing had already disappeared into the sky in the helicopter.

Although the time was short, according to the flying speed of the helicopter, there was at least four or five kilometers between them and Li Qing.

There was no other way, Bugarati and the others had no choice but to seize the time and drive quickly, following the direction where Li Qing had just disappeared.

The car has been driving in the death field infected by fungi, and there are decayed, festered, twisted and hideous corpses along the way.

The air was dead silent and heavy, and everyone who was rushing through this deadly land could not help but look gloomy.

However, soon
"Is there a living person?"

Looking at the survivors who appeared in twos and threes outside the window, as well as the rapidly fading green creepers on their bodies, Mista couldn't help shouting excitedly:
"It's Li Qing, Li Qing defeated that scumbag!"

It is impossible for the fungus to disappear without a reason. The occurrence of this situation can only show that Li Qing has fulfilled his mission unsatisfactory.

"He did."

Giorno let out a breath of relief, and then said slowly in his usual calm voice:

"Go ahead, and remember to call his name in the car later."

"Li Qing's hearing is extremely keen, and with full exertion, he can even distinguish the voices of everyone chatting at a distance of thousands of meters."

"As long as the distance is roughly close, he can find us by sound."

"understand!"

Mista smiled and stomped on the accelerator, accelerating towards the direction the helicopter was leaving.

Everything is going smooth.

They only need to continue driving for a few kilometers, and they will be able to meet up with Li Qing who has already won.

It didn't take long, however, when the car was about to board a highway bridge.
Bang!
There was a loud tire explosion under the car.

The car traveling at high speed swayed suddenly, and then quickly slammed into the side of the road.

Mista stepped on the brakes in a hurry and stabilized the steering wheel, but he couldn't stop the car from losing control.

Eventually, the car crashed into a tree on the side of the road.

Fortunately, the six people in the car had habitually fastened their seat belts after getting in the car, so their heads didn't explode like the front airbags.

"Hey, how do you drive?"

Fugo's violent temper flared up in fright.

"How can you blame me?" Mista patted his dizzy head: "This car blew its own tire!"

"stop fighting."

Bugarati's tone was very serious.

He stared out of the window, and said every word: "This is a substitute attack."

Being able to figure out so quickly that this was not an ordinary accident but a substitute attack was not because Bugarati noticed any subtle clues, but because
The enemy did not hide his tracks at all.

Wearing a black cloak and a wide-brimmed hat, the doll who looked like he had stepped out of a theater stage was now standing brightly outside the car window.

It stared at Buccarati through the shattered window without attacking or moving.

"This is."

Giorno and Mista were still at a loss, but Fugo, Naranja, and Apache all revealed the double's name with surprise: "Black Sabbath!"

Black Sabbath is the substitute of Polpo, the organization cadre in charge of local affairs in Naples.

Polpo is the old leader of the Bugarati team, and also the examiner for the core members of the Passion organization to join the gang.

Therefore, Bugarati and others are very familiar with this double named "Black Sabbath".

And just when everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of Black Sabbath, there was another deafening engine roar on the road across the bridge.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a Hummer off-road vehicle approaching aggressively from the bridge.

This off-road vehicle has obviously been modified. The tires alone are a full [-] meters high. Its cabin is tall, wide and sturdy, so big that it is doubtful that an elephant can be stuffed inside.

At first glance, it looks like a tank is coming head-on.

"Mr. Polpo"

"He actually came here in person?"

Bucciarati immediately recognized that this car was Polpo's exclusive car, the only one in the world.

Because Bolbo is a fat man who is nearly three meters tall and weighs more than half a ton. Apart from this modified giant off-road vehicle, there is no car on the market that can hold him.

(In fact, trucks and vans can also hold Polbo, but as a gangster with a reputation on the road, no younger brother would dare to use such a cheap thing to carry him.)
"Buggarati."

The giant Hummer stopped slowly.

Polpo, who was sitting in the vast compartment, rolled down the glass, revealing his plump but imposing face from the shadows:
"You have let me down too much."

He looked at Bugarati with a trace of regret in his eyes.

