We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"Don't demolish the house yet. Do you have the money to pay for it?"

"Bessie, you really look down on me! I..." Krieg took out a bag of cash and waved it in front of him, and Gaschu's voice became lower.

Seeing that Maomao had calmed down, Krieger continued to ask, "Why did we capture the boss's daughter?"

"Of course, we're going to find the boss, kill him, and take his place as the boss. It's all for money. Money, you know?!"

"What would have happened to the boss's daughter if we hadn't beaten those two?"

"Of course he was sent to his father and disappeared forever," Jiaqiu realized something and his voice became hesitant.

"Yes," Krieger looked directly at Bessie, "the boss never revealed his identity, and Bucciarati only left after delivering it to Trish."

"So, no matter what, as long as we keep an eye on Trish, they'll definitely run into the boss, right? So why do we have to fight them? Can't [White Album] breathe underwater? Why not just follow them and wait for everyone's support?"

"", there is such an operation? !

Krieg rubbed his forehead. He had a feeling that aside from their impeccable combat acumen, the Stand users here were lacking in other areas. He'd had this feeling since the train. Although Prosciutto knew Mista's identity, Mista clearly didn't know either Bessie or Prosciutto. Krieg couldn't believe Bucciarati wouldn't tell his companions about something so important. There was only one possibility: Bucciarati didn't even have any photos of the assassination team.

If it weren't for maintaining Bessie's character, he should have held Prosciutto back. The Stand is a very hidden power. As long as you don't release it or activate the ability, and wear clothes properly, no one will know whether you are a normal person or a Stand user. Every time the protagonist is tricked, it is because of insufficient intelligence. There is no need for the assassination team to fight head-on.

Putting aside all the other things, all Meloni needed to do was maintain his furniture form, find a chance to make a few phone calls to have the assassination team follow him, and then, once Bucciarati and his crew had met the boss, rally everyone to attack him. Even if Bucciarati and his crew were involved, what would the impact be? The premise for all this was simply that the Beach Boys could just pick on a random member of the main cast. It would be easy enough. Even if the Little Feet attacked Narancia, took the blood, ran off, and called everyone else, wouldn't that be enough?

Krieg knew that his God's perspective was too wide, but he couldn't help but think so. Apart from anything else, just the four of "Martyrdom", "Beach Boys", "White Album" and "Metallic" standing together, it was simply a case of whoever came would die.

Be decisive and it will be in vain.

The assassination team possesses both courage and strength. They expect no mercy and are determined not to lose to the protagonist. However, when they start attacking one by one, fearing their companions might miss an opportunity, they embark on a path of doom. Even in the single situation where two of them attack together, [Heroic Martyrdom] and [Beach Boys] are the least compatible pairing. Even if Bessie and Big Brother had the deepest bond, this wouldn't work. If any powerful Stand had been protecting Bessie at close range, the [Beach Boys] would have been slaughtered.

"Let's take a break first," Krieger said, feeling tired.

"Narancia, is there something on my face?" Giorno was very surprised. Narancia had been stealing glances at him and Mista since a while ago.

"Ah, hahaha, no," Narancia scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "How could that be?"

Giorno tilted his head adorably, but in Narancia's heart, this was the most terrifying action he had ever seen. Was this a sign that he was attracted to me?! This was terrifying, this was terrifying. Should I tell Fugo?

ps: I have something to do during the day, so the next one will be moved to the next few days. I’m sorry everyone, I can’t write during the day, and I feel helpless when I just want to sleep on the night of the holiday.

But I feel even more guilty about still being able to vote for you guys. I love you guys.

Chapter 24 The True Power of White Album

What, did Narancia misunderstand?

Krieg thought darkly, could this be Gachu's stand-in, the true power of White Album, a stomach medicine between three men?!

"They are leaving," Jiaqiu didn't know what Krieg was thinking, otherwise the house would be smashed again.

Bessie smashed the dashboard with her bare hands, and Jiaqiu stomped the sports car to pieces with her feet. The strength was clearly that of a C-level gold experience, but she still smashed the car to pieces. It turned out that Stand users were not normal humans.

