Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 207 Unable to Let Go of Suspicion
Colosseum.

This ancient building stands silently in the night.

The ring-shaped outer wall that has been baptized by the years outlines a classical and elegant shape under the background of the lights.

Everything was so peaceful, like every peaceful night in the past countless years.

But at this moment, in the Colosseum that has been closed and cleared, in the place where the lights can't shine.
A silver-haired man in a wheelchair was listening intently to all the sounds around him.

His gaze was extremely resolute, sharp, and full of vigilance, and there was an indescribable determination on his body, like a Roman gladiator who had once fought bloody battles in this Colosseum.

Even though he lost his legs, even though he was trapped alone, he from France did not choose to surrender to reality.

He never gave up resistance, gave up hope.

This is Jean-Pierre Polnareff.

He kept the power to fight against evil secretly and safely by his side, and only one rebel who dared to fight against Diablo could inherit this hope.

And now, after so many years of waiting, Polnareff is finally on the verge of seeing the dawn of victory.

"Li Qing, Giorno, Bugarati"

He held tightly the arrow with the beetle pattern, his eyes full of dignity:

"Will you guys be the ones I'm waiting for?"

Polnareff was talking to himself.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the dimly lit and silent Colosseum.

"coming."

Polnareff followed the footsteps and looked around.

One with blonde hair and one with black hair, two teenagers appeared in Polnareff's sight with serious expressions.

In front of the Colosseum, Diablo's heart was pounding.

Now the Americans are following him, the SPW consortium is following him, Jotaro Kujo is following him, the "killed" Polnareff is suddenly "resurrected", Li Qing and others are attacking all the way half of the organization.

There is no doubt that Diablo has been cornered.

Under such circumstances, his main task has changed from killing Li Qing and destroying the traitors to capturing the bug arrows and gaining the so-called "power that can change the world" in Polnareff's words.

There is no other way, after killing Li Qing, there is Kujo Jotaro, the enemy he faces now is too strong for him to resist.

Only by gaining crushing power can Diablo change this terrible situation.

At this moment, that arrow is where his hope lies.

"Polnareff, are you in here now?"

“What a surprise”

"The mouse that was not cleaned up will reappear in front of me with such a 'gift'."

Diablo looked at the Colosseum standing in the darkness in front of him, his eyes full of anticipation.

He took a step slowly, ready to "renew the relationship" with Polnareff before everyone else.

And at this moment.
On the road in the distance, a car was speeding towards it, and it slammed on the side of the road with a flick of the tail.

Giorno and Mista got out of the car side by side, and ran towards the Colosseum quickly.

"Have you rushed over yet?"

"It's all about those stupid and meddlesome policemen who wasted so much of my time"

Diablo's face froze for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal:

In fact, because the remnants of the guards were pitifully small, he didn't expect those remnants and defeated generals to stop Li Qing and the others from the very beginning.

There are one or two fish that slip through the net, and the impact on his actions is not too great.

Moreover, thinking about it carefully, the appearance of Giorno and Mista may still be a good thing for him:
"Polnareff said on the phone earlier that he was incapable of fighting."

"In other words, what I have to face now is just two brats and a cripple who I've 'killed' once."

"The pressure of the battle is not too great, but the most important thing is"

"Maybe I can use these two brats to help me figure out how to use that arrow from Polnareff."

Diablo quickly made a decision in his mind.

Driven into a desperate situation, he desperately needed to gain more power, so he took the sudden arrow as his life-saving straw a little irrationally.

And now the arrow is in the Colosseum, but Diablo doesn't know how to use it:

After getting the arrow, should he stab himself, poke a double, or draw a magic circle on the ground and hold a sacrificial ceremony?

He was really not sure.

After all, that arrow is a supernatural product beyond the scope of human cognition, who knows what kind of moths can be made with it.

If he doesn't know how to use it, and the arrow happens to be very troublesome to use, then it's useless for him to get the arrow.

But Polnareff is a tough guy, obviously, he would never take the initiative to tell Diablo the answer.

"In that case."

"Then let me listen carefully and let you tell the answer yourself."

Diablo gave up the idea of ​​killing people directly.

