[Miscellaneous] On the way home

Chenghua/Jodi/Zhanlu in this chapter

Bgm-gladyoucome

No matter what punishment I will bear

i am the master of my destiny

I am the commander of my soul

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Even when it was almost dusk, many tourists stayed on the plank road near the coast. The sun poured on the sea and was crushed into extremely soft and magnificent colors. The gorgeous light plated a layer of gold on the man with his head bowed. Fiddling with the communicator by the window, he had shared his location with all the family members who were rushing to Naples.Kakyoin pressed the lighter in his hand one after another, warm orange sparks flickered in the afterglow, he bent down, leaned his elbows on the table covered with linen placemats, and slowly lit the fire in his hand to protect Jotaro's bite. The cigarette between the lips.

Thin white mist spewed out from between the young man's lips, "I thought you wanted me to quit." Kakyoin squeezed one out of his cigarette case, and shared the scarlet temperature with Jotaro, his coral color Her hair melted into a patch of oil paint, her fingers were slender, and her neck was bent at an angle like a scimitar about to be unsheathed, "You are right, but I am addicted to smoking."

Jotaro pressed his lips together lightly on the filter.

The trip from Venafro to Naples was so smooth that the noisy kid named Mista shut his mouth—but after arriving in the main city, everyone found that within a few days , all traces of the Joestar family disappeared without a trace in this waterside city.All nests, casinos, hotels have been silently cleared from the city.

The Diablo family has completely taken over the city.

Perhaps the news of their arrival in Naples would reach Diablo as soon as Jotaro stepped into the city.In order to avoid the risk of exposure, while contacting support, all people formed groups and stayed in hotels with high personnel mobility.The Joestar family used to be in full control of politics, economy and art here, but now his successors have to hide quietly.

Jotaro lit a cigarette at Kakyoin.

Omega's face looked unreal in the white mist - Jotaro reached out and smoked the cigarette from Kakyoin's mouth, the light tooth marks of the other party were still on the filter, he pressed Kakyoin's lower lip with his thumb , shoving his own into Kakyoin’s mouth as if coaxing him, “I’ve already quit.” Kakyoin held his wrist and shook it slightly, “You’ve looked at the cigarette case too many times, Jotaro. Kakyoin put his fingertips on Jotaro's pulse, and his voice was soft, "What's bothering you?"

The tide rises and falls.This voice used to accompany him by his pillow in his youth, but today it sounds like the prelude to the turbulent undercurrent before the storm.There are children on the plank road hitting the sea with gravel, and the gravel is instantly swallowed by the waves-if you want to hit your prey in the waves, then you have to predict the opponent's next move.

"I was thinking about what Diablo would do," Jotaro replied, "Simply put."

"We're very unsafe right now."

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The lighting in the room was extremely dim.Jotaro lay on his side under the soft quilt, only the black hair on the top of his head was exposed, his hat was placed sideways on the head of the bed, and he breathed evenly and calmly - the window slowly opened a gap, and one hand tightly Buckled on the window frame, Endor climbed onto the stone platform lightly, and the sight pierced the scarlet light spot in the night.Ndor gripped the handle of the gun calmly, pointed it at the back of Jotaro's head, "Farewell."

He pulled the trigger, and the bullet burst from the suppressed barrel.

But the imagined screams did not come.

The instantly brightened light stung Ndor's eyes—there were four people in the room "only Jotaro Kujo" in the news—Kakyoin's gun was pointed at the attacker's forehead in an instant Kishibe Rohan was guarding the light switch by the door with a gun raised, and Higashika Jousuke was sitting under the stone platform by the window, and he stretched out his hand to grab Ndor's ankle.Ndor's target sat quietly on a chair in the center of the room, curly black hair hanging down his forehead.

His assassination failed.

Kakyoin lowered his arms, blood bloomed between Ndor's brows, his body was shot and fell back heavily, and then fell from the window on the third floor, falling to the ground with a dull sound.

"Report the situation."

Jotaro stood up, he drew two guns and threw one of them at Kakyoin.Luhan yanked the door open—there was no sound in the dark corridor, and the next second, dense bullets pierced through the half-open door, and the firepower almost penetrated the entire room horizontally. "Get down!" Jotaro held down Rohan's head, and both of them lay on the floor, and the skewed tabletop fell to the ground with a thud.

"The number of people on the third floor is unknown."

"The opponent had eight people on the second floor, 3 people in Group A were killed, and 1 person in Group B was seriously injured."

Jotaro fixed the earbuds, "Group A breaks through directly, and Group B waits for the response."

