Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 208 Can't wait for the answer
When Polnareff was young, he was once forced to lick an unspeakable spot.

It's a bit sad to say, but after the series of brutal battles in Egypt, only Joseph and Jotaro were left in the world who knew about it.

They are not big mouths, of course they will not tell the embarrassing things about their old comrades.

Now that the man on the other end of the phone can tell this matter so quickly, he is obviously Polnareff's long-lost friend, that reliable and powerful warrior, Kujo Jotaro.

"Jotaro"

Polnareff's voice trembled a little.

During the years he was trapped, he fantasized countless times that he could reconnect with his best friend.

But now Jotaro's voice really appeared in his ears, but he was so emotional that he couldn't express it.

"Polnareff."

Jotaro realized that the situation was not good from the complex and deep voice of his best friend.

Different from the resolute and tough guy on the surface, in his impression, Polnareff is actually an optimistic, cheerful and humorous guy.

Such a man can always keep a smile on his face.

Even in a submarine submarine that is about to sink, he can joke about "seeing underwear" with his companions without changing his face.

If even Polnareff couldn't laugh, it meant he was in a very dangerous situation.

In fact, when Jotaro landed at Rome International Airport about half an hour ago, he had already realized that Polnareff's situation was not good.

Because in the morning when the phone calls couldn't be reached continuously, he had a good mentality that if he didn't try, he would earn a thug for nothing. Li Qing once asked Thomas to leave a message in his voice mail.

In the message, Lee Sin told Jotaro that "his old friend is in trouble and urgently needs him to come to Rome for support".

Fortunately, when he heard this message, Jotaro himself had already arrived at the airport on the outskirts of Rome.

Unfortunately, at the time Thomas habitually used the network of the technology group to make calls instead of the mobile phones commonly used by ordinary people.

When Jotaro received the message and wanted to call back to inquire, the network of the technology group had already been paralyzed by Diablo's attack.

The call could not be returned for a while, and the message became an extremely dangerous headless signal.

And when Jotaro wanted to contact Polnareff "in person" directly, Diablo was also busy playing this life-and-death race—death or life was the last fight, and he didn't With that mobile phone, I don't intend to continue playing role-playing in front of Jotaro.

that's it.
Polnareff, suddenly disappeared from Jotaro's world.

Jotaro had no choice but to rush from the airport to the city of Rome as quickly as possible while trying to mobilize resources to urgently search for Polnareff's whereabouts at this moment.

Finally, after entering the center of Rome, he received this sudden call.

Now hearing the complicated and unspeakable voice of his best friend, Jotaro's brows that had been locked for a long time were squeezed even deeper:

"Polnareff, what's going on?"

A brief silence.

Then there was a long sigh: "This is hard to say."

Polnareff knew that now might not be the time for him to catch up with his old friends.

In his cognition, Jotaro should still be on the other side of the earth at this time - even if he can connect to the phone, he can't help himself for the time being.

The confirmation of Jotaro's identity directly confirmed the reliability of Giorno and Mista's statement:
Diablo, know their whereabouts with certainty.

This terrifying man may appear nearby at any time, bringing them irresistible despair.

"Jotaro."

Polnareff sighed deeply.

He glanced gratefully at the two strange young people, Giorno and Mista.

Then, in order to convey his final voice to his best friend more clearly, Polnareff poked his head out from the guardrail on the second floor, and yelled loudly at the mobile phone in Mista's hand on the first floor:
"If I die today, please come to Italy to avenge me!"

"The person who killed me was Diablo, and his stand-in ability is Time Elimination!"

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This time it was Jotaro's turn to be silent.

Then, in the extremely quiet air, his voice came out slowly.

The voice was so calm, as if Polnareff's "last words" hadn't touched him in any way.

But for some reason, everyone present heard it very clearly. Under the calm calm, there seemed to be a shocking extreme anger suppressed:
"I'm in Rome right now and I'm in the city center."

"Polnareff, tell me where are you now?"

"Forehead?"

This answer was obviously greatly unexpected.

Polnareff is like a poor scholar who suddenly passed away at the end of his life. His expression was so dull that he couldn't respond, and then he suddenly fell into ecstasy:
"You, you, you are actually in Rome?"

"This is great! Jotaro, I'm at the Colosseum in the center of Rome right now!"

"The Colosseum? I understand."

Jotaro's answer was succinct and direct:
"Please hold on for a while, I'll be there soon."

With that said, he actively hung up the phone.

Jotaro didn't say any useless words of comfort, but his calm voice itself was the best reassurance.

Polnareff's heart, which was determined to die, finally calmed down.

Giorno and Mista also realized that the balance of victory was faintly tilting towards them.

As for Diablo, who was hiding in the dark, his sharp cheeks became even paler than the smeared East Asian male stars:

"What are you doing? He has already arrived in the city center"

"Is it going to arrive soon?"