He sneaked into the darkness without a sound, and hid among the ruins of the Colosseum without Giorno or Mista noticing.

Giorno and Mista hurried into the Colosseum.

Unlike those unlucky companions who were watched as soon as they got off the plane, the two of them were very lucky not to encounter the enemy.

The two met quickly after landing from the parachute, and borrowed a car from a passerby together, and arrived at the destination safely and unimpeded.

Polnareff showed a cautious face from behind the stone pillar on the second floor.

He carefully looked at the faces of Giorno and Mista, compared them with the personal photos exchanged in advance, and tentatively confirmed their identities:

"Giorno, Mista."

His eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them.

There was no difference in the expressions of the two of them, and their appearance matched the intelligence.

Although Giorno's immature and green cheeks always reminded him of an uncomfortable guy inexplicably, Polnareff finally ignored this little abnormality and took the initiative to show his figure:

"You are finally here."

He pushed the wheelchair one step closer and looked down at Giorno and Mista.

"It's you?"

Giorno cautiously looked at this strange man who suddenly appeared from the dark:

"Are you the mysterious person who contacted us to meet here?"

"Yes, it's me."

Polnareff nodded, and asked cautiously:
"What about the rest?"

"Your team should have 7 people, why only 2 came."

"We had an attack in Rome."

Giorno said with a serious expression:

"Diablo knew about our itinerary in advance, and he bombed our helicopter halfway."

"Assault?"

Polnareff couldn't help clenching the bug arrow in his hand even tighter:
"How would Diablo know?"

"According to what you said before, haven't you already controlled the intelligence agency of the Passion organization?"

Previously he swore that he had controlled the technology team, but now he suddenly said that the itinerary had been exposed in advance, such a contradictory situation had to be doubted.

Maybe the other party is Diablo's person after all.

They just used lies to create tension and trick themselves into handing over the huge secrets in their hands.

Polnareff couldn't help thinking so cautiously.

It can't be blamed for his persecution paranoia - if he hadn't acted so carefully, he would have died under the pervasive surveillance of the passion organization.

"Could it be possible to lie to you?"

Faced with Polnareff's doubts, before Giorno could speak, Mista couldn't help but growl.

Compared with Giorno, who has always remained calm, Mista's performance is more anxious, but also more real:

"Now our five companions are still trapped in this city and their lives are uncertain."

"And the two of us left our companions alone and rushed here desperately, just to protect you, a stranger who refused to reveal your name from the beginning to the end."

"You suspect that there is something wrong with us, but we still suspect your identity!"

Mista said without flinching:

"Tell me, who are you?"

"You claim that you can 'definitely defeat Diablo's power', is it true or not?"

"Now we have no time to waste, please say everything you need to say as soon as possible!"

"."

Polnareff was silent for a while.

He saw a gleam of light in Mista's anxious eyes, which was the look that only those who really cared about their companions would have.

If the other party is not a film king, then he should not be lying now.

"All right."

"I'm Polnareff, a man who once fought Diablo."

Polnareff finally speaks his name:
"Of course, it doesn't matter who I am right now."

"The important thing is this arrow, this arrow that can help you gain crushing power and completely defeat Diablo."

As he spoke, he slowly raised the bug arrow in his hand, allowing Giorno and Mista to witness his sincerity.

"very good."

In the shadows, Diablo clenched his fists excitedly.

He wasn't in a hurry to come forward to kill people and seize arrows, he hid in the corner like a mouse without saying a word, just for now.

And under Diablo's nervous and expectant eyes, Mista asked the question he wanted to ask the most:
"How do I use this arrow?"

"The so-called crushing power, how do you get it?"

This question is undoubtedly the key of the key.

For Polnareff, who ventured to emerge from hiding and expose himself to the outside world, this secret is also the last bargaining chip in his hand.

"this."

Polnareff held the bug arrow and remained silent for a long time.

After all, the power that the bug arrow can bring is really terrifying.

If this power is in the wrong hands, it may even lead to the destruction of the entire world.

But now, what he had to admit was that he couldn't completely trust the two young people in front of him.

"Before I tell this secret, I want to listen carefully to your explanation."

