JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

November 21, 1999, 1:00 AM.

"You still haven't found their whereabouts?! What are you all doing?!"

In an office in Rome, a pot-bellied, bald man is pounding his fist on the table.

The reason is simple: from noon yesterday until now, they have not found any trace of the rebels.

We used road surveillance cameras, underground intelligence networks, and intensified personnel checks—we tried every method imaginable, but still couldn't get any information.

The bald man was a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Defense. However, the Ministry of Defense was only mentioned because Katz had not made any deliberate reforms; in reality, he was just an official at the level of a local military commander.

The task of "arresting rebels" naturally fell to his shoulders.

"Kari, don't rush."

Just as the bald man slammed his fist on the table, a middle-aged man in a suit, who looked much more sophisticated than him, walked in.

He was described as a middle-aged man, but he looked at least close to fifty, or even over fifty.

"Hello, Minister!"

Upon seeing the middle-aged man enter, both the soldier reporting for duty and the bald man instinctively saluted and greeted him.

The minister's face gave the impression of someone who had experienced many hardships. Although he was nearing old age, the outline of his muscles could still be seen under his suit.

Combined with his upright posture, the barely noticeable scars on his face, and the imposing aura he exuded, it was all very impressive.

It's clear that he got this position mostly because of his own ability and seniority.

"Alright, you can all leave now."

He waved to the soldier reporting on his work, then walked to his desk, pulled out an office chair, and sat down.

“My Minister Malone, how can we not be anxious! In our tiny place, if we don’t hurry, the rebels will have vanished without a trace! Not to mention the blame from above, just offending those special envoys from the Central Committee will be enough to give us a hard time!”

Compared to the minister Stefano Maron, this Kari is the complete opposite.

He's greasy, bald, and has a beer belly; all he does when things go wrong is yell at his subordinates.

When you see this kind of person, you can easily deduce one thing: that his or her family must be very well-off.

"Don't worry."

Stefano took a sip of his drink, a protein powder-infused coffee.

The staff and officials here are already used to some of the defense minister's peculiar habits.

"Are you even listening to me? Wait, do you already have some clue?!"

Judging from Kari's tone and manner of speaking, his family background is quite impressive.

"First of all, the rebels came all the way from Japan, passing through many countries. Who knows exactly what they did?"

Secondly, if something really goes wrong, those special envoys would probably be in dire straits themselves, so they wouldn't have the chance to cause trouble for others.

After saying this, Stefano took another sip of coffee.

"In the end... well, there is no end."

He didn't say it aloud; one has to be careful what one says when dealing with a fat, idiotic idiot like Kari.

It's fine to mention it veiledly, but if you actually say something, you'll only end up hurting yourself.

Stephano took out a telephone after leaving the office.

A big shot like him would naturally have more than one telephone.

"How's it going?"

After the call connected, there were no pleasantries or formalities, only a direct and emotionless conversation.

"We found some clues. They must have used some kind of stealth vehicle, but they still left some traces."

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Okay, when can I expect a definite reply?"

"Before sunrise."

"Waiting for your message."

Without saying another word, Stefano hung up the phone.

Because he knew that saying more would be pointless.

Saying anything superfluous to this stubborn old friend will only make both of you uncomfortable.

“Eurot…”

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Still in Rome, near the Colosseum.

In any case, these Italian adults could never have imagined that the ultimate target of those rebels would be their capital.

If they had heard even a little bit of news, the whole city would have been under martial law long ago.

On the pitch-black street, a few streetlights occasionally illuminated a section of the road ahead, but this was no longer of any concern to the people inside the car.

The interior of the car was not only brightly lit, but not a single ray of light leaked out.

Several members of the revolutionary army were discussing their action plan inside the vehicle.

This day happened to be the fourteenth day of the lunar calendar. The moon in the sky was big and round, shining directly on the dilapidated dueling arena on the ground, creating a unique sense of contrast.

According to intelligence, the Insect Arrow is inside the Colosseum, so they must enter the Colosseum to search for it.

If a search is to be carried out, one team is definitely not enough; at least two teams must be split up.

Based on combat strength and teamwork, Qiao Zhou and Tan Shan Yu should at least be separated, Kira Yoshikage and Xie Wulan should be in one group, and Jotaro and Kishibe Rohan should be in another group.

The final result of the discussion was:

Jotaro, Rohan Kishibe, Fuyou, and Qiaozhou form a group.

A group consisting of Yoshikage Kira, Muro Sakae, Katsuki Nakajima, and Yu Tanzan.

After confirming the action plan, the members of the revolutionary army got off the vehicle one by one.

"Huh-ha-"

The first thing Qiao Zhou did after getting off the bus was to take a deep breath.

He was getting a bit restless after spending most of the day in the car, but it was still better than sitting on a submarine.

This was his first time in Italy, whether in his brief past life or in this even shorter one.

Even carrying out dangerous missions couldn't stop his curiosity.

Looking left and right, this magnificent amphitheater, this novel architectural style.

The evening breeze was as melodious as music, and the moon was so round and big.

Whether it was his imagination or not, he really did have the feeling that "the grass is always greener on the other side."

Of course, he can just look at it himself; it's not appropriate to distract his teammates with something like this.

He knew this, so he quickly adjusted his mindset and prepared to join his teammates in the attack.

But in that instant, all the blood in his body went cold.

Moonlit night, yellow light.

The entire land was enveloped in the yellow light of the moon.

Everything in Qiao Zhou's field of vision was covered by yellow light, and what was even more frightening was the change caused by this light.

This statement is inaccurate, because this great change only came with the light, and was not necessarily caused by it.

In Qiao Zhou's eyes, his teammates were all contorted in a bizarre posture, and their skin was constantly festering, especially their abdomens.

"The storyteller!"

Qiao Zhou immediately released his substitute, but before he could take a single step, an invisible force pressed down on his mind.

That's right, it's the mental pressure. This pressure caused his body to go haywire. He could no longer control his body and even had difficulty thinking.

However, he still thought of something, so he struggled to look up at the sky.

"Holy crap, what the hell is that?!"

A full moon hung in the sky, but it looked bigger and seemed to be growing larger.

Even more terrifying, a woman's face appeared on the moon!