[Miscellaneous] On the way home

Josie/Chenghua in this chapter

Bgm-IAin'ttheone (Spoon)

when i step over everything that sinks

When fighting against eternity

you are my flag

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Venafro is a typical small town in southern Italy. The streets are narrow and dense. Most of the masonry buildings are not tall, and they are nestled in the moon shadow of occasional tall buildings.The long street is quiet, and the lights of the 24-hour fast food restaurants cast warm orange or white lights.

The neon color brushed over Caesar's cheek, and Joseph turned his head to see him leaning on the seat, half-closed his eyes tiredly, subconsciously repeating the action of dismantling and reassembling the gun, "Did you learn from Kakyoin?" Joe Joseph freed one hand to show off and took the pistol in Xisa's palm with one hand. The handle of the Desert Eagle was engraved with beautiful cursive characters, "Here." Joseph unloaded the magazine with one hand and quickly Pushed back, "If you want to learn, why don't you come to me, little Caesar." He stretched out his hand to wrap Caesar's fingers, and the Italian's fingertips felt cool, "Joseph the sharpshooter——I am a hundred-shot. "Although most of them are shooting results-but it's better not to tell him.

"You are so noisy, JOJO." The blond man swallowed the vague ending sound into his throat, and spit out inaudible complaints with his eyelids fighting. "Call me when it's time." His head slid gently onto Joseph's shoulder, and the ends of his hair were against Joseph's neck. "Eh? Wait—Cesar." Is anyone so tired?The energetic American looked down, from his quivering light-gold lashes to the full line of his lips.He muttered softly, "Wait until this thing is over." This sentence was chewed in his throat too many times, and it came out of his mouth with great difficulty, "We can—"

Caesar adjusted his posture and rubbed against his shoulders, the soft cheeks were hot on Joseph's shoulders, and the blond hair fell from the headband on his forehead.Joseph narrowed his eyes, "Have a good dream, little Cesar." He cut off the end of his words, turned his face and kissed the top of his messy hair.The communicator lit up with a blinding light——Joseph quickly switched to Bluetooth, "Cisar is resting." He reminded Jotaro in a low voice.The voice of the younger generation did not hesitate at all, "We have reached the northern part of Venafro, and the Bugarati team is on standby at the northwest entrance of Venafro. Please bring your car over to meet us first." Jotaro announced straight-forward, "Kakyoin has obtained an agreement with Abdel. Get in touch. They'll be here shortly."

"We're going to deal with the Bugarati team here."

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Bugarati stared out the window—the entrance on the northwest side of Venafro was sparsely populated, the dense mountain forest lay dormant on the other side of the sky, and the misty moonlight covered the end of the smoky road.

Naranja dozed off in the back seat, while Fugo lowered his head and counted the equipment.Apache frowned and unbuttoned his seat belt, "Is there any news about that brat?" Buccarati shook his head, while Mista leaned over from the driver's seat restlessly, and took out the rear seat plastic Bag of food. "Hey!" The screen flickered, and he held the phone up in front of him, "Why haven't you seen this number before?" He tapped the screen with his head down, "Wait—!" The flashing display shows that there are still 10 seconds to automatically shut down Reminder, the screen of the phone is black-whose is this?For a moment he seemed to see Giorno's name, but he didn't.Mista rubbed her eyes in confusion.

"What's wrong, Mista?"

"Ah, it's okay." Let's talk about it after entering Naples, now is an important juncture, not the time to joke.

A little light fell into his eyes, and Mista looked up out of the window.

The flying dust created muddy waves in the night.

The black convoy came silently from a distance, and the moonlight slipped from the roof of the car to create a bright white halo.The roar of the engine gradually became clear, and the continuously gathering vehicles gathered around them, and the dust on the flat land cast a new fence for the arena.The high-wattage headlights were extremely dazzling, which reminded Bugarat of the eyes of wolves hunting their prey.

The screen of the communicator went dark.

This is not right.

Very wrong.

, "——what's going on?" Bugarati held down Mista's hand that was about to push the car door, and shook his head at him.The communicator's screen flickered—Apaki frowned and clicked to connect. "Buggarati team." Kujo Jotaro's voice was clear, and the strong sense of coercion reminded Bugarati of the haughty eyes under the brim of the hat when the youth was in Rome. "We encountered an ambush on the Pedcassetoli road." The unarmed gladiators were pushed to the center of the Colosseum, and the fear of death seemed within reach, "But you are the least casualties." The wolves suppressed a low growl from their throats , The sharp claws shredded the air.

"I gave you a chance."

"But it's a pity - I encountered an ambush by the same group of people for the second time." Buccarati can almost imagine the appearance and tone of the young man, Jotaro's blue eyes are burning with dark fire, the second chance is Last chance. "Now—do you have anything to explain?" The lock on the front of the cage had been dropped, and the pack howled at his prey.

A drop of pale moonlight fell on Bugarati's pupil.

Giorno Giovanna.