Under Diablo's extremely disappointed eyes, Polnareff moved the topic a thousand miles away:

"Why didn't you contact Jotaro?"

"Explain the process carefully, and I will make a decision after listening."

This is the biggest doubt, and it is the hurdle that he can't get around all the time.

At the beginning, Li Qing claimed that he had already controlled the technology group, and he also said that everyone could speak their secrets freely online without having to bother to meet offline.

Polnareff chose to decline vigilantly at the time, and what happened later proved that his caution was necessary:

Because now almost a whole day has passed, but Li Qing and the others couldn't even make a simple long-distance call.

Thus.
What Li Qing said before seemed like a lie to trick him into telling his secret quickly.

And the phone didn't get through, it's also very likely that they didn't dare to make a call at all, and didn't dare to let Jotaro find out that something was wrong.

"Hello."

"What are you doing!"

Mista cried out impatiently.

Now that the lost companions are still alive and dead, how can he be in the mood to accept the inexplicable interrogation of a stranger here:
"It takes us to say the same thing a few times before you can hear it!"

"If you can't get through the phone, you can't get through, and you haven't got through from morning till night—"

"Maybe they have already shut down due to arrears? Maybe they changed the number? Can you blame us for not being able to get through!"

"impossible."

Polnareff was not at all persuaded by Mista:

A real estate tycoon's grandson's mobile phone will be turned off due to arrears, which is simply a big joke.

And the mobile phone is an important medium for him and Jotaro to communicate regularly about hunting for arrows, and Jotaro will never change his mobile phone number easily.

"Damn it. Why don't you believe it?!"

Mista choked hard.

Polnareff's excessive caution was unbearable to him:
"Don't waste your time. You don't believe me, do you?"

"it is good--"

Mista impatiently took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed Kujo Jotaro's number neatly:

"I'll make a call in front of you, can you see if I can get through?"

"Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo"

"Hey?"

The phone is on.

"It works." Mista and Giorno were slightly taken aback.

"It worked?" Polnareff looked surprised.

"It works!" Diablo, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly changed his expression.

Amid Diablo's pale face as if he had eaten two catties of fermented organic fertilizer, Kujo Jotaro's calm and powerful voice came out from the speaker of the phone: "Hello, who is it?"

"Is Jotaro Jotaro?!"

Although he hadn't seen him for many years, Polnareff recognized this very familiar voice immediately.

After so many years of being trapped in a foreign country, he didn't know how much he wanted to hear this voice.

But under the pervasive monitoring of the passion organization, Polnareff never dared to take the risk of making that phone call; and now, Mista's impulsive behavior unexpectedly helped him realize his wish.

"Polnareff?"

Jotaro also recognized the voice of his old comrade-in-arms.

But before he could say anything, Polnareff restrained the excitement in his heart, and said cautiously:
"Wait. It's just that the voice doesn't convince me yet."

"If you want me to believe that this is the real Jotaro, if you want me to reveal the secret of the arrow, then let him prove his identity!"

Years of fugitive life made Polnareff develop the utmost caution.

Not even the voice of an old comrade-in-arms could break through his defenses:
"Jotaro, if you really are Jotaro"

"Then tell me something that only we know!"

Polnareff yelled at the phone over there.

"This"

There was doubt in Jotaro's voice.

After landing at Rome Airport, he already found that the situation was completely different from what he had imagined.

And Polnareff's unexpected phone call from an unfamiliar number made him even more concerned.

But hearing Polnareff's urgent cry, Jotaro didn't have time to think about it.

After a short period of deliberation, he answered the questions of his old comrades neatly:

"Something only we know?"

"Well, if that's the case."

"I remember Polnareff, you once licked the toilet when you fought against Granny Enya in Pakistan."

"Cough cough!"

Polnareff coughed violently.

A youthful blush suddenly appeared on this resolute and serious face:
"No, don't go on."

"I've confirmed that you are definitely the real thing."

　Today’s update. I suddenly had a fever and a cold, and I didn’t have the energy to type. This [-]-word chapter was spelled out with the one and a half chapters that I had saved with great difficulty. It can be regarded as a continuation of the update_(:з」∠)_
　　
　
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