[Miscellaneous] On the way home

This chapter Josie/Chenghua/Zhanluwei Jody

Bgm-If Ihadagun

The longest distance in the world

is the distance between the bird and the fish

One soars in the sky, the other is deep in the sea

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The black shark covered with bullet holes and scratches quietly stopped at the gate of the deserted highway.

Joseph bent down to take out the drink from the vending machine, leaned against the car door and unscrewed the easy-pull tab of the can of Coke, the bubbles of the carbonated drink scrambled to float up, making a "chi-chi-" sound.Sisar sat in the driver's seat, pushed the goggles to the top of his head, the ends of his blond hair were covered with black traces of gunpowder smoke, Joseph put an iced cola on the Italian's cheek, and heard Mamamia's voice Complaints.

The blond man raised his eyelids, bit the other end of the hair tie and tied it again. "Why do you want to get rid of Bugarati?" Jotaro's communication did not mean to avoid Xisa, the Italian began to organize his thoughts that were messed up in the gun battle, and he slapped Joseph's chaos Hand, "Suspect they leaked the route in advance?"

"Hmm." Joseph leaned on the window with his arms folded, and raised his eyebrows at Xisa, "I'm really confused too. The attack point of the ambush was chosen too precisely. Bugarati's nanny X5 target It is bigger and has worse firepower configuration, but there are almost no casualties.” Xisa frowned, and he leaned over and put his palm on the back of the opponent’s neck soothingly, “I would be so suspicious if I were it.” Xisa gently The tense neck was relaxed, and the blond hair squeezed into Joseph's fingers. He unconsciously wrapped his fingertips around the handle of the gun, fiddled with the bolt, and said hesitantly, "Maybe it's just intuition. Buccarati looks ..." Joseph nodded noncommittally, and circled the muzzle of Caesar's gun with his fingertips, "If it were me, I would give them another chance." He held Caesar's wrist holding the gun, rubbing his thumb against Caesar's On the inside of the wrist, "Once the betrayal is confirmed, there is only execution."

Joseph's overly serious face is not common for Caesar.

Many things are not always what they seem on the surface, and the encounters in just a few days are enough for him to learn this truth, and Caesar nodded lightly as if tacitly.Joseph pulled his wrist up with an inch, "I forgot to tell you, little Caesar." The Italian raised his head and waited seriously for his constructive opinion. Joseph lowered his head and kissed Caesar under the puzzled eyes of Caesar The other side's cheek, "You are really sexy with a gun-ahhh, don't hit me in the face!"

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"Three requirements." Joseph raised three fingers to Caesar, "First, the car should be fast enough. Second, the space should be large enough. Third, don't alert the local police." Caesar raised his three fingers Turning my head back, "First, there is no decent 4S shop here. Second, you are a mafia, and you are actually afraid of the police. Third, your surname is Joestar, shouldn't someone drive a tank to pick us up after a phone call?" ?” Joseph shrugged off his statement—in fact, most of the family members are now rapidly gathering towards their home in Naples, and alerting the police would bring unexpected troubles.What's more—he patted Xisa on the shoulder confidently, "I'm really good at getting a car in places like clubs."

Facts have proved that American gangsters who have been in and out of high-end places with business partners for a long time are not very skilled at all.

The closed room does not leak into the bright afternoon sun at all. Under the dim indoor light, only a large number of strange graffiti on the wall can be vaguely recognized, there are layers of writhing bodies on the dance floor, and a person holding a syringe in the corner People spit out inaudible swear words.It is really unexpected that Cesar A. Zeppelin would resume his old business in this kind of place, once again cursing Joseph's bad idea - the brown-haired American hooligan followed closely two or three steps away from him. Clenching his fists, he looked like he was about to fight a big man with tattoos all over his body.Caesar sighed deeply again, "Hey." He squeezed a few steps over to block Joseph behind him, and blinked his green eyes peacefully, "I'm looking for you, JOJO." He took Joseph by the hand The husband's wrist was rubbed against the frantically twisting crowd, and the DJ who was watching the disc threw the shirt he had taken off into the crowd, "What are you doing, idiot." Joseph said in a bad tone that someone was watching Your ass, and if you don't come I'll punch him in the floor.

Cesar pulled aside the chair and pushed Joseph up, "Coke, add ice." He threw the banknotes to Joseph and warned him to come when he went.He caught a glimpse of the Land Rover keys the girl at the next table had put on the table—motor tattoos, flat boots, goggles—thank God, and Ceasar figured it must be a nice tuned car. "Hey." He bent down and took out a fruit candy from the girl's ear as if conjuring, "You seem to need a little more sugar." The Italian's face is really tried and tested, "Although you are already sweet enough, beauty." Look The girl who woke up surprisingly hot pushed and pushed Cesar all the way to the door of the bathroom.Joseph gritted his teeth and followed behind them, desperately gesticulating with Caesar. He patiently rolled his eyes at the girl from behind the girl's black hair in the gap between kisses. "Hey—wait a moment." He pulled the girl's hand out from under the shirt, "I think we—" No matter what, the girl who came to kiss her was obviously a little bit genteel, "It's okay." Caesar's fingers finally found When he got the chance, he reached into the other party's pocket, and his fingertips caught the car keys that he had hoped for early.He carefully threw the thing on the ground, "—huh? What's the sound?" Caesar quickly grabbed the girl's fingertips and pressed them against his chest, "It's the voice of my heartbeat, ma'am." He kicked the car The key was kicked to Joseph, and the man who was busy grinding his teeth caught the key and gave him a middle finger.