Buccarati searched for the shadow of the young man from his memory.Anger and disappointment made him breathe heavily, Apaki crushed the name through gritted teeth, and Mista's eyes widened in shock.Giorno, Giorno, Giorno—he repeatedly connected to the communication, and hung up again and again when no one was connected.He was blinded by the calm appearance, and under the rippling blue waves of the ocean was a bottomless abyss——Desperate fear strangled Bugarati's throat.

"I can't explain it."

"It was Giorno who betrayed you. I shared your position with him." His throat was dry, and he knew better than anyone that this would not help—the sword of Damocles hanging above his head showed a dazzling edge, His fingers tightened sharply on the communicator, "If we let us live, I will prove the team's innocence."

"Your chance has run out, Bucciarati."

Don't try to get out of here without paying any price.

Jotaro cut off his channel, his patience running low.He raised his hand, and aimed his muzzle coldly and densely at the body of the X5. He didn't want to waste any more time, and it was enough to leave only one person to spit out Giorno's information. "You said you were innocent." Kakyoin's voice was clear and slow, "I'll give you two options. First, we're here to kill all of you. Second, execute everyone except you. Only leave You come back to the nest with us—confront Giorno Giovanna."

The air froze around the squad—they looked at each other in hopeless silence.

Buccarati looked around at the young people in the team. He would never let his subordinates die - living alone is a betrayal of glory.He finally fixed his eyes on Apache's face, and he used Apache's mobile phone to dial his own number, "I will not give up on anyone." He reached out and took Apache's gun, " Bugarati!" Bugarati broke away from Nalanga's fingers that were holding onto the corner of his suit, and before pushing the car door, he turned around and curled the corners of his lips soothingly, "I will take you away alive."

He pushed open the car door.

The muzzle collectively moves with his movements.

Moonlight streamed through his forehead hair and formed sharp curves in his eyes.

"The second."

Bugarati raised his chin, "It's not for my own life." He held up his hands, "It's for the execution of the traitor Giorno Giovanna." He walked a few steps closer to the convoy. Stepping forward, looking back and forth, and finally stopping at the modified Land Rover, the Italian's blond hair reflected the faint light, Bugarati threw the gun in the holster to the ground, and the falling bullets made a tinkling sound With a loud sound, he kicked Colt away. "To show my sincerity." He kicked the shiny mobile phone to a position a little far below the window on the passenger side of the Land Rover.

"I just connected to his communication."

"You can confront him directly."

Buccarati narrowed his eyes—it was a difficult place for Joseph to reach, and Caesar's extended fingers slowly straightened their fingertips.Bugarati made a shooting gesture behind him. There was a burst of gunshots in the X5—Apaki stretched out his hand out of the window and precisely smashed the window glass on Joseph's side of the Land Rover's driver's seat.

The bullet pierced Apache's palm in an instant.

Multiple pieces of metal scraped off his flesh and nailed into his white bones, and the ex-policeman made a painful and hoarse voice.

Almost at the same time, when the gunshots attracted the attention of the others—Buccarati stepped on Caesar’s wrist, and the shattered glass ejected from the broken window scratched Joseph’s cheek, he subconsciously He closed his eyes and covered his head with his forearm.Bugarati squeezed Xisa's palm tightly, and dragged him out of the vehicle with a sudden force. While the opponent was struggling, Bugarati pressed the gun attached to the back of his neck against Xisa's temple .Blood dripped slowly from Joseph's forearm, and the popping sound caused ringing in his ears. When he opened his eyes, he could only see Cesar kicking his ankle. "Cesar!" Joseph growled and reached out to grab his trousers, and the white cloth slipped from his fingertips.

Bugarati hid behind Sisar, only a little hair protruding from the side of Sisar's neck.His experience allowed him to escape death.

"Maybe we can talk now."

"Sorry, I gave the wrong answer just now." Buccarati held Xi Sa and moved slowly towards X5, carefully ensuring that his vital parts were not exposed, "I choose the third one." He leaned against X5 He grabbed Xi Sa's neck and tightened his waist, "Now—let us go, we will let him go at the next gate on the expressway."

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Cold sweat trickled into his eyes, but Joseph didn't move a muscle.

His finger was on the trigger, and the sticky sweat made him barely feel the trigger.Jotaro connected to his channel, "The decision is up to you." Kakyoin still maintained his shooting posture, his muzzle slowly and repeatedly searched for the position, and finally stopped at Xisa's throat. Only then can Bucgarati be hurt.

"Stop shooting."

"Be ready."

The muzzle of Joseph's gun moved to Caesar's collarbone, which is the thinnest part of the whole human body. If all went well, the bullet would pass through Caesar's body and hit Bugarati's left eye.Sweat oozes from his palm, and all voices become distant and uncontrollable, as if separated by a layer of glass.

Caesar was only a few meters away from him, his beautiful green eyes were hidden under his disheveled blond hair, blood was oozing from where the glass shards had hurt his eyes.A broken sound came out of Joseph's dry throat—not long ago he was still holding Sisar's fingertips, and the residual warmth of the other's cheek remained on his neck.

There was something he hadn't said yet.

He waited three years to propose.

He hasn't marked Caesar yet.

All the sounds went away like the tide.In the silence, Joseph stared dizzily at Caesar's face, unable to move his fingers.

The blonde Zeppelin raised his eyes and looked back at Joseph with difficulty.His life has been turned upside down since he met the other party. He has had the best and the worst. He shouldn't have been involved in this bizarre power game.But love is always involuntary, Caesar thought, his heart dragged his steps and staggered to Joseph's side.Sweetness and pain are condensed into the blood of the heart.

Sen Leng's muzzle was on his temple.Caesar had never felt the shadow of death hanging over his head so truly.He thought of the American who refused to give his last name when they first met.

- I really don't like the Mafia.

—but I love you.

He couldn't go against his own will, and Xi Sa didn't want or want to be the variable in the opponent's failure.He almost yelled—"You shoot!" But Joseph put down the gun before the drop of blood from the corner of Sisar's eye fell to the ground, and he raised his hand as a gesture of release.Joseph understood that this was not a target practice, and he should never use naive imagination to speculate on the rules of this world.He thought he could protect Caesar, but he himself was the one being protected.Joseph couldn't lose Caesar - even though he had already.

what is love?It was the hand that wanted to touch and then retracted.

"You go."

Bugarati let out a long breath, and Apache opened the car door. He stepped on the chassis, slightly higher than Xisa, and he was still hiding behind the other's fragile neck.Quietly waiting for the convoy in front of him to slowly open a gap, Mista turned the car key, and the engine made a slight ignition sound - except for now, Sisar will not have a second chance.If it wasn't for the pistol pressed against his temple, this would be very similar to the situation he often encountered in the alleys.Xi Sa suddenly lowered his body, and the moment he squatted up, he bumped his head against Bugarati's chin, and he was briefly freed from the opponent's shackles.Bugarati's arm re-supported him for a moment, but the gap of that second was enough, and Kakyoin's bullet pierced Bugarati's forehead.Bucciarati pulled the trigger unconsciously—even though his angle was off course, it still crossed Sisar's right side of the skull diagonally from the back of his head.

Blood spurted from the wound.

"Xi——————————!"

Caesar's out-of-focus green eyes slowly turned in Joseph's direction.He fell to the ground exhausted, blood seeping from the hole, staining the ends of his blond hair.Joseph rushed over staggeringly, knelt down beside the other party, he held Sisar's cold fingers, and tried helplessly to block the bleeding bullet hole, his howling was covered by the roar of bullets, The pain completely broke his heart.

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The dense bullets poured out, and there was a muffled sound of piercing into the flesh.

Buccarati fell down, and in his blurred vision, Nalanja pushed away Fugo and wanted to hug him—quick, run away.He couldn't make a sound at all, and then Naranga's blood soaked his clothes.Someone smashed a window—blood was black in the moonlight.Apache and Fogg also fell.Mista screamed and stepped on the accelerator—Buccarati's fingertips stopped shaking, and he looked at Mista's back with his eyes open.

if.Met Giorno.

ask him.Why.

——"Buggarati Squad."

——"Except for Mista, all are confirmed dead."

Giorno sat in the command room, the red death message merged into bloody pools in his eyes.He hunched down silently, his teeth biting the cloth on his knees, until an uncontrollable whimper escaped from his mouth.Giorno clenched his fingers on his trouser legs, and he wrapped himself in his own shadow.

"Giorno."

Dio grabbed his shoulder, and Giorno swung his hand away forcefully. "No." He murmured and wanted to get off the chair, his sore knees couldn't support his own weight, and he staggered to his knees on the ground.Dio looked down at him, he reached out and grabbed Giorno by the collar, and slammed the young man onto the console.The rubbed knob made a harsh error report, "Look at me, Giorno."

Tears fell from Giorno's chin.

"Don't you want to be a godfather?" Dio propped him up on the console, pointing to the key inserted on the command table. "Do you think everyone can wear that key?" He leaned closer to the tip of Giorno's nose, "No!" Giorno read disappointment from his eyes, "Only standing at the pinnacle of power in this family Only the right person deserves it." Dio tightened his neckline, "Everyone will do whatever they can." Giorno exhaled as if he was suffocating, Dio relaxed his fingers, letting Giorno's toes touch the ground, "You forgot How did we get here, Giorno." He held his son by the back of his neck, he hated tears and weakness, "We, them, anyone. No one is innocent." Giorno shook his head with his neck stuck, He put his hand on Dior's palm, "Some people, I can't use them as a bargaining chip."

"Like Bucciarati."

"Like you."

"Do you want to be a policeman? Or do you want to be a member of parliament? - Gangsters have rules of gangsters." Dio's dark red eyes were burning, he put the cross necklace on Giorno's neck, pressed the back of Giorno's head against it boy's forehead. "If you want to be a godfather."

"You can only go forward, just like me."