Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

at the same time.

After spending some time searching, Bucciarati and his team who stayed on the ground finally borrowed an SUV suitable for a seven-person team nearby.

By this time, Li Qing had already disappeared into the sky in a helicopter.

Although the time was short, according to the helicopter's previous flying speed, they were at least four or five kilometers away from Li Qing.

There was no other way, Bucciarati and the others had no choice but to seize the moment and drive quickly, following the direction in which Li Qing had just disappeared.

The car has been driving in the field of fungal-infected death, and there are rotting, festering, twisted and hideous corpses along the way.

The air was dead and heavy, and everyone who was rushing in this dead end couldn't help but look gloomy.

However, soon

Is there anyone alive?

Looking at the survivors appearing in twos and threes outside the window, as well as the rapidly fading green carpet on their bodies, Mista couldn't help but shout out excitedly:

It was Li Qing. Li Qing defeated that scumbag!

The fungus cannot disappear for no reason. The occurrence of this situation can only show that Li Qing has completed his mission beyond expectations.

He did.

Giorno breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and then said slowly in his usual calm voice:

Keep driving forward, and remember to call his name in the car later.

Li Qing's hearing is extremely sharp. When used at full strength, he can even distinguish the voices of everyone chatting from a distance of thousands of meters.

As long as the distance is roughly close, he can find us by his own voice.

clear!

Mista smiled and stepped on the accelerator, speeding up and chasing the helicopter away.

Everything is going smooth.

They only need to continue driving a few kilometers before they can meet up with Li Qing, who has already won.

However, not long after, the car was about to board a highway bridge.

Bang!

There was a sound like a tire exploding underneath the car.

The car that was traveling at high speed suddenly lurched and hit the roadside quickly.

Mista hurriedly stepped on the brakes and stabilized the steering wheel, but was unable to prevent the car from spinning out of control.

Eventually, the car hit a tree on the side of the road.

Fortunately, the six people in the car habitually fastened their seat belts after getting in, so their heads didn't explode like the front airbag.

Hey, hey. How do you drive?

Fugo's violent temper suddenly broke out in fright.

How can you blame me? Mista patted his dizzy head: The car blew its own tire!

stop fighting.

Bucciarati's tone was very solemn.

He stared out the window and said word for word: This is a substitute attack.

The reason why Bucciarati was able to figure out so quickly that this was not an ordinary accident but a double attack was not because he noticed some subtle and difficult clues, but because

The enemy did not hide his tracks at all.

The humanoid stand-in, who was wearing a black cloak and a wide-brimmed hat, looked like he had stepped out of a theater stage, was now standing brightly outside the car window.

It stared at Bucciarati through the shattered window, without attacking or moving.

This is.

Giorno and Mista were still confused, but Fugo, Nalanja and Apaki all said the name of the substitute with surprised faces: Black Sabbath!

Black Sabbath is the stand-in for Polpo, the organizational cadre in charge of local affairs in Naples.

Bolbo is the old leader of the Bucciarati team and the reviewer for the core members of the Passion organization to join the gang.

Therefore, Bucciarati and others are very familiar with this stand-in named Black Sabbath.

And just when everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of Black Sabbath, there was another deafening roar of engines on the road across the bridge.

Everyone looked around and saw a Hummer SUV approaching menacingly from the bridge.

This off-road vehicle has obviously been modified. The tires alone are a full 1.5 meters tall. Its cabin is tall, wide and sturdy, so big that one doubts an elephant can be stuffed inside.

At first glance, it looked like a tank was coming.

Mr. Polbo

He actually came here in person?

Bucciarati immediately recognized this car as Porpo's exclusive car, the only one in the world.

Because Bolbo is a fat man with a height of nearly three meters and a weight of more than half a ton. Except for this modified Big Mac off-road vehicle, there is no car on the market that can fit him.

(In fact, trucks and vans can also accommodate Bolbo, but as a respectable gangster on the road, no one dares to carry him with such a cheap gadget.)

Bucciarati.

The huge Hummer stopped slowly.

Bolbo, who was sitting in the vast carriage, rolled down the glass, revealing his plump but imposing face from the shadows:

You have let me down too much.