"You probably drank a little too much, honey, do you mind if we go out for a breather?" The smooth-talking Italian hurried to the underground parking lot. "What are you dawdling about?" Joseph squeezed the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator viciously, and Caesar whistled in a good mood, "Working hard for your perfect car theft plan that won't alert the police, brother .” He pretended to roll down the car window, “Your vinegar smell is too strong, you need to let it go.”

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The moonlight shines through the cracks in the trees, casting dense shadows flickeringly.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions slowly faded from Jousuke's eardrums, as if he had experienced a nightmare that was all too real.

The high school student moved forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, hugged Rohan's leg and turned him upside down, "Don't fall down. Mr. Jotaro should be nearby." Jousuke told him worriedly, " You're making too much noise." Kishibe Rohan reluctantly tightened the arm resting on Jousuke's shoulder. "Your estrus... is it okay?" He was glad that no one could see his hot cheek clearly in the night.Jousuke's voice was more embarrassing than his, "No, it's all right."

"Jousuke." Jotaro's voice echoed in his ears, "Don't move. Let's come here." Jotaro flew towards them with the light of the stars and the moon all over his shoulders, and the clear moon floated in his blue eyes He stretched out his hand to the juniors reliably, "Thank you for your hard work." Kakyoin hurriedly followed behind him, and heaved a long sigh of relief after seeing the two figures.

"Mr. Jotaro—! Kakyoin-senpai—!" Josuke shouted at the top of his voice, stretching out his sore arms and waving them vigorously.Luhan struggled to get off his shoulders, "Let me go, let the seniors see what they want to say." Dongfang Jousuke tightened his grip on his legs, and muttered to refuse, "I don't want it."

"Is Rohan injured? Is it serious?" The junior who was named quickly waved his hand, desperately trying to change the subject in embarrassment, "I'm fine, it's just an old injury." Rohan grabbed Jousuke's clothes "It's Jousuke, he's split." Jotaro and Kakyoin looked at Higashija Jousuke's face at the same time, and Jousuke, who couldn't cover his senior's mouth because he was carrying Rohan behind his back, tried to express himself with winks.

"Ah? Divided? Divided into what—?" Kakyoin looked at them in confusion, and opened his mouth in great confusion. "No. I don't smell Josuke." Jotaro withdrew his gaze from the red mark, and closed his eyes under the hat knowingly. This kid is surprisingly practical.Kakyoin blinked his eyes, and after a while, he managed to say, "Jousuke! You won't become Beta!"

The large dog's shoulders trembled visibly.Kishibe Rohan, with bulging veins, squeezed the opponent's throat tightly with his elbow, "Higashi-fang-jo-suke-!" He tightened his forearm with a sneer, "Did you hear that? Senior Kakyoin said you——no! Yes! Taste! Dao! Ah!" Dongfang Jousuke, whose hair was scattered on the back of his head, raised his head tremblingly, angrily, "Lu, Teacher Luhan... Actually, I..." Luban squeezed his cheeks with both hands to explain The words were stuffed back into Jousuke's stomach, and the green eyes were filled with a look of eagerness, "You have learned to calculate, teacher, brat."

The high school student defended himself angrily, "Because I like Rohan." It's too shameful to confess to the eyes of the seniors—even so, the high school student who said it through gritted teeth smoked from the top of his head and the tip of his nose was red .Only the blue eyes are gentle and calm like a quiet lake reflecting the moonlight, "Whether it's Alpha or Beta, it doesn't matter."

"I just like Rohan." What was this guy talking about? Kishibe Rohan, who had no choice but to surrender, buried his head in the other's neck in embarrassment.The seniors are still watching, he thought, he should scold this smug fool.

"Me too."

He heard his own voice.

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Jonathan Joestar was slumbering on an iron frame, the blood on the wound had solidified, and the godfather fell into a high fever and coma caused by the trauma - Giorno wrung out the water in the basin and wiped it quietly Seeing the blood on his father's arm, those bloody hands, maybe they should have embraced and held him when he was young. "Father announced this to everyone in the Diablo family - I have become the new speaker of this family." He knew that Jonathan could not hear it, and he gently wiped away the sticky blood clots on the godfather's wound, "I think I won. Whether it's the war with Diablo, or yours." He moistened the dry lips of the godfather with a damp cotton swab. "I didn't—happy, godfather." Young man The sadness only quietly condensed in the green eyeballs.His movements were calm and his tone was flat, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

When he was very young, had he guessed countless times what his father looked like?A fisherman, a sailor, a traveler.He found all kinds of reasons for his father's absence.With Dio swearing, Giorno thought, maybe his father was a thief, a robber, a criminal, but that's not a big deal.There is always someone in the world who is related to him by blood - that person loves him no matter what the cost.Giorno stared at Jonathan's face, "Anyway, I really don't want you to die, father." He whispered, and put a hot kiss on the back of his unknown father's hand.