"1 minutes? 3 minutes? 5 minutes?"

"Damn it, the guy who has no concept of time is really damned, how long is 'immediately'! Give me an accurate number!"

Layers of cold sweat oozed from Diablo's forehead.

Although he knew that Jotaro was coming, he never made a plan to deal with Jotaro from the beginning—his plan was to grab the bug arrow before Jotaro arrived, that's all.

Because Diablo knew in his heart that he might not be able to beat this guy.

Jotaro's name has long been known in Taoism.

Most people only think that this is just a illusory legend, and some frogs in the well even have an inexplicable contempt for the so-called "invincible man".

But Diablo stands tall and sees far away. Being in a high position, he can obtain more detailed information and have a deeper understanding of Jotaro:
Judging from the various information that can be collected, Jotaro's stand-in Platinum Star has a monster-level performance that surpasses the Crimson King in terms of strength, speed and other basic abilities.

And the bug ability of time stop seems to be better than the scarlet king's time cut.

"If that man arrives at the scene, it will be difficult for me to grab the arrow again."

"hateful."

Diablo clenched his teeth tightly, like a mad dog cornered.

He stared at Polnareff hiding behind the stone pillar on the second floor with red eyes, his eyes were full of madness and bloodlust:

"Hurry up. Hurry up!"

Diablo could bear it until now, because he wanted to eavesdrop on the usage of Bug Arrow.

But Polnareff tossed a series of moths to whet his appetite, but he didn't say the most important information for a long time.

This is indeed a very worrying thing.

And this time.
Just as Diablo was eagerly waiting for the following, Mista asked the question for Diablo:
"Hello, uncle with the broom head?"

Mista looked up at Polnareff with some impatience, and rudely gave him a nickname:

"Now that the call has been made, you should finally trust us, right?"

"My companions are still scattered outside. Diablo may show up at any time, so don't waste any more time!"

"Um"

Polnareff nodded.

At this moment, he has completely dispelled his doubts about these two young people, and there is even a hint of gratitude in his eyes:

"Sorry, forgive me for being too cautious."

"Giorno, Mista, what you said is indeed credible."

"In that case."

As he spoke, Polnareff raised the worm arrow in his hand.

Late at night, the lights inside the Colosseum were extremely dim, greatly hindering the line of sight.

But even so, everyone present could still vaguely see the straight and straight wooden shaft of the insect arrow, and the gorgeous arrow carved with three-dimensional golden beetles.

Under the reflection of the hazy light, this bug arrow, which is said to contain mysterious power, looks even more mysterious.

Diablo's eyes almost popped out:

This is his last hope, the spiritual sustenance that can give him the confidence to continue resisting in desperation.

"How to use this worm arrow"

Polnareff's voice came slowly.

Diablo held his breath nervously and expectantly, pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

then
I saw Polnareff gripping the arrow more tightly:
"I won't tell you for now."

"what?"

"Are you joking?"

As soon as Mista's face collapsed, even Giorno, whose expression was always calm, changed slightly.

"Cough cough."

There was a little guilt on Polnareff's cheeks that had gone through the vicissitudes of time:

"It's really embarrassing to say, but"

"Since Jotaro is nearby, we won't need this arrow this time."

Going back on his word and gaining weight is a bit immoral, but the more straightforward and embarrassing words Polnareff has not said yet:
Li Qing and the others, to put it bluntly, were his spare tires when he couldn't get in touch with Jotaro.

After all, he, Li Qing and others only met on the Internet, and it was only because they had the same enemy that they got together indiscriminately.

Friends who have known each other for a long time, and brothers who have lived and died together, do you have to think about who to choose?

Not to mention, the bug arrow itself has enough power to change the world.

If it wasn't that he had no choice, how could he entrust this terrible power to a group of strangers who didn't know anything about it?

And now that Jotaro is here, it won't even be long before he reaches the battlefield.

To put it bluntly.
The real master has come, and Giorno and others who are the spare tires are useless.

Later, I will give the bug arrow to Jotaro and come up with a Platinum Star Requiem. Are you afraid that Diablo will not be cool?
"That is to say."

"We desperately left our companions and ran here, and in the end we came here to make a call for you?"

After realizing the current situation, Mista's expression was a little ugly.

"Uh-huh."

Polnareff blushed and muttered twice.

Facing the implied resentful gazes of the two teenagers downstairs, he had no choice but to say cheekily:

"Don't worry, Jotaro can do it."

"As long as he appears, our safety is guaranteed."

"So, how to use this arrow. Cough cough, for the sake of safety, I will not talk about it."

"Bastard—"

There was a thunderous roar on the ground.

After waiting for so long, until the end, the result turned out to be "nothing below".

Diablo is now like a irascible reader who is about to turn to the next page after reading a highlight episode, only to find that the author has suddenly possessed him.

In the endless resentment, he killed out in a rage:
"The Crimson King!"

(End of this chapter)