Bugarati knew that this regret was not the crocodile's tears, but Polpo's true thoughts.

Because, Polpo is really treating Bucciarati as a confidant.

He has great trust in Bugarati, not only relies heavily on daily gang affairs, but also entrusts Bugarati to keep the small treasury he set up behind the organization's back.

"Feel sorry."

"I have betrayed your trust."

Bugarati sighed slightly, but there was no trace of regret in his eyes:
"However, it's a choice I made and I believe it's the right one"

"Don't tell me that."

Polbo sat in the car, looking at Buccarati from a distance:

"It's not like I didn't expect this to happen."

"Buggarati, you have been different from us gangsters from the beginning."

"Although the hands are already covered with blood, they are still as weak as those rotten good people, or hehe kind?"

He smiled mockingly, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Looking at that look, Bugarati also knew that a fierce battle would inevitably follow.

Thinking of the past friendship, he said one last sentence: "I'm offended, Mr. Polpo."

"and many more."

On the contrary, Polpo didn't intend to do anything.

His substitute, Black Sabbath, still stood quietly in the shadows beside the road, and what he himself picked up was not a weapon, but a mobile phone:
"Buggarati, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to fight you."

"It's a bit ashamed to say it, but you should understand that I'm actually a guy who cherishes my life."

"If it wasn't for the BOSS's sudden death order, let me come here to block your footsteps. Seriously. I even want to turn a blind eye and let you troublesome guys leave Naples as soon as possible."

While pressing the phone carelessly to make a call, Polpo said to Bucgarati in a playful tone:
"So, I hope you can cooperate."

"I will not fight you, nor will I take your life."

"And the only thing you have to do is to cooperate with me to complete the boss's urgent task, and stay here honestly for 10 minutes."

"Ten minutes?"

Bugarati frowned tightly:
Obviously, the urgent task that Diablo entrusted to Polpo was not to clear the house, but to delay their steps.

Why would Diablo do this?
And how did Polbo appear here so accurately? Was their whereabouts exposed?

These two questions can't be answered separately, but they can be quickly figured out when they are linked together:
"This bridge is the only way to the area where the helicopter disappeared."

"Polpo waited here in advance because he didn't... because Diablo saw the helicopter carrying Li Qing."

"He knew that Li Qing was separated from us, and also guessed that we were going to join Li Qing, so he urgently sent Popo to guard this point."

"So."

Thinking of this, a thin layer of cold sweat could not help but grow on Bugarati's forehead:

Polpo was in charge of delaying their steps, preventing them from joining Li Qing.

So, what about Diablo hiding behind?

He suddenly issued such an order to Polpo, what exactly was he trying to do?
The answer is self-evident.

"Li Qing is in danger!"

"Diablo is likely to take advantage of Li Qing's alone to make a move himself!"

Bucgarati spoke of this extremely dire possibility.

Everyone was shocked, and Giorno called out the golden experience without hesitation, and glared at Polpo:
"Polpo, isn't it?"

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

"Tsk tsk. What a scary look."

Polpo looked at Giorno's resolute and stern expression, and said with a smile in a calm tone:

"Although he is very young, he already has the posture of a strong man."

"So... you, and Bugarati and the others, since you have challenged the organization, you should already have the consciousness of'sacrifice'?"

"Awareness of sacrifice?"

The young and energetic Mista immediately shouted:

"Nonsense! We've already come here, are we still afraid of death?"

Mista shouted with enthusiasm, but Bugarati on the side felt his scalp tingling.

Because he knew Porpo too well, and Porpo knew him too well.

Bugarati knew that as long as he could achieve his goal, Polpo could do anything.

And Polpo also knew that under Bugarati's tough and ruthless underworld appearance, there was still a softness unknown to outsiders.

really
"Ha ha."

"When I say 'enlightenment', I don't mean sacrificing one's own awareness, but sacrificing the awareness of others."

Polpo sneered and turned on the speaker of the mobile phone, and said to Bucciarati meaningfully:
"Buggarati, I heard."

"You're on good terms with those old guys on the street?"

(End of this chapter)