Dio Brando opened the door of the confinement room, and his gaze rested on Jonathan's fingertips. "Giorno, it's time for you to read." He waited indifferently for the young man to stand up, and closed the iron door with a bang.Giorno looked down at those former colleagues—wolf-like fierce lights flickered in some people's eyes, as if they would tear Giorno's head apart in the next second. "Actually, all of you have received orders from Boss." The young man's smell of the ocean pervades the seabed and abyss, a dark corner where even the sun cannot reach after diving 2 meters, "There is an order to Boss Those who disagree—it’s best to stand up now. Otherwise, anyone who doesn’t carry out the order will be regarded as a traitor to the family.” Some hands have reached into the holster, while others have touched the trigger—— At the same time, bullets from through the air hit them in the head.Dio stood in the attic of Joestar Manor watching all this, he touched the hot pipe happily, "Good job, Giorno."

Blood even sprayed on the tip of Giorno's shoe.

The speaker looked down at all this with a blank face.

He stepped up the stairs without looking back, leaving the blood and screams behind him.

"Have you seen my pendant?" Giorno stepped on the last step, his green eyes almost pressed him.Dio put the cross into Giorno's palm from behind.Giorno turned the knob—it was really empty inside.His face was blue, his internal organs were knotted in his body, and the blood flowed into his head.Giorno's brain refused to process all the information, and all the logic was broken in his irregular heartbeat, "What did you do?" He clenched Dio's fingertips tightly, looking like he was thrown by Dio when he was six years old. The child who lost the toy, "What did you do——" Dio propped his chin with his hands, and he smoothed Giorno's blond hair from his forehead to behind his ears, "Everything you can imagine." He said He answered the other party as honestly as he tore up Giorno's plush toy and threw away his car when he was six years old.

Giorno couldn't even make a sound.

- Bugarati.That was the existence he once regarded as his home.

"Buggarati is loyal to the Joestar family." Dio could even say that he rubbed his finger against Giorno's chin affectionately.Giorno's shoulders were trembling, he took two steps back, his heel hit the table, and he almost staggered and fell.Bucciarati - Dio's expression has given him all the hints, his father is so calm and happy, and Dio is the God child playing with glass beads.Giorno slid to sit down, Dio stretched out his hand to hold him, he calmly supported the boy's arm, "You will do these things one day, Giorno." He combed his fingers along Giorno's messy blond hair , "Early or late."

"Don't disappoint me, Giorno."

"I don't want—Buccarati die." The fear of uttering the word caught his throat, and Giorno slammed his father away, who didn't even have a device to communicate with Bucciarati.Giorno's wrist was trembling, he pulled out his phone and swiped to turn on the screen.Dio let him dial the number repeatedly with trembling fingers—"The signal here is blocked. Except for the command room and the communicator, other wavelengths cannot be transmitted at all."

Giorno's teddy bear was torn to pieces when he was six -- he didn't cry, and he never touched the stuffed animal again.He stared at Dio's dark red eyes, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar.Giorno showed an expression that the confiscated teddy bear never showed. He put his forehead against Dio's forearm, "Please." Let me do something, there was no moisture in his eyes when he raised his head.Dio granted his request.

"You can't save Bugarati, and Jotaro will never let him go. If I were you, I would pray that he would drag a few Joestars into the water before he dies." Dio took out his The phone was placed in front of Giorno, motioning him to edit the content. "I remember you have a good relationship with that little bastard from Gaido." He narrowed his eyes and watched Giorno's cold sweat dripping from the tip of his chin to the screen, "But I remind you, Giorno." He pointed The sharp nails scratched the table with a sharp voice, "You can't save him, and - no exception."

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"To be able to organize the equipment and personnel for two ambushes in such a short period of time must have mastered our intelligence and information."

"It is basically certain that the same group of people who attacked us were the same people who attacked the convoy at that time."

"But Jotaro and I encountered no enemies on our route."

"Someone leaked the route of travel."

He had sent Joseph a few minutes ago a communication - the traitor had been confirmed, Bugarati Squad.Even if it wasn't Bucciarati himself, it must be someone or some people in their team.Jonathan's life and death, Elena's ring, the subordinates who lost their lives, and the injured family members, if it is Joseph or Higashika Josuke, it is up to Jotaro to decide, and Jotaro is sure that they will not hesitate.The beautiful fairy tales have closed the back cover long ago, and there are not many ways to survive in this cruel world-some costs they cannot bear.The shape of a road vaguely appeared in sight, and the moonlight flowed on the deserted road. In the endless silent night, the sound of Jotaro's footsteps was very clear, and his followers followed behind without exception. staring straight ahead.