"Jousuke and Rohan go to support."

After the brief fire attack stopped, Luhan slid out of the door sideways and projected a burning stick to clearly illuminate the situation in the corridor. The doors on the corridor opened one by one—the assailants in bulletproof vests flocked to the corridor .Jotaro raised his gun to finish off the man facing him, and kicked the fallen wooden table towards Rohan.Kishibe Rohan moved carefully behind the cover.The precise fire support provided by Kakyoin allowed him to move to the stairs.

On the second floor, there seemed to be an attacker moving towards the third floor. Lu Ban pushed the heavy wooden furniture to the left, and then rolled to the right to avoid the bullets that were fired in a straight line.The moment he moved from the shadows to the darkness around the corner, he headshot the enemy who almost touched his arm.Using the other party's corpse as a barrier, Luhan dashed out from the corner of the corridor. He jumped onto the carved wooden stair railing, sat leaning on the railing and swiped down quickly—his finger pulled the trigger continuously, and the bullet casings rained down. drop.

Dongfang Jousuke tore down the curtains, "Leave the second floor to us." He tied the window frame with the curtains, and jumped lightly. He relied on the gravity of the swing to repeatedly shoot the room on the second floor—the broken one. Glass splattered, mixed with blood donations gushing from the enemy.Stepping into the guest room on the second floor, he rolled and landed amidst the blood and flesh all over the floor.

"Touch my shoes with dirty hands." Jousuke shot the enemy in the head who was hugging his feet, "It's really not great!"

Intensive gunshots sounded in the corridor on the third floor, and Kakyoin seldom held two guns—but the number of enemies swarming into the battlefield like locusts made him a little annoyed.Jotaro left most of his bullets with Kakyoin, himself surrounded by another group at the end of the corridor.The fallen bullet casings formed a small pile at the foot of Kakyo-in. The usually gentle young man showed a chilling and impatient expression. His shooting posture was crisp and neat, and the movement of raising his hand was as beautiful as a solo dance in the firelight.The protruding carpal bones on the slender wrist shook slightly, and another fresh corpse fell at his feet.

"Stay out of the way."

Jotaro drops the pistol - there are two guys left.Fair enough, the opponent also used up all the bullets.A large number of nameless corpses piled up under their feet. Terrence Darby and Daniel Darby walked carefully back and forth around Jotaro. The extremely valuable guy in front of them was definitely enough for them to make a fortune from Diablo. , they at least have an advantage in numbers——Terrence straddled his legs and threw a left fist towards the opponent's cheek. Daniel perfectly cooperated to block Jotaro's retreat, and he kicked towards the youth's side Feet——The black-haired young man strangled Terrence's wrist abruptly on the trajectory of his fist, and he quickly bent back to avoid Daniel's attack as if he had eyes behind his back.A windy kick swept Terrence's shin, and he smashed from Jotaro's side to his brother.Daniel managed to avoid his body, fell backwards, put his hand on the ground and kicked Jotaro's chin again, Jotaro tilted his head to the right, and hit his ankle with the back of his hand to leave, The man who lost his balance fell down.The young man's leather shoes crushed his abdomen, and then kicked him mercilessly, knocking him unconscious.

But they are constantly surrounded by new enemies.

Kakyoin and Jotaro stood back to back in the center of the corridor, Kakyoin let out a burning breath.The partial collapse caused by a small explosion during the fight caused the entire third floor to be covered in smoke—Kakyoin coughed, he suddenly put down his gun, slapped his nose with his hand, and an overly recognizable figure appeared in sight.

"you are too slow."

Both he and Jotaro smiled.

"Polnareff."

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Kakyoin was treating Rohan's scratches, and Jousuke was watching eagerly.Polnareff counted all the remaining attackers, tied them up one by one and threw them in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.They tried to dig out some valuable information from these people, but the group of killers sent did not spit out any useful clues. Polnareff pulled out the teeth of one of them with a wrench. He wiped his hands uncomfortably amidst the screams of pain, he didn't like this kind of work very much, "Oh, your mouth is so hard."

"Really?" Jotaro raised his eyes from Mista's phone, and he threw the phone back on the table with a thud.Jotaro's eyes flicked across the lowered faces of the captives, one after another, one of them tried his best to avoid his gaze, and even curled up his body backward.Polnareff comprehended the opponent's rope and dragged him out——Jotaro walked in front of him, and Boingo could only see the shiny leather shoes of the opponent who had cleaned the blood.

"The Diablo family."

"Tell me what you know, one by one."

