Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 221 Diablo's Legacy

"Want my treasure?"

"I can give you all you want, go find it! I put all the treasures there!"

Although this is not the original text of Diablo's "last words", its main content is almost the same as the above famous saying.

Anyone who read that last statement now knows two things:
1. The cloud that hangs over the heads of all ambitious people has passed away with the old king, and the person who is now stealing the throne is Li Qing, who has been wanted by the whole country since yesterday.

2. The boss left his own inheritance, and everyone has the opportunity to inherit it.

And this legacy is.
"Boss's bank account?"

Li Qing read the last words carefully, and already had some bad premonitions in his heart:

"How much money is in his account?"

"More than that."

Bugarati's dignified voice sounded from the side:

"The most basic survival problem has not been solved before, so I have not told you about this matter."

"If you want to control the entire organization, the technology group that controls and manages the organization's intranet can only play half of the role."

"If the intranet account is the throne representing the identity of the king, then the boss's personal bank account is the treasury that supports the operation of the kingdom."

Like all rich people, Diablo doesn't love money.

But in order not to let money corrode the pure and beautiful fighting spirit of the working people, Diablo, like all rich people, is doing his best to reduce the bonuses of the cadres and the wages of employees.

In his hands, the organization developed like the legendary Pixiu, which only eats but does not pull.

In this way, after more than ten years of high-profit and low-cost operation of the Passion organization, the accumulated cash surplus has become an astronomical figure.

And the vast majority of this number was stored in the personal account Diablo opened with a false identity.

The amount of money on it is unimaginable, and even the funds needed for the organization's operation must be withdrawn from this account regularly.

"That is to say."

"If we don't get this bank account, the organization we've taken over will be an empty shell that dries up cash flow, won't pay salaries, and will go bankrupt at any time?"

Li Qing finally made things clear:

Diablo didn't just control this underground kingdom through his account on the organization's intranet.

He also has a firm grasp on the real lifeblood of a large organization -- money.

But now, Diablo threw away the money he had accumulated for many years, the gold pool that supported the operation of this underground kingdom, without hesitation.

He packaged his personal bank account, along with the fake identification that controlled it, into a rare treasure trove, and hid it in an unknown part of the country.

As long as you get this treasure, you can get the huge amount of cash accumulated by the passion organization for many years.

"If you want to inherit my legacy, go to Venice!"

"Tomorrow at 6 o'clock in the waiting hall of the train station in Venice, there will be the last clue about my legacy."

That's what it said at the end.

"."

"This is obviously a monkey trick!"

Li Qing has great doubts about the authenticity of Diablo's so-called last words:
"That guy is seriously injured and fled in embarrassment. He still has time to go to Venice to arrange some treasure hunt?"

"He clearly wants to make up a so-called treasure so that we don't have time to track down his current whereabouts."

"Not necessarily."

"This treasure is likely to be real."

Bugarati pondered carefully:

"Although the organization has been taken over by us, there must still be some diehards in the organization who are willing to sacrifice their lives for Diablo."

"It may be inconvenient for him to act, but if Diablo gives orders to such dead soldiers, it would not be difficult to set up such a treasure hunt in Venice."

"And more importantly"

"He doesn't need to cheat at all now."

"Not only can't falsify, Diablo must leave a sufficient, authentic and credible clue at the Venice train station, so that people can really believe the authenticity of the last words."

Diablo's prestige in the organization is simply too high.

The word boss is like an invisible mountain that can never be overcome, always lying in front of all members of the organization.

In the past ten years, those who tried to challenge it, approach it, or even spy on it, all turned into dead bones in the tomb in an extremely tragic way.

Diablo went to great lengths to make his persona an untouchable god.

Then, a funny thing happened:

When God speaks, no one can be sure that He is really God.

No one is sure whether the last words that flashed on the intranet were true or not.

Is the person who posted the self-proclaimed boss really the boss himself?
It might just be a farce staged hastily by some rebel to confuse the situation, or it might even be a phishing post sent by the boss himself.

This is not impossible.