Krieg came to his senses and ordered Gacho, "Follow them! This is Venice, with more waterways than land. We won't be spotted by water." He wasn't worried about losing Gacho; after all, he was a Stand user who could outrun cars while skating. Gacho's [White Album] could melt ice to extract oxygen, and the carbon dioxide it expelled could be frozen into dry ice. He could even walk underwater, leaving Aerosmith completely unaware of him.

"Okay," Gacho lowered the telescope. Bucciarati and his companions were discussing something on the boat, leaving him plenty of time to cling to the bottom. For some reason, the man before him had a convincing aura, and his method was indeed feasible. Gacho didn't object and simply climbed out the window. He hesitated before letting go, then asked in a questioning tone, "Are we really not going to wait for Prosciutto?"

"Do you have a way to contact Big Brother? We are enough. Make sure they stop the ship and make some noise. I will try my best not to be left behind by you." Krieg waved his hand. His wisdom (imagination) was growing. He developed a new use for [Beach Boy]. The force is mutual. In addition to pulling the enemy in front of him, he can stick to the building and move quickly between two buildings by relying on elasticity and swinging.

How could the Italian natives of 2000 compare to Krieg's imagination? Bessie's strong arm strength was enough to support his ideas. If he wore a mask, he could pretend to be Spider-Man. I wonder if the strongest mouse in the universe would think this way of moving was an infringement.

Jiaqiu looked at Krieg deeply. He felt that the person in front of him was very unfamiliar. He didn't know what the mascot-like character of the past had experienced to become so decisive. Their battle must have been very difficult.

"Bessie, I'll buy you coffee after I replace the boss."

Is it really a good idea to set a flag before a battle?

Krieg watched in silence as Gacho dived into the water. Before he landed, the White Album enveloped him. The water in Venice was always dark in color, no matter what month it was. Gacho disappeared as soon as he entered the water, and there was no sign of anything moving in the river.

It's a pity that I can only move in the air. Krieg thought about it and wondered if he could develop some cool moves with the not-so-short fishing line, such as an emerald splash with a radius of 20 meters, or a steel wire that can cut buildings infinitely. Well, the common point between these two things is that they have both dealt with vampires, and they are both the most famous vampires in their respective worlds.

It seems not possible. The fishing line mainly consumes the target's physical strength. It has elasticity and toughness, but it has almost no sharpness. Considering that the boss is unlikely to hit the fishing line while racing, Krieg regretfully gave up these ideas.

Maybe I can find an opportunity to strangle him?

Perhaps the growth of mental power can change the nature of the stand, but it is not possible now.

Bucciarati and his companions were still chatting, and Krieg, unhurried, took the opportunity to take one last look at his belongings. First, a sharp knife, taken from the kitchen; a magic scroll, which sounded impressive, but whose actual effects were unknown; a handful of pepper—no, a handful of righteous pepper; a dozen floppy disks, some candy, and finally, a human soul of unknown significance.

Krieg also thought about finding heavy weapons. After all, the boss is also a human being. Dodging bullets and being able to take bullets are two different concepts. Unfortunately, he couldn't find any in a short time. Ordinary pistols have no effect on the boss. What is important about the [Crimson King] is not the ability to leap through time, but the ability of the [Inscription] to predict the future.

Although there are many ways to crack, none of them can withstand a one-on-one fight. Krieg knows that his weakness is close combat, and the Crimson King's punches and hand chops can easily penetrate the human body with flesh and bones. According to the general plot, the boss's attack method is to leap to the blind spot of the opponent's vision and then punch through the heart. It is indeed difficult to defend against, but for Krieg who knows this information, he doesn't even need the blood dripping method. As long as he sees that there is no one in front of him, he will turn his head and attack from behind. Of course, whether he can win is another matter.

[Main objective: One-on-one, kill the boss head-on]

It was still difficult, Krieg rubbed his face. He felt refreshed after a sleepless night. The next battle was crucial to his ability to return to normal life. If he didn't fail, he'd be killed by the boss. He really wanted to try. While life was dangerous, the charm of danger truly captivated Krieg.

Is this a flag or an anti-flag?

On the other side, facing Giorno's inquiring gaze, Narancia finally came up with a way to ease the embarrassment, "Ah, Giorno, when did you change your head into four circles?"