Boingo clenched his lips, his teeth trembling as he bit his tongue but couldn't force it.Jotaro raised his hand and pierced the head of the man on Poingo's right. The blood splattered on Poingo's face. He smelled a damp stench, "Every five minutes, say one." A bullet casing fell At Jotaro's feet.

"If you don't open your mouth."

"Everyone will die."

Boingo acted bravely and did not speak. When 5 minutes were up, Jotaro fired a second shot as he said.Boingo trembled and stood there in a daze. His shoulders trembled, and he clearly felt that the urine had soaked through his pants. "Ah..." He opened and closed his mouth, uttering a few unconnected syllables.Jotaro fired a third shot.He pointed at the remaining man with his gun, and told the other party with his chin raised, "Your chances are not very many."

Boingo's trousers were soaked through.He opened his mouth wide, trying to inhale.

The fourth shot was fired.

"I, I, I only came here not long ago." He swallowed nervously, "I, I only came here not long ago."

"The Diablo family, has... changed, changed a new speaker—yes, it's a new young gangster." His teeth chattered, and he explained intermittently, "He announced, this—this matter On the day of the day, all ... those who opposed him were cleared away."

"The new speaker?" Jotaro raised one eyebrow, "Who is it?" Boingo shook his head hesitantly. "No, I don't know the name." Jotaro's muzzle drew a circle on Boingo's face, "I'll give you another chance."

"I've seen it, I've seen it. Once." Boingo replied. "It's a blond-haired Italian." He recalled desperately, pondering from the fragments of memory, "My Omega companion said—he, his smell is very memorable, like..."

"Like the sea."

"I, I, I, I really don't know too much... I used to be from another family..."

"it is good."

Jotaro cut him off, and he turned to his chair.Polnareff turned his questioning eyes to Kakyoin, "What should I do?" Kakyoin stuffed disinfectant alcohol into Jousuke's hand, and he took Jousuke's gun and shot through Boingo's head.Mista sat in a corner of the hall watching them execute the captives, his teeth clenched in shock at Poingo's words.Jotaro threw his phone with the screen scratched back in front of him, with his elbows on his knees, "Do you hear me clearly?" He put his foot on the text message, "It's not that Giorno is yours friend?"

"It looks like——your friend used our news to change a good position."

Bugarati's zipper was attached to Mista's palm, and Poingo's words made Mista shiver.The boy lowered his head as if lost in hopeless contemplation, he struggled to shake his head, his eyes stayed on the mobile phone thrown by Jotaro at his feet - he couldn't help but believe in Giorno, he reminded Mista leave quickly.The boy's voice was hoarse, "I still believe in Giorno."

"I'm going to find him and talk to him face to face."

"It's not just you."

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When stripping away the harsh, hurtful words and awkward silences, Jonathan admits he still can't stop noticing Dio.When he was a teenager, he saw Dio Brando at a glance on a rainy night in Naples. The hair of the other party hidden under the ragged clothes was as bright as gold, and the long and curly eyelashes could not withstand the pouring rain.Jonathan couldn't bear it and ran out from under the handle of the big, heavy black umbrella. He hurriedly took off his suit jacket and put it on Dio's head—and then all the entanglements began from this moment.

Dior used to accompany Jonathan around, holding his family, friendship and love. "Stupid JOJO" Dio always said so mockingly, but with a little intimacy that is different from others.He sent Jonathan to the chair of Godfather with his own hands - when his father put the key symbolizing glory and power on Jonathan's neck, Dio stood beside him, holding his hand tightly in the palm of your hand.

Jonathan lifted his head with difficulty.

There was no emotion Jonathan was familiar with in those eyes anymore, like two mournful fireworks trapped in the ice - Dio stood at the door with arms crossed, "What's so interesting?" The syringe was thrown on the floor between him and Jonathan. "I'm not interested in your stupid conversation."

"If it wasn't for you, it would still be useful. I would have killed you when Giorno first came."

"If you want to live, go pick it up."

When Dio turned around, the hideous fresh surgical wound was exposed to the air again, and he finished the sentence dully, "When I get what should belong to me, I will always kill you Yes." Don't get me wrong, he opened the door and walked out.

Jonathan struggled to prop up his body, death wasn't terrible - but he couldn't fall down here.He struggled to fall off the bed, slamming his elbows on the floor.Jonathan dragged his body slowly and swayed towards the tube of injection knee. The persistent fever had to be anti-inflammatory. He reached for the cold thing with his fingertips and held it tightly in his hand. He curled up and injected the medicine into the vein and let out a low cry of pain.

He still has people to save.

His blood relatives, his son, his old lover.

Jonathan must not fall here.