JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

Venice, Italy.

"You know what, this pizza is really good."

In an abandoned house, Qiao Zhou and his friends were sharing a pizza they had bought.

Gris had never eaten anything fancy before, and this was the first time he had ever tried such a high-class pizza.

"Italian food is world-renowned and can be considered the best in Europe."

"Indeed, Germany and France are just so-so; for European cuisine, you have to look to Italy."

Qiao Zhou picked up the conversation:

"Does that old German even know what good food is? You should know that the greatest war in human history was started by German food."

This inexplicable statement left everyone baffled.

"Haven't you heard the story of the 'Beer Hall Riot'?"

(Do you know how much a loaf of bread costs?! Five hundred thousand marks!)

"So you need to understand that one of the biggest contributors to the start of World War II was German beer and bread."

My assessment is that it was a complete disaster.

The others naturally couldn't understand this inexplicable joke, so they didn't pay much attention to Qiao Zhou's words.

"This search isn't going to work, and we don't know how much longer Abudel and his men can hold out."

They were eating and talking, but when they had only eaten half of their meal, the door to the house was opened.

"who!"

Katsuki Nakajima reacted quickly; the moment he spoke, he pointed both guns at the door.

Sunlight streamed in from outside, preventing the group from immediately recognizing the person standing at the door.

"Don't get so worked up, I'm not an enemy."

It was the voice of a young woman, casual and frivolous.

"We're here to help you."

"That's not very convincing. Tell me your name first!"

“Mr. Nakajima is joking. My name is Hana Shiyu, I am Chinese, and my sister and I are both members of the [B] organization. The purpose of our visit is to help you deal with the boss of [Passion].

Upon hearing this, three of the eight people present immediately changed their expressions.

Clearly, the three individuals associated with the current United Nations are aware of the special nature of Organization [B].

Especially Chicken Boy and Qiao Zhou, they have a deep connection with the [B] organization.

Hua Shiyou is a casually dressed young woman, and what stands out is the gourd at her waist.

Beside her was a woman with a cigarette dangling from her lips, who looked rather cool.

Behind them were three dogs.

The two beautiful women stood still, without making any move.

"We don't want to be your enemies, could you please put your guns away?"

Katsuki Nakajima put away his gun, and the two approached.

"The current owner of [Passion] is currently in Venice."

"How do you know?"

Upon hearing this question, the woman with the cigarette in her mouth gave a disdainful smile.

"Does Organization B's intelligence need reasons and logic?"

That statement doesn't seem to have any problem.

"How confident are you in taking down that mastermind?"

Qiao Zhou knew that since these people had gotten involved, they must have been confident.

With the strength of Organization B, dealing with the boss would be too easy.

Even Kars, who ruled the entire world, was overthrown by them.

"It's practically impossible for the two of us to defeat the boss."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhou immediately understood what the other person meant.

It's not that we can't win, it's that the two of them can't win.

In other words, if a real fight breaks out, it will depend on the few of them.

But it didn't matter anyway, since he hadn't intended to rely on Organization B for help.

With the manpower he has gathered at this stage, he has enough to take down the boss.

"As for how to find him, we're here to give you this."

Hua Shiyou said, then turned her head to the back.

"I'm at a loss for words, just bring the things over."

Hearing its owner call, the smallest of the three dogs came to the dining table.

It raised its paw, which held a small box.

Hua Shiyou took the box and placed it on the table.

"This is a lock of hair from that boss."

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Next, we'll switch to another person's perspective.

"Did you sense Holmaggio?"

Inside a Mercedes sports car, a tall man asked a question.

"Not yet, Captain."

Sitting next to him was a pretty girl.

She looked young, no more than twenty years old, with tanned skin and long, loose blonde hair that grew wildly like weeds.

The driver in front was a middle-aged man wearing a black bodysuit and racing suit, and next to him was a short, round-faced man who looked like a dwarf.

"Boss, Venice is so big, where are we going to find people?"

The tall man was still pondering when, in the next instant, a sharp aura erupted from him.

"Don't get so agitated, Mr. Risotto."

A male voice came from the roof of the car.

"It truly lives up to its reputation. Luckily, I arrived. If it were someone else, they would probably be a corpse by now."

The sound and the sensation it evoked greatly shocked Risout.

His abilities were ineffective against the guy on the roof.

It simply has no effect; you can sense the iron in his body, but you can't influence it.

"Calm down. I'm an ally. Mr. Qiao Zhou asked me to guide you."

The middle-aged man in the driver's seat opened the sports car's roof.

A dark-skinned South Asian face came into view of the three people besides the driver.

This person was slightly overweight, with disheveled hair, and was wearing only a pair of shorts during this transitional season between winter and spring.

"Please come with me, everyone. Don't worry, I mean you no harm."

Risotto didn't have time to think about how this guy managed to get onto the car; he only knew that the guy had restrained himself to some extent.

"Calm down, everyone! Miss Perpetual, please don't make a move..."

The South Asian man had barely opened his mouth when the woman next to Risout punched him.

He used his fists directly, without using a stunt double.

If there's a reason, it's that Perpetual is very confident in his own strength.

However, this punch was firmly caught by a humanoid stand-in who suddenly appeared.

"Don't push your luck! I am one of the strongest Stand users in the world!"

The South Asian suddenly roared, but the next wave of attacks had already arrived.

"Metal products!"

Risout gave a soft shout, and countless throwing knives flew out from beside him, all aimed at the South Asian in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, several figures appeared beside the man and calmly caught the flying knife.

"Looks like I have to beat you into submission."

Risotto was surprised by this turn of events, but remained calm.

Stand Name: Metal Products

Ontology: Risot Nero

Destructive power C

Speed ​​C

Range C

Endurance A

Precision C

Growth potential C

Ability: Manipulates iron elements, can gather iron elements from within the human body to launch attacks.

"Risotto Nero, is it? Your ability is really dangerous. If it were an ordinary member here, they would definitely be killed by you instantly."

"Luckily, it was me, Ico, who came; otherwise, this mission would have been really difficult."

After blocking the attack, Ico launched the first attack on the middle-aged man driving the car.

"Oh no! De'Ou! Stop the car!"

Risotto understood what the other party wanted to do, and immediately used his Stand ability to slam on the brakes of the sports car, while simultaneously directing his teammates in front to stop.

"Fist Dance Technique: Strike from Above and Below!"

To his surprise, this guy actually used physical attacks.

"Perpetual!"

Upon receiving the order, Perpetually met the fat man's attack and managed to subdue him for a moment.

"Fist Dance Technique: King Qin Circles the Pillar!"

But the fat man was surprisingly agile, turning 180 degrees and striking Risout.

Even though Risotto had covered his body with iron beforehand, he was still blasted away.

"Fist Dance Technique: The Immortal Points the Way!"