"What, there are four circles?" Giorno fiddled with his hair. No wonder his gaze looked a little strange, but when did this happen?

Giorno straightened his hair in confusion, but unfortunately the three styling circles bounced back. His attempts had no effect at all and only made his hair messy.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's even uglier. Can't you see it?" Mista was full of energy again after his injury was healed. He walked forward to help Giorno restore his hairstyle.

These two people are indeed related! Xiao Feijian was even more convinced. This was too scary. Didn’t anyone else notice?

He concealed his shocked expression well and decided to help hide this matter from others. I will protect you, Narancia thought of this and gave the two of them a thumbs up.

"Okay, now that we have the boss's message, let's head to the place he points out." Bucciarati put away the disc and saw Trish sitting in the corner of the hold with his knees hugged, looking terrified.

"Don't worry, Trish, the boss will definitely protect you."

Trish raised her head. Life these past few days had been too chaotic and exciting for her. The father who abandoned her and her mother was a gangster. What would he do to her?

Trish couldn't get an answer. Compared to his biological father, the annoying Bucciarati in front of him was not as familiar to him.

That’s right, that nasty Bucciarati!

The eldest lady turned around and found that the silly Narancia was indeed the most approachable.

This must be the reason why Gachu is at the bottom of the boat.

ps: Please give me some monthly tickets and rewards.

I updated this chapter on 12:42. This is the schedule of a corporate slave. I also want to update more, especially now that everyone is praising me, I am a little inflated. I just got back to the office for a day, but I am already looking forward to Friday, hahh.

Chapter 25 Please listen to the question. How many traitors are there in this chapter?

"How long will it take to reach our destination?" Bucciarati asked as he spun the disc in his hand. He and Trish were the only ones in the turtle room, while everyone else was on the boat preparing for an attack.

"We are almost at the Rialto Bridge, another five minutes, and there is nothing unusual now," Fugo glanced at his watch. The morning in Venice was very beautiful, but considering the escaped pursuers, Bucciarati and his party did not dare to take it lightly.

Bucciarati nodded, "Very good, keep going."

"Bucciarati, what are the instructions from the boss?"

"Since you asked, let's confirm the contents of the instructions now." Bucciarati pushed the disc into the computer. After the unique logo flashed, the boss's message appeared on the computer screen.

Is everyone okay?

My sincere thanks to everyone for protecting my daughter, Trish.

When you boarded the train from Naples, I had already input the information here, so at this stage I have no idea how many pursuers are left or how many people are left in your group.

The information on this disc is not only to allow me to meet my daughter safely, but also serves as my final instruction to you. Furthermore, I will not allow you to take any action that is even slightly inconsistent with the contents of this instruction. If anyone takes an action inconsistent with this instruction, even if it is an emergency, I will regard it as a dangerous signal with malicious intent.

I will now recite my instructions. First, you must travel to the island of San Giorgio Maggiore and bring my daughter to the church's bell tower. Your mission will be complete upon reaching her. There are no stairs in the bell tower, only an elevator that takes you directly to the top floor. Only Trish and one guard can board the elevator.

Second, the commander is prohibited from carrying any items such as knives, guns, and mobile phones.

Third, after holding this disc, you must wait within 15 minutes. In addition, this disc is equipped with a transmitter, so I can grasp the direction of your movement.

Fourth, the remaining members will remain on board and are not allowed to go ashore.

"The boss is on the top of that tower now," the little plane looked at the roof of the building. Only when the ship got closer did it realize how huge the building was. The morning sun bounced and danced on the magnificent shell, smoothing the plaster and marble, and finally splashed out from the reserved decorative holes, and shattered into gold powder on the ground.

"Your instructions are quite detailed and you are really cautious. But if you don't have this caution, you won't be able to be the boss of the organization," Fuge pressed on Narancia's head.

"But our mission has ended here, and the whole team is safe. Isn't that good?"

Mista curled his lips, "I just barely managed to save my life."

"Let's spend a few more days in Venice after we complete the mission. I heard the food here is delicious," Fugo said to Mista with a smile. Narancia responded immediately.

"Is the food here delicious? I just remembered that I'm starving. What's good to eat here?"