After all, the boss is a "god". How could a god die?
If there is only such a harmless last word, those rebellious boys who have been suppressed by the boss's prestige for more than ten years may not dare to show their heads easily.

Just like an elephant growing up in a circus, even if the thin iron chain can no longer restrain its growing body, it dare not try to break free at the risk of being whipped.

so.
"In Venice tomorrow morning, there must be something to prove the authenticity of his last words."

"For example, that personal bank account that only the boss can take out, which can control the financial power of the organization."

"Only in this way can Diablo convince those ambitious people in the organization that he is truly dead, and that the leader of the organization is no longer the original invincible boss, but that our stand-in abilities have been made public early and have no 'Kleptocrats' of deterrence and dominance."

Bugarati carefully analyzed the current situation, his expression becoming more serious:

"At that time, the situation will be troublesome."

"Those careerists dare not challenge the boss who has always been hiding in the dark, but they definitely have the courage to compete with us who are completely exposed."

"Aspiring people who are not willing to be lonely will challenge the throne one after another. The underworld families and local forces that have been subdued by the organization will resurface in order to compete for a bigger cake, and the whole Italy will fall into chaos."

"unless."

He paused slightly and remained silent.

But Li Qing still keenly sensed the bloody taste hidden in Bugarati's words:
"Unless we go to Venice now and kill all the ambitious people trying to 'inherit the legacy'."

"Extinguish the flames of rebellion early before victory, and use their heads to deter those rebels who haven't had time to jump out."

"Just like Diablo used to do."

"almost."

Bugarati took a deep breath.

The dragon has just been beaten away, and these "braves" have to play the role of the dragon.

Such a plot is very absurd.

But now they have to.

After breaking the old order, as challengers of justice, they must ensure that they can maintain a stable and orderly new order.

Otherwise, when the world becomes chaotic, the living environment of ordinary people will be far worse than that of the Diablo era.

"Venice"

Li Qing sighed helplessly:
"Looks like we have to go."

This is a conspiracy, they have to go.

Even if they know Diablo is playing monkey.

"Let me go too."

An extremely serious voice suddenly sounded in Li Qing's ear.

It was Polnareff who spoke.

After healed his old wounds, this strange uncle whose personality became joyful and jumpy, and when he was talking about business, his demeanor unknowingly changed back to the original mature and stable.

He said to Li Qing very solemnly:
"I have fought on this land for a full ten years."

"I can empathize with the sheer sentiment that you want to fundamentally change this country."

Polnareff seemed to regard Li Qing and the others as his companions.

His companions were in trouble, of course he couldn't just sit idly by.

"Count me in too."

Just as Polnareff's impassioned voice dissipated, another very reassuring voice slowly sounded beside him.

Jotaro caressed the brim of his hat, hiding his piercing gaze under the dark shadow:

"Polnareff's fight is my fight."

"Until I find Diablo, I won't leave easily."

"Great!"

Li Qing naturally readily agreed to two more powerful thugs out of thin air.

He didn't say too many polite words, but directly began to prepare for the itinerary to Venice:

"Well, let's go now."

"Having said that, the time is now close to midnight, and there are less than 6 hours left until 7 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Time is precious, how about I ask Thomas to arrange a helicopter?"

Novice pilot Li Qing said eagerly.

"Flying again?"

Fugo and Mista gasped.

"It's still not necessary"

Apache and Nalanja are grateful for this.

"."

Giorno and Bucciarati didn't know what to think of, and they were silent.

"this."

Jotaro and Polnareff recalled the glorious days of their youth at the same time.

Recalling that trip to Egypt across the hemisphere, they replied in unison:
"No, not by plane."

　The second is later (if you can finish it today).
　　It was only after I really thought about it that I realized that thinking about the plot is more difficult than thinking about the battle.

　　If you hold back the battle for a while, you can hold back a few reversals, but the plot of the calabash baby saving grandpa is really too difficult to write.

　　In the original novel, the routines where the street next door can’t hear, and the face close-up group lowers their intelligence will definitely not be used in the novel. In order to separate the two groups of people and horses as reasonably as possible, I’m going to be bald these days_

　　barely pass
　　
　
(End of this chapter)