JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 53 Entering Italy

A corner of the Italian border.

The group, along with their RV, hid in the woods.

"The Durand brothers will guide you on the way ahead."

The Durand brothers are the two gentlemen sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

"Don't worry, boss, I guarantee it will be delivered safely!"

"I'm sitting in the driver's seat," Maslow Durand said, leaning out of the driver's seat.

He is also the elder of the two Durang brothers.

"How is Ke Laibo?"

When Rinnell said this, he didn't really want to ask how he was doing; he just wanted to get Colebo to show his face.

"Yes, boss."

Corabo Durand also poked his head out to respond.

"Alright, everyone, please get on the bus. Mr. Polnareff and I will head back now."

Even now, Qiao Zhou still doesn't quite understand the situation.

"I said, how are we going to get over there? With so many people and a car, we'll be too conspicuous."

He nudged Fu Yao beside him and asked the question that had been bothering him.

"The organization isn't cooperating with them for nothing. In addition to ensuring our needs outside of Italy, [Hell] is also responsible for getting us safely to our destination."

The Durand brothers over there are in charge of this.

Qiao Zhou didn't ask any more questions; he already knew the general idea.

Everyone boarded the vehicle again, and Maslow opened the window at the junction of the carriages and asked:

"Everyone, are you all seated? If there are no problems, I'm about to depart!"

After receiving a response, Maslow immediately summoned his own clone.

"A Shadow Over Japan and China!"

A black, gecko-like stand-in appeared and perched on the roof of the RV.

The entire RV then disappeared from the spot.

Stand Name: Shadow of the Sun

Main body: Maslow Durand

Destructive power E

Speed C

Range B

Endurance A

Precision D

Growth potential D

Ability: To alter the light rays refracted on the surface of an object, making it impossible to observe directly.

The maximum length of the object being altered must not exceed twenty meters, and only one object can be affected at a time.

It's clear that a motorhome is an object, which makes perfect sense.

"Everyone, take your seats!"

Maslow reversed and turned, getting directly onto the highway.

At this point, some people asked, "Even though they're invisible, there are checkpoints on the highway, so how do they get through?"

It's simple, he's a good driver.

"Gentlemen, we've now entered Italy. Without the boss's protection, we need to be extra careful and not get off the bus unless absolutely necessary!"

How good was Maslow's driving skill? Good enough that he could cross borders without being detected?

Anyway, it's good, it's awesome, they're really capable.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to become an officially certified driver for the [Hell] organization.

"I'll be driving at full speed toward Rome the next day, and I expect to arrive before tomorrow morning."

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“Mr. Bainar, this is the situation. We hope the Passionate Organization can cooperate with our operations in Italy.”

In a conference room, six people sat around a round conference table.

Two of them were Pixie, the team official who had previously conspired to shift the blame, and the strategist.

The other four individuals are two high-ranking Italian officials and two members of the "Passion" organization.

The Mr. Bainar mentioned is the one with the higher status among the two [Passion] members.

"This...this is only natural. As an ordinary citizen, cooperating with the government's actions is a must!"

Bainar immediately expressed his opinion, but his words had a hidden meaning.

They are members or even leaders of the "Passionate" group, so they are certainly not ordinary civilians.

But by saying that, he was implying to the other party that we were neither officials nor clerks, and that if anything happened, it wouldn't be our responsibility. If they wanted us to be cannon fodder, they should be prepared to do so.

It's regrettable that his confidence in saying this stemmed from the powerful force of his passion.

"You can't say that. It's just something I can do. There's no need to be nervous."

Pixie said that none of these things mattered, as long as they could defeat the rebels in the Revolutionary Army, all the credit would be theirs.

"Everyone understands now, that's the situation. Next, let's see how we plan to arrest the rebels..."

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In a building near the Colosseum in Rome, Italy.

A shadow fell over most of the room, where five people were sitting.

"They...have already arrived in Italy."

A person on the sofa slowly spoke, but before he uttered those words, he had simply been sitting quietly on the single sofa.

He didn't do anything, didn't make a phone call, didn't look at anything, he just sat there, and then suddenly said this.

"Then they should be here tonight. I guess I should get ready."

A somewhat disheveled white man stood up and did a couple of chest-expanding exercises on the spot.

"Hey! What's the rush? Even Melu isn't worried, but you're the one jumping up first."

The man sitting next to him complained.

"Hey no, what does this have to do with you? I'm here on a mission, after all. What are you doing here? What does this operation have to do with you?"

The slovenly man immediately retorted; he had disliked this guy for a long time.

"Alright, Angui, go do what you're supposed to do. And Melu, you should learn from Angui and go get ready."

The man who had spoken first interrupted their argument, and the disheveled man named Angui turned and left the dark room.

Another woman with wavy hair and wearing a dress obediently stood up and followed her out of the room.

Of course, her attire was not that of a cheap, non-mainstream person, but rather that of a true lady of high society.

“Pes, you go out too.”

The man said another thing.

The man who had just been arguing with Angey glanced at him and then spoke.

"Hey, no, if you wanted us all to get out, you should have said so earlier. There was no need for this."

As he spoke, Peter opened the door and went out.

"I mean, has this always been your style...?"

The one who hadn't spoken until now was a man in a wheelchair.

His body had been completely shrouded in shadow, and only now was the wheelchair pushed out at an extremely slow pace.

Which aspect are you referring to?

The man on the sofa never changed his posture from beginning to end.

"Various aspects."

The man in the wheelchair finally revealed himself. He looked rather bleak. Judging from his shape, his legs seemed to have no room to move, one arm was hanging down, his torso was somewhat awkward, and he was wearing a black eye patch over one eye.

"A language habit that's like taking off your pants to fart, a strange quirk of communicating one-on-one rather than in groups, and a habit of hating light like those monsters despite being an ordinary human,"

As he said this, he pointed in the direction of the window.

"Although I didn't like being in bright places before, you've gone too far."

My electricity bill has decreased for the past two days since you arrived.

"And it's clearly noon now, but you've made it feel like the middle of the night."

The man on the sofa hesitated for a moment, then stared at the man in the wheelchair and said:

"I almost forgot, you can produce the sun, right?"

As he spoke, he looked at the other person's blond hair.

Are you telling me a classic American joke?

The man in the wheelchair expressed his incomprehension.

"It's okay, you don't need to worry about it."

The man on the sofa shook his head.

"I almost forgot, this game isn't going to be released for another ten years."