"You guys are not allowed to let your guard down. The mission isn't over yet. Naranja is keeping an eye on the surroundings with the radar," Bucciarati interrupted his companions' laughter. "Pay attention, the enemies are still alive, especially the one with the fishhook. Even if I haven't come out of the church yet, attack him immediately if he appears!"

Compared to the original plot, "Bessie", Prosciutto and Gacho are all alive and well, Bucciarati is more nervous than ever, the island ensures that they cannot attack silently, but also traps them on the island. If Giorno's description is not exaggerated, the ice-using Stand user is simply their nemesis.

"Bucciarati, I volunteer to be Trish's guard. Let me take her to the bell tower." Giorno's heart was also calm. Unlike others, he came here to defeat the boss in the first place. Now the boss is in front of him, he must seize this opportunity.

Giorno hinted at Bucciarati, but before Bucciarati could reply, Fugo and Abbacchio objected. "What are you saying all of a sudden? Of course Bucciarati should be the guard." "You can't do it. The boss didn't specify anyone because he didn't know who the current survivors were. Of course, the cadres should be leading Trish, right?"

Trish crossed her arms and watched the group of people arguing coldly. She realized that in the hearts of these people, she was now just the "boss's daughter."

"I'll take her inside to see the boss," Bucciarati concluded. He nodded slightly at Giorno, letting Giorno's outstretched hand drop. I knew this was my only chance to learn the boss's true identity, and I would seize it.

"By the way, Giorno, in order to ensure the smooth completion of the mission, can you give me a ladybug? Ladybug is a symbol of life, right?" Bucciarati pointed at Giorno's chest.

"It's true that ladybugs can bring luck." Giorno immediately understood what Bucciarati meant, and secretly used the Golden Experience to give life to the ladybug badge, turning it into a detector. Bucciarati took the badge, and the blue ladybug's appearance trembled.

Bucciarati nodded, pinned the Ladybug badge on his clothes, and gestured for Trish to follow.

Fugo grabbed Bucciarati and said, "Bucciarati, I want to take this opportunity to tell you something. I believe you will definitely become a cadre. From now on, we must continue to climb to the top of the organization."

"Of course," Bucciarati smiled and walked into the door with Trish, but in his mind he was thinking about how to put Ladybug on the boss.

Then it was time to cut off the hand. Krieg held a candy bar in his mouth and watched the whole process through a telescope.

There were two plans. One was to attack directly in the church. In this confined space, Diablo's movements could be better predicted. Meanwhile, Beach Boy could weave a net between the pillars to detect him. The fishing line was indestructible, and even the boss's strength would be useless. This also maximized the effectiveness of the magic scroll. The downside was that there was no guarantee that Jachu wouldn't intervene, and the boss was still in full health. In a face-to-face duel, as long as he wasn't killed instantly, it would be difficult for him to resist once he recovered.

Another plan involves dealing with the boss's secondary personality, Tobio. Kill Tobio on Diablo's home island before the boss's personality appears, and the boss will naturally die. This strategy is best implemented after the battle at Metalworks, when Diablo is at his weakest. The success rate is extremely high at this point, but the downside is that if the boss escapes, you'll have to rely on chances in the Colosseum next time, which isn't very fun.

It’s not interesting enough. Krieg pinched his index finger. The wound on his face began to itch as his muscles tensed. He began to get excited.

Chapter 26: Those who want a peaceful life have a grudge against their hands

No, no, stay calm.

Krieg forced himself to suppress his emotions. It would be too precarious to act now. He still had two or even three chances. There was no need to try any desperate tricks here.

If Bucciarati remains in the bell tower for a while longer, Giorno and the others will notice something unusual and leave the ship. This will render Aerosmith's surveillance ineffective, allowing me to land with Gacho. Since everyone opposing the boss is still here, the boss can use his abilities to escape, leaving behind only a few spare parts.

The mission didn't specify what kind of boss it was. Although grabbing the head at the end of the battle did not meet the "one-on-one" requirement, if someone injured the boss and the boss escaped and was caught up by me, it would also be a head-on confrontation. Krieg thought innocently that this was not his fault. Reaping the remaining blood was the essence of the game. However, to do this, he could not directly intervene in the battle between other people and the boss.

This was Diablo's first appearance. With insufficient intelligence, Bucciarati's team lacked any Stand abilities to counter the Crimson King. The Assassination Team possessed numerous abilities to counter the boss, but unfortunately, they never encountered him. Speaking of this encounter alone, if the boss hadn't worried about the long cooldown of his abilities and the possibility that someone escaping the pursuit would leak his information, Bucciarati and his crew would have been wiped out on this island.

Technically, Fugo's [Purple Smoke] is very effective against Diablo, but the battle takes place inside the church, where the sun is dark, and the indiscriminate killing virus will kill everyone. In the original game, when Fugo left, Krieg had a question: if Diablo was about to kill his companions in front of Fugo, would Fugo attack his boss?

Now is the time to verify his curiosity. Krieg slightly unscrewed the cap of the water bottle in his hand, allowing the water to drip steadily. As long as the [Crimson King] cuts off time, the water flow area on the table will increase abnormally, and that will be the time for him to set off.

Bucciarati and Trish had already entered the church. It would only take a few minutes at most for Krieger to stand up and stretch his body. He was still very confident in his ability to create chaos.

Trish walked very slowly, with her head down, moving more like she was moving bit by bit, and her eyes half closed. She knew the reason for the existence of this team from the beginning, it was just to protect her to see her father, the scum who abandoned her mother and herself, but when it came to the last step, she didn't know what to do.

The two men's footsteps echoed in the empty church. Trish had read in a magazine that the Church of San Giorgio Maggiore, long a famous tourist attraction in Venice, was deserted today. Perhaps it was because his father, a gangster boss, had cleared the place out. He pretended not to care, but he had actually looked up his father's whereabouts. Even though no one else knew, Trish felt a surge of irritation and resentment, even towards Bucciarati, one of his father's subordinates.

But when she thought of the dangers on the road, Trish's heart softened again. The words that Narancia said when she was taking care of him on the train involuntarily emerged in her mind, and she didn't know what to do.

The interior of the church was very large, and Trish followed Bucciarati through the hall and into the side door, not saying a word until she reached the stairs.

Bucciarati stopped in front of the elevator. Trish didn't know why she was panicking. She raised her eyes pleadingly, but lowered her head even deeper.

The elevator door was open. There were only two buttons, one for the first floor and the other for the top floor. Bucciarati confirmed that the environment was correct and was about to call Trish up. "Trish, come here."

Trish stayed quiet, and Bucciarati noticed something was wrong; her body was trembling slightly.

"What's wrong, Trish?" Bucciarati bent down, trying to see Trish's expression.

"What will happen to me next?" Trish stood there, her voice trembling. "I was suddenly kidnapped by gangs like you, and someone wants to kill me. I'm also being taken to see a father I've never met and who has no affection for me. Where will I be taken next?"

Bucciarati wanted to complete his mission, but he remembered that he was supposed to be dealing with Trish's father, and how she had cared for Narancia along the way. On the train, he had rejected the enemy named Bessie because of his mission. He couldn't take care of the enemy, but at least he could take care of this helpless girl. So Bucciarati decided not to be so cold-hearted, and chose to comfort Trish, "Don't worry, Trish, the boss is just worried about your safety. As for what's next, you might change your name, get plastic surgery, and live somewhere we don't know. Your father is the one who has this kind of power."

"What if I don't like him?"

"", Bucciarati didn't know how to answer. He was a gentle man, and it was precisely because of this gentleness that he couldn't deceive a little girl. "You will like the boss. Come on, give me your hand."

Bucciarati held out his hand, and Trish felt a fleeting urge to lean on him, but she bit her lip and slapped Bucciarati's hand away, saying, "I'm not anxious because I'm uneasy." But after slapping his hand away, Trish didn't move, still waiting for something.

So Bucciarati continued to hold out his hand and kept this posture until Trish snorted slightly from his nose, turned his back and shook his hand, "Let's go."

"We're in the elevator," Bucciarati led Trish, who was reluctant to look up, into the elevator and pressed the switch.

"Bucciarati, will I really like my father?"

"No father and daughter in the world would worry about that."