Lord JOJO Prynne is also living happily today

That shouldn't be nothing at all.

Fran still remembers the way he walked... On this journey, the doors of the carriages were wide open, ordinary people who were rapidly aging, men, women, children... This train was filled with the breath of death.

But... to kill him?

Kill Proxiet to release his double [Heroic Success]?

But Fran also knew that Prosciutt was just following orders, in order to rebel against the boss and find the boss's daughter... He was not the crime-filled garbage that Fran had solved before—Bryan had helped him get rid of the crimes of the damned. It was only given to Fran after being listed, and he committed suicide with a clear conscience.

Of course... If the assassination team really seized the channel for powder trading, Fran would indeed kill them.

But not now, so Fran left Hormaggio and Illuso alive, only to let them sleep in the stars.

"Brother really..." Bessie murmured into Fran's ears.

Fran used illusion to sneak out of the turtle... But, he changed his mind and "solved" it before everyone else.

Fran spread his hands, and two daggers appeared on it.

"Xingxing, go and put the anesthetic into the ice cubes that Bessie is going to eat." Fran whispered.

"Okay, Fran!" A star ran off happily.

The first thing the job of assassination requires is patience.Especially for a minor like Fran who lacks strength, hitting with one hit is the correct operation.

Although it is said that Fran's appearance is not concealed, even very conspicuous, but with illusion in hand, Fran is really worthy.

"?!!"

Fran didn't move, he was confident in his illusion.

Proxiet, who looked like an old man, looked over, with suspicion and vigilance on his face.

But after scanning around, Proxiet found nothing, so he continued to hold back, waiting for the best opportunity.

Is this the intuition brought about by combat experience?Fran pursed his lips, feeling a little unwilling. He was still young and didn't have any intuition to rely on—in the final analysis, he didn't have enough combat experience.

Fran waited, silent all the while.

Mista fell to the ground after being aged, and Fran carefully covered him with an illusion, and then watched Prosciutto plate Bessie, just like a carrot.

"Bessie, Bessie, Bessie..."

Wow, so magical.

Fran thought while recording.

Then Proshut picked up Mista's revolver pistol, loaded it, and aimed it at Mista's head.

It's now! !

Fran jumped up, the heel of his boots stepped on Bessie's shoulder, and the point of the dagger pointed directly at the back of Prosciutto's neck.

Proxiet, who has rich combat experience, didn't see Fran, but he still felt the danger at that moment.

Proxiet quickly fell back, dodging the dagger.

I can't see anything... Is this a substitute for the enemy?Prosciutto thought to himself.

Gritting his teeth, Fran bent his knee and kicked off with the other leg.

That kick was fast and hard, and the ankle bone hit Proshute's shoulder, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Bessie!"

cried Prosciutto.

"Beach Boy!" Bessie hastily sent out a substitute sensor.

Bessie's stand-in is in the shape of a fishing rod, and the hook and line can penetrate objects to directly hook or attack the target.You can put bait on the hook to set up a trap. The hook can sense the breath of nearby creatures, and attacking the fishing line will transfer the attack to the hook and release it.

Fran landed lightly, and the heels of his shoes hit the ground with a crisp sound.

But it didn't matter, because no one else heard the sound except Fran.

A really good illusionist has absolute confidence in his illusion skills, no matter whether he has a pineapple head or a mushroom head, he can pose coquettishly.

Intuition is the illusionist's worst enemy.

—like the hyperintuition of Vongola and Chirionello.

It's just a radish... No, it's Bessie, it's not difficult for Fran.

Bessie's stand-in ability is indeed very powerful, but his heart is not firm.If the heart is not firm, there will be gaps to exploit, and illusionists are like this, following the gaps in other people's hearts to confuse the other party.

Fran quickly knocked out Prosciutto, stuffed him inside the star, and did the same for Bessie.

Fran didn't think this would work. If this continued, he was afraid that he would gather an assassination team in the stars.

He doesn't collect stamps.

"Mr. Risut, how are you thinking?" Fran said while holding Prosciut's old-fashioned phone.

Under the pressure of the unknown life and death of his companions, Risut would agree.

【……I agreed. 】

[Which faction are you from? 】

"Let me keep this a secret for now. What is your bank card number? I will remit this month's salary to you."

It's not that Fran didn't say it, but that he always felt that if he said it, Kirioneiro would be a bit of a victim.

Risut was silent for a while, then reported a series of numbers, and then hung up the phone.

Fran put the money into the corresponding card and put away the phone.

Illusion lifted.

Mista was a little confused about his operation of waking up and turning into a living person. Anyway, the result was good, and the optimist Mista didn't care about that.

The sexy □□ chattered around Mista, talking to each other, but it didn't make people feel noisy.

Fran also breathed a sigh of relief, finally no one came to assassinate their team.

Even if you can beat it, it's annoying to me so many times in one day.

Still a 12-year-old kid thinking this way.

... Then when I went back, I was scolded by Apache and educated by Bugarati in a pleasant manner.

Ah...me misses the Marshmallow Monster.

Fran's mind was empty and he listened to Bugarati's earnest teaching.

At least when he was in Kirioneiro, the one who was scolded was always Bai Lan, who looked like a bad stomach.

"Fran, are you listening to me, Bugarati?"

"Of course... I was wrong, I must be serious and obedient, and seriously reflect on it."

Under Bugarati's dark smile, Fran gave in very readily, and his attitude of admitting his mistakes was exactly the same as Bai Lan's state in front of γ.

……

But in fact, in the eyes of some people, Bai Lan is not a person with a bad stomach—he is deceived by Bai Lan's appearance, or he has a strong filter for Bai Lan.

At least Risut is one of the latter.

When Risut met Bai Lan for the first time, he was still a soft dumpling, and the eyes inherited from his cousin's sister-in-law were wide open, pure and clear like violet gemstones.

The thin white hair felt soft and thin, and he looked up at Risut with an angelic clean smile.

This made the silver-haired boy with the rare black sclera and scarlet iris a little at a loss, then carefully, couldn't be more careful, reached out and touched the child's fleshy cheek.

And that smile was engraved in Risut's heart, never forgotten.

The cousin has been depressed since his eldest son was hit and killed by a car, but Bai Lan is very well-behaved every time Risut visits.

Neither crying nor fussing, sitting quietly in the corner alone, seeing Risut looking over, Bai Lan would raise her head and smile.

It has always been like this.

It was the same when Risut went to pick up Bai Lan after his cousin and sister-in-law passed away.

Don't cry, don't make trouble.

At this time, Risut has joined the enthusiasm and joined the assassination team, but he still wants to work hard to take care of Bailan and his family.

and so……

Risut agrees to Fran's solicitation.

And not just for the future of the assassination squad.

Still for...

"The money has already been credited to the card," the tall, silver-haired man glanced at the bank card balance, "9000 million dollars."