We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

Yes, what do I have to worry about? I actually worried about such a stupid thing. Trish felt the warmth in Bucciarati's palm and slowly relaxed.

Bucciarati is a very reliable man. Trish leaned against the side of the elevator, his mind tangled with thoughts, and watched the pointer move from the far left to the far right with lifeless eyes.

"We're here, we're on the roof," Bucciarati repeated involuntarily. The boss's mystery had always been ingrained in everyone's mind, and Bucciarati was a little nervous about this meeting. "Trixie?"

Bucciarati turned around and found Trish had disappeared. Only a severed hand was held in his hand, which still retained the girl's warmth.

On the other hand, Krieg, who was completely unaware that he had changed the plot again, noticed the activation of time disappearance. He jumped over the guardrail and jumped into the water, starting to move towards the church.

ps: I have unknowingly owed three updates, thanks to everyone who voted.

I finished writing early today, and will write some more after dinner. I will update tomorrow at noon.

Chapter 27: It’s so exciting to just pretend and run away

Bucciarati held the severed hand, speechless for a moment.

Blood flowed from the broken part, splattering all over the floor under the pull of gravity. This cruel sound brought Bucciarati back to consciousness. How could this happen? What was going on? Had the enemy attacked Trish?

Bucciarati looked around. There was a large hole in the upper corner of the elevator, as if it had been torn open with great force. It was the sign of an attack. What enemy had attacked us?

Bucciarati released his Stand to protect himself. He took a deep breath and forced himself to think. The only ones here besides Trish were himself, and the only ones who knew they were coming here were his teammates and... the boss.

None of the enemies we encountered along the way had the strength to tear through steel. Even if there were pursuers, Trish wouldn't be their first target. So was it the boss's doing? Could it be that he arranged for us to be escorted to conceal his identity, so he could personally dispose of his own daughter?!

Bucciarati's pupils dilated at this speculation. To protect his father and himself, he had joined the "Zero" organization at a young age. His dedication and loyalty to the organization guaranteed the safety of both father and son. He believed the organization was the embodiment of justice in the world. His father had been implicated in the drug trade, and died young from the aftereffects. Bucciarati hated the white powder from the bottom of his heart. He was furious when he learned that the man he believed in as a righteous man, the organization's boss, was involved in drugs.

Now, the boss actually killed his own daughter. He is so disgusting and evil that he only takes advantage of innocent people who are unaware of the situation. Damn it.

"I won't let you go! You've betrayed my faith once again!" [Steel Chain Fingers] launched rapid punches at all positions, instantly unlocking the elevator from all positions. Beneath his feet, a dark figure was holding Trish hostage and sliding downward. "Don't leave!" Bucciarati hurled his Ladybug badge downward, catching the boss squarely on his butt.

Boss, I originally just wanted to find out your true identity, but now I have changed my mind. I want to kill you! Right now!

My current boss doesn't think I will betray him, so the best solution is assassination.

At Bucciarati's touch, a zipper was attached to the elevator cable. Bucciarati pulled the top of the zipper and slid it downwards. He was furious and wanted to seek justice for Trish and himself!

Giorno, who had been staring at the computer screen, felt a little strange that Ladybug's position changed so drastically. He suspected something had happened.

Bucciarati, you will do it. Although Giorno trusted Bucciarati in his heart, he still felt anxious and walked up the stairs unconsciously.

"Giorno, I'm a little thirsty. Can you pass me that bottle of water?" Fugo, who had been paying attention to Giorno, noticed something was wrong and called out to him, "It's the bottle under your feet. Also, you'd better be careful. The boss has ordered the remaining members to stay on the boat and not go ashore."

Giorno nodded, and just as he reached out to pick up the water bottle, Narancia suddenly interrupted him with a loud "Ah!" "Mista, you actually ate all the chocolate!"

Naranja grabbed Mista’s chest and said, “Give me back the chocolate!”

"What's in your mouth?" Mista yelled back. "Huh?" Naranja reacted and chewed the contents. It tasted exactly like chocolate. An idiotic grin spread across his face. "Ah, you idiot! How dare you wrongly accuse me? When did you put chocolate in your mouth?"

Giorno watched the two men playing around, and his uneasiness grew even worse. "You two are too relaxed. By the way, Giorno, have I thanked you yet?" Fugo held the remaining half bottle of water and continued when he saw Giorno looking at him, "You helped me get the water. Have I not thanked you yet?"

what?

When did I get you water? Giorno looked at his hand, but found that the water was indeed gone. He didn't know when he sat on the boat, and there was a plum blossom-shaped stain on his pants.

It seemed like something strange had happened. Giorno looked at the source of the stain. Two kittens were sharing the fish in their mouths. It looked like traces left by a cat, but he couldn't remember when the cat had walked over there.

Why have we forgotten the time, and the badge is falling inexplicably? This is a stand attack!

Giorno stood up and walked towards the church.

"What are you doing, kid?" Abbacchio, who had always been at odds with Giorno, stood up and said, "Who told you to go there?"

"I..." Giorno didn't know how to explain the premonition in his heart, but he soon didn't need to explain it. A fish hook shot straight from the top of the church and went straight into the water.

"It's the enemy with the fishhook, be careful of the attack from the fishhook!", Mista was the first to react and pulled out his gun, but the fishhook didn't catch him, but pulled out a piece of ice from the water!

"Bessie, what are you doing again? I'm so mad at you. Why was I in the water?"

It was Bessie and Gacho! Just as they were about to attack, the fishing line had already dragged Gacho to the top of the church. Krieg glared at them with his shining white teeth. "Come on, little newbies, come find me if you can," Krieg said before he pulled Gacho and disappeared onto the roof.

"[Aerosmith], go find them," Narancia released his Stand to search for the enemy, but the church's internal structure was limited and carbon dioxide could not be detected at all. "Giorno!" The little plane subconsciously called out Giorno's name.

"I know, Bucciarati and Trisciu are still inside, let's go in quickly." At this time, Giorno had already run to the door of the church. The others had no time to react and could only follow Giorno and rush in.

The enemy appeared here, but the phenomenon just now did not seem to be their ability. Could it be that the boss and Bugara had a conflict?

No, I have to be faster. Giorno didn't care about his companions and walked in first.

"Bessie, explain to me what the hell you are doing!" Jiaqiu was running with Kerry pulling him by the collar. Although he kept talking, his body followed him honestly.

"Don't do anything for a while, just protect me." "Huh? Who do you think you are?" Krieg looked back at him. Jiaqiu was frightened by his eyes. There was something burning coldly in his pupils, making Jiaqiu speechless for a while.

"Listen, I have a perfect plan," Krieg continued running. He couldn't wait for Giorno to realize the abnormality for the second time. If he wanted to weaken the boss, Bucciarati couldn't fall in the first place, otherwise the boss's pursuit would be invincible.

Giorno and the others have already come in. Pink Octopus, have you ever experienced the feeling of being surrounded and beaten?

Chapter 28 Everyone Gathers

First, even out your breathing.

Krieg hid right above the Ossuary, breathing heavily. It was only a minute or two from the time when the Time Cut was activated to when Giorno noticed the abnormality. Even though the quality of this body was different from that of an ordinary person, and with the help of various leverages from the fishhook, Krieg still couldn't bear this speed of movement.

Just now, when he was talking to Giorno and the others, he almost couldn't hold back his cough. Fortunately, the precision of [White Album] was only E. Even if Jiachu tried to control it, the surrounding water would unconsciously freeze into ice. While Jiachu was observing the environment, Krieg secretly took a few pieces of ice from Jiachu and stuffed them into his mouth, thus maintaining an unfathomable image.

"What should we do next? Should we just wait here?" Jiaqiu knocked on the ceiling under his feet. The stone was very thick and there was almost no echo. The space below could basically be regarded as a secret room, and the cry for help could not be heard very far.

"My Beach Boy can detect the number of people below from this position, but his grasp of the battle situation is not precise enough. So unfortunately, we all have to go down soon, otherwise the boss may easily win, which will be troublesome."

"Boss? You mean the boss?" Jiaqiu raised his arms uncontrollably, clenching his fists. His face was twisted and red with excitement. "The boss who put the chain around our necks?"

Krieger understood Jacho's feelings. If his team was very capable, but because the boss was wary of them, they received the least money, and his colleagues who tried to collect their wages were sliced ​​and diced, his attitude might be even worse. "If there were no other boss in the organization, this would be it."

"I'm going to kill him, and I'm going to kill him right here!"

"Did you hear me? I'm going to kill him right here! Tear him apart! Grind him into mud!" Jiaqiu stomped his feet hard, stirring up dust. Amidst the flying dust, only a resentful voice could be heard, "Go kill him!"

"Okay," Krieger clapped his hands, held the ice in his palm, and said lightly, "The people below think so too. Maybe you can join forces with them."

If the [Crimson King] insists on resisting, the fishhook will not be able to penetrate. The prophecy of the [Inscription] is ten seconds, which is enough for the [Crimson King] to activate four or five times, and can only continuously consume Diablo's physical strength.

The consequence of wasting physical strength is that the battle time will be extended to more than ten minutes. If it turns into a chase, it may even take more than twenty minutes. In this time, the Red King will have succeeded or escaped.

So, here, at least it is difficult to weaken the boss to the point of taking action.

There seemed to be some sound above, Bucciarati raised his head, and something seemed to be moving above his head, rustling, maybe some small animal. There would be no one else here, and the boss would not allow anyone else to see him.

The boss was right downstairs, Bucciarati saw it with his own eyes, but where is the boss now?

Bucciarati opened the wall and followed the traces of destruction left by the boss, moving first to the ossuary. Out of caution, Bucciarati did not walk on the ground, but used his [Steel Chain Fingers] to move on different stone pillars.

Whatever the boss's abilities, I'll be here before him. It seems he wants to kill Trish here and escape through the back door of the ossuary. Damn it, how could I let you do that?

Bucciarati hid in the shadows, letting the darkness envelope him. Giorno and he had already reviewed the entire map before coming here, and there was no other way to go. In a place like this, full of obstacles, my [Steel Chain Fingers] would be greatly strengthened. As long as I could exploit blind spots, my assassination would have a high success rate.

Bucciarati held his breath. He could already hear the footsteps of someone approaching. It was an adult male wearing leather shoes, with widely spaced steps. He must have some strength to be able to walk so fast while carrying Trish.

Here he comes. Bucciarati stuck his head out. From his current angle, he could only see the boss's lower body. At the corner of the stairs, the man paused and continued to move forward. Trish was held in his arms. His whole body was limp and the blood flow had become slow.

There’s no time, the boss has gone downstairs, it’s now!

Bucciarati had already tensed his calves, but the man, as if aware of his hiding place, interrupted him with words, "I urge you to turn back now, Bruno Bucciarati."

How did he know about me? Bucciarati was surprised by his boss's words. It made no sense for him to know he was planning a rebellion, but the boss ignored him and continued, "Did you hear that, Bucciarati? If you get down from that pillar, you're dead."

The boss does know where I am; he's not just guessing. But why? The surveillance camera? No, why would he choose to do it in the elevator? Wouldn't it be better if I left Trish to him? Does he simply not want me to see him, or does he not care? Is the boss still testing my loyalty at this moment?

Bucciarati closed his eyes and swallowed his saliva. He didn't know what his boss's ability was, but he actually dared to treat his daughter like this. This vile scum, "【Steel Chain Finger】!" Bucciarati didn't care about that anymore. The more he thought about his boss's behavior, the more disgusted he felt. He had to put an end to this mistake. The boss had to...

"What!" Bucciarati threw a punch with his double, but before he could leap off the pillar, his [Steel Chain Finger]'s arm was unexpectedly grabbed! How could it be?! Trish fell to the ground for some unknown reason, and the boss who had been holding her had vanished!

An irresistible force surged from his wrist, the damage from his Stand feeding back to his original form. Before Bucciarati could react, his elbow was twisted, completely wiping out his strength. "It's going to break," Bucciarati roared inwardly. The tips of his steel-chained fingers slashed across the end of his arm, freeing his arm from the boss's grip as the zipper opened. His fingertips continued to move, the attached zipper opening the pillar, but behind it, there was no one!

Impossible! The boss must be nearby! Bucciarati quickly looked around, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness. "【Steel Chain Fingers】!"

Since I can't find you, I'll open all the pillars around me!

Then the centuries-old pillars of the ossuary turned into flat surfaces, and after Bucciarati released his ability, they fell to the ground with a huge roar.

"Did you hear that? There's something going on here!" Apache was the first to notice something was amiss while searching the church. "It's in the back!"

"Understood! No. 1, No. 2, fly in and take a look! Narancia, go find someone!"

PS: Bessie joined the comics and animation at different times, so the animation is the main focus here.

I owe 4 chapters, I will start paying them back tomorrow and book tickets for next month

Chapter 29 Accident (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month)

My tracking has been exposed, but the boss still hides and does not choose to attack, most likely because he is not strong enough.

After confirming that there was no one around, Bucciarati gave priority to reconnecting Trihu's arm. The blood loss problem could not be solved at present, but fortunately the cross-section of the arm wound was very neat, and as long as it was closed with a zipper, it should not affect his activities in the future.

Just as Bucciarati was treating Trish, a voice, as if it had been waiting for a long time, suddenly came from behind him, "I want to hear your reasons."

Behind! The steel chain finger immediately attacked backwards, but Bucciarati could sense that there was nothing there. How could it be? Bucciarati glanced around nervously. His reflexes were definitely not slow, but how could a living person suddenly disappear?! Could it be that, like my [Steel Chain Fingers], it could move from a fourth-dimensional location?

"What do you mean?" the cold voice came from a distant place. "I deeply admire your performance this time. Could it be that the joy of becoming a cadre has gone to your head and you are dissatisfied with your status?"

Bucciarati changed his position again. He was not disturbed by the boss's words, but the position where the voice came from kept changing, and the change was very large in space. He could not confirm the boss's exact position for a while, so he could only focus on Trish. The boss would definitely attack this girl again.

"Or do you greatly overestimate your own strength and think you can surpass me?"

where is it?

Bucciarati's inner disgust had reached its peak. His boss now meant nothing to him but a deceitful scumbag. He replied in a low voice, "When Trish wakes up, I'll tell him that your so-called father never existed in the first place."

"You mean Trish?" This time the voice was moved directly above, so the boss's displacement had been moving in a straight line around a point on a circle. Bucciarati seemed to have found some pattern.

"What's wrong with Trish? What does my daughter have to do with you?"

Bucciarati was speechless for a moment. How could the boss treat his own daughter as just an object born by mistake?!

My own father died from that white powder. That poisonous product distorted both his and his father's fate. In the days shrouded in the shadow of drugs, family affection was the only thing that kept me alive. This scumbag dared to desecrate family ties, which was tantamount to desecrating the relationship between himself and his father, and denying the cause he had always believed was just.

So I'm an accomplice? With my help, are there still innocent families being torn apart by my actions?!

"You bastard! You'll never understand my heart!" Bucciarati felt that his life was a mistake, and he wanted to redeem this mistake at all costs. "You scum!" Bucciarati unzipped his chin, and his cell phone slipped out. He had thought about using his cell phone to call Giorno when he had a falling out, but he never thought he would use his cell phone in this situation. "Is it Giorno?"

"It's me. I've noticed the badge moving. Don't be impulsive. We're here to find you! The boss is right below the stairs in the ossuary. We'll be there in a minute. Wait a minute. The boss is right where you came down, next to the two-meter-high pillar."

He had been hiding under the stairs. Bucciarati stood up, his steel-chained fingers floating in the air as he moved, his fists clenched red with energy as he prepared to strike! He couldn't bear it any longer. The flames of anger had already seared his nerves. This flame must burn someone to death, burning his blood and bones to ash!

"Die! [Steel Chain Fingers]!" Right there, I want you to die! His fist slammed into the stone pillar, and even the hardest stone would shatter under the zipper. Sure enough, a man with green eyes was there, revealing half of his face in the darkness, like the master of darkness.

"Die, boss!" Bucciarati put all his strength into this punch. The excessive force gave him an illusion that he could destroy the entire church. The man in front of him would be torn into pieces by a zipper. Bucciarati had no doubt about his ability!

"Wait, Bucciarati, there seems to be something unusual going on here. Hello, Bucciarati?!" Giorno fiddled with his phone, but now only noise came out, as if Bucciarati's phone had been damaged. "Naranja Misda, haven't you found them yet?"

"This place is too big, the locations you provided are all wrong!" Mista had already fired three rounds, but the passages normally used by the Ossuary were blocked by various things. They did not have enough strength to open the iron chains as thick as their wrists and the various locked iron doors. After Giorno was seriously injured, he was unable to activate such a large area. The boss did not leave any loopholes for his escape.

Bucciarati, you have to hold on! Giorno recalled the map. "Mistad, Mista, you and I will go in from outside the church. Abbacchio, you two go find other passages. There should be some climbing passages here!"

"Okay," Mista immediately ran outside.

"Hey, hey, hey, you haven't explained why you came in yet. Who are you ordering around?!"

"Please, Abbacchio, Bucciarati is in danger," Giorno said, turning his head and continuing to run with his computer. Their map was not from the city hall, but a public version on the Internet. Many hidden places were not marked, and the ossuary was a tourist attraction that had never been open to the public, so it could only be checked by manpower.

On the other hand, Krieg and Gachu were also trapped on the roof just now. The security facilities here were too serious. Even Krieg's extraordinary strength to twist steel could not cause any damage to the top door. Even steel was cast at the door axis connection. Seeing such an outrageous equipment, Krieg was completely out of temper. Gachu's freezing could not do anything to such thick metal.

Fortunately, Krieg still remembered the plot. He circled around the clock tower, holding the fishing line in one hand and tying Gacho with the other, and ran down from the cabinet destroyed by Diablo, just in time to see Bucciarati's actions.

What's going on? Why haven't Giorno and the others arrived yet? Compared to the original plot, I made them at least 2 minutes faster. Why haven't they arrived yet?

Krieg and Gaschu squatted on the roof together and used ice to freeze a small space just enough for the two of them to settle down, but to his surprise, Bucciarati was still fighting alone below.

Think about it again, in the normal plot, Giorno can sense the boss's location, but he still arrives very late. When he runs over, Bucciarati has already climbed out on the ceiling using a zipper. Is it because the boss's movement makes him unable to determine the location, or is it because Giorno simply can't come down?

Where is the promised gang fight?

Chapter 30: The Fight of Trapped Beasts

Bucciarati didn't notice that there were two more people in the ossuary. The problem he was facing now did not allow him to be distracted. His stand had indeed hit something just now, but the person who appeared behind the pillar he hit was not the boss, but an extremely familiar face.

It was his own face, the face of the man named Bucciarati.

how come?

Bucciarati witnessed this bizarre scene, sweat pouring from his forehead. Fear made his hair stand on end, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed. How could it be me? If I was the one who was hit, then what was I thinking right now?

The "person" who looked exactly like him also had a terrified expression, but his face seemed frozen and motionless. Bucciarati suppressed his fear and wanted to reach out to touch him, but before his fingers got close, the figure slowly dissipated like a mirage.

"What on earth happened?!" Bucciarati tilted his neck unconsciously, his body subconsciously wanting to get away from here, while Krieg, who was hiding high up, saw clearly that the ugly red stand had appeared behind Bucciarati.

Giorno and the others haven't arrived yet. Do I have to do it myself? Krieg pinched his index finger. While Bucciarati's life or death was none of his business, he and Gascoyne couldn't handle Diavolo alone. Standing by and watching was certainly a good idea. As long as he was determined not to attack Diavolo, even the prophecy of the [Inscription] wouldn't reveal that there were two more people here. At least he and Gascoyne could leave safely.

According to the plot, Bucciarati's life will be extended for a few days by the [Golden Experience], or in other words, if Bucciarati had not been dead before leaving the church, [Oasis] and [Years of Youth] would be invincible to Bucciarati and his crew. But what does this have to do with him?