JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

A row of men dressed in chef's uniforms walked forward in an orderly fashion, carrying plates with lids on.

At the end of the corridor, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo opened the door for them.

In this spacious villa, everything felt so natural.

There were two people sitting in the room, both dressed in suits, talking at a dining table.

Although the others had no intention of eavesdropping, they still kept quiet after these people came in.

After the chefs had introduced the dishes and left, the two started chatting again.

"What did you just say? That the government is going to take action against us?"

Capone put down his cigar and stared intently at the man in front of him.

This man, named Alan Salok, was the second-in-command of their local police department and also his close friend.

His current success is inseparable from Capone's behind-the-scenes support.

The legitimate and the illegitimate paths simply complement each other.

"There's nothing we can do about it; this day was bound to come sooner or later."

"Then why are you coming over? Isn't that even more dangerous?"

"My friend, how could I possibly abandon you!"

This was in 1989, in Tennessee, USA.

Capone Brando was a highly respected Mafia boss in the area; in layman's terms, he had a large number of men, territories, and equipment under his command.

Of course, the Mafia is still the Mafia, and it's not much in the same league as the government forces.

He has his own faction within the government, so he doesn't usually worry about being suppressed.

But that's just how the world is; human greed is hard to control.

You're in the underworld, they're in the legitimate world.

Why should they share territory with you?

That's where the problem arises: if you do this job, you're taking away someone else's share of the pie.

Based on the principle of "not wanting to hurt the enemy by a thousand while losing eight hundred of your own," they might give you a smile in return.

Once everything is ready, a strong east wind will blow right in your face, leaving you with nothing but the northwest wind.

"Thank you for coming to tell me this news overnight. It seems I need to make some preparations as well."

Salok was somewhat surprised by these words.

"Are you really planning to go against the government?!"

Capone's expression didn't change much.

"There's no other way. Even if I compromise, what will happen to all my brothers?"

As he spoke, he picked up the spicy meat sauce hot dog in front of him and took a bite.

"Regardless, I am very grateful for your timely news, Salok."

After putting down the hot dog, he took another bite of the walnut sauce and garlic spaghetti in front of him.

"Don't worry about it, you should eat too. Breakfast is very important, and since you probably haven't slept all night, I think you need to replenish your energy."

Seeing his close friend's anxious expression, Capone offered him a few words of comfort.

boom!

A gunshot shattered the tranquility of this beautiful breakfast moment.

The person who fired the shot was Salok.

Without further ado, Salok pressed his advantage, firing several shots at Capone in front of him.

His movements were so fast that even Capone didn't react to the first shot.

However, he was already on guard, and Salok's nervous expression had made him suspicious of the true purpose of this meeting.

Even so, he couldn't dodge the first shot.

boom!

Capone did not choose to use his own sidearm, but instead used the "Friendship Years".

Salok is not a Stand user, so he cannot see the existence of "Friendship Years," and naturally, he cannot see the bullets either.

Even when facing his best friend, Capone did not hesitate and fired a burst of bullets.

At this moment, the guards outside also rushed in, and it was clear that the situation was about to be brought back under control.

But in the next instant, Salok, who had been shot several times, showed no sign of retreating and lunged straight at Capone!

At that moment, Capone seemed to understand something. He turned around and shouted at the guards who ran in:

"He's not human!"

In fact, based on Capone's own skills, he could have taken down Salok.

However, he was still worried that the other party might have a backup plan, so he kept increasing the distance between them.

Sure enough, Salok suddenly took out a remote control and pressed a button.

"..."

Capone is still alive.

When he woke up in his bedroom, half a day had passed.

Salok wanted to take him down with him by self-destructing, and the bomb was indeed very powerful; he almost died.

The biggest mistake of this plan was that they didn't assassinate Capone's healing Stand user, who was hiding in the villa, beforehand.

So he escaped with his life.

Upon arriving at his close friend's body, the doctor's report confirmed his suspicions.

Long before Salok arrived at his villa, he had already been transformed into a zombie.

He came here this time controlled by a vampire to assassinate him.

That's why he rushed over overnight, because the living dead cannot see the sun.

"call--"

Capone exhaled a smoke ring.

Give him a proper burial.

That was the only sentence he uttered.

He knew who he should hate.

He also knew what he had to do.

For my brothers.

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The autumn wind blew through the old trees, making the fire on the ground burn even brighter.

A large, hairy hand picked up a perfectly roasted pork leg from the wooden rack and respectfully handed it to the person sitting not far away.

Or rather, that werewolf.

"No need for that, you guys eat first, I don't have much of an appetite."

After hearing his leader's words, the werewolf who was grilling meat did not eat it, but instead distributed the roasted pig leg to his brothers around him.

The werewolves then shared their prey.

Among them were some cunning individuals; a werewolf quietly approached Norkain Khalid, whose face was filled with worry.

"Boss, are you worried about that guy who just came over..."

Norkan looked up at him and nodded slightly.

"That guy doesn't seem to be here with good intentions. I wonder how things are going with the leader."

Norkan Khalid is the leader of a gang in this large werewolf community, and he has a group of shrewd and capable brothers under his command.

His clan is the largest werewolf clan in the world, with more than 50 percent of the world's werewolves residing there.

His status and prestige were quite high; in fact, besides the leader, he was the one who could handle things.

This morning, an uninvited guest arrived in the community.

A man who calls himself "Katz".

The moment he met him, the oppressive feeling he experienced was unforgettable.

After that, Kaz went into their highest meeting room with the clan chief and hasn't come out yet.

Nokane could only wait here with his brothers, waiting for them to come out.

"Boss, I think that guy is probably up to no good. But that ultimate creature's aura is really strong. I don't dare to move in front of him."

Werewolves are creatures that are more sensitive to the life force than humans.

"I hope everything's alright..."

While Nokaine was still worrying, his werewolf underling called out to him again from not far away.

"Boss, are you really not going to eat?"

Nokane waved to the other side, signaling them not to wait for him.

Just as his arm was placed back on his knee, a loud bang rang in the ears of the werewolves present.

"Something's wrong! Something's happened to the chieftain! Brothers, follow me!"

Nokane immediately leaped up and sprinted toward the center of the tribe.

"..."

That day was an unforgettable day.

When Kars, covered in blood, slaughtered a large number of his tribesmen, when his brothers fell one by one before him.

When Kaz, who had already killed the clan leader, looked at him.

When he realized that he had no room to resist.

He came to his senses and realized that if he continued to act so stubbornly, his tribe would only face annihilation.

As the current leader of the tribe, he looked at the corpses of his people scattered all over the ground and listened to Kaz's recruitment requests.

Nokane thought of his people, who were like family to him, and he said only one sentence.

He knew who he should hate.

He also knew what he had to do.

For my brothers.