He looked at Bucciarati with a trace of regret in his eyes.

Bucciarati knew that these regrets were not crocodile tears, but Bolbo's true thoughts.

Because Polbo really regarded Bucciarati as a confidant.

He had great trust in Bucciarati, not only relying on him in daily gang affairs, but even the small treasury he had set up behind the organization's back was entrusted to Bucciarati for safekeeping.

Feel sorry.

I betrayed your trust.

Bucciarati sighed slightly, but there was no trace of regret in his eyes:

However, this is the choice I made and I believe it is the right one.

Don't tell me this.

Polbo sat in the car and looked at Bucciarati from afar:

It's not like I didn't expect this to happen.

Bucciarati, you have been different from us gangsters from the beginning.

Although his hands are stained with blood, he is still as weak as those bad good people, or is he kind-hearted?

He smiled mockingly, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

Looking at that look, Bucciarati also knew that a fierce battle would inevitably follow.

Thinking of the past friendship, he finally said: I'm sorry, Mr. Polpo.

etc.

Bolbo had no intention of taking action.

His stand-in, Black Sabbath, was still standing quietly in the shadows beside the road, and what he picked up was not a weapon, but a mobile phone:

Bucciarati, make no mistake, I have no intention of fighting you.

I feel a little ashamed to say it, but you should understand that I am actually a very life-loving guy.

If BOSS hadn't suddenly issued a death order, let me come here to stop you. To be honest, I even wanted to turn a blind eye and let you troublesome guys leave Naples as soon as possible.

Polbo casually pressed his cell phone to make a call, and said to Bucciarati in a playful tone:

So, I hope you can cooperate.

I will not fight you, nor will I take your lives.

And the only thing you have to do is cooperate with me to complete the boss's urgent task and stay here honestly for ten minutes.

Ten minutes?

Bucciarati frowned tightly:

Obviously, the urgent task that Diavolo gave to Polpo was not to clear the door, but to delay them.

Why did Diavolo do this?

And how did Bolbo appear here so accurately? Was their whereabouts exposed?

It’s hard to answer these two questions separately, but when they are linked together, you can quickly figure it out:

This bridge is the only way to the area where the helicopter disappeared.

Polbo will wait here in advance because he doesn't. It's because Diavolo saw the helicopter carrying Li Qing.

He knew that Li Qing was separated from us, and also guessed that we were going to join Li Qing, so he urgently sent Bolbo to guard this stronghold.

So.

Thinking of this, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Bucciarati's forehead:

Bolbo was responsible for delaying their steps and preventing them from joining Li Qing.

So, where is Diavolo hiding behind?

He suddenly gave Bolbo such an order. What did he want to do?

The answer is self-evident.

Li Qing is in danger!

Diavolo will probably take action personally while Li Qing is alone!

Bucciarati raised this extremely frightening possibility.

Everyone was shocked, and Giorno called out the Golden Experience without hesitation, glaring at Polbo intently:

Porpo, right?

If you don't want to die, get out of my way!

Tsk, tsk. What a scary look.

Polbo looked at Giorno's resolute and stern expression, and smiled unhurriedly:

Although he is very young, he already has the attitude of a strong man.

So, since you, Bucciarati and the others have launched a challenge to the organization, you should already have the consciousness of 'sacrifice', right?

Consciousness of sacrifice?

The young and energetic Mista immediately shouted:

Nonsense! We've already come this far, are we still afraid of death?

Mista shouted with passion, but Bucciarati beside him felt his scalp numb.

Because he knows Bolbo too well, and Bolbo knows him too well.

Bucciarati knew that as long as he could achieve his goal, Porpo could do anything.

And Porpo also knew that beneath Bucciarati's tough and cold underworld appearance, there was still a softness unknown to outsiders.

really

hehe.

“The ‘enlightenment’ I’m talking about doesn’t mean sacrificing one’s own awareness, but sacrificing the awareness of others.”

Bolbo sneered and turned on the speaker of his mobile phone, and said meaningfully to Bucciarati:

Bucciarati, I heard.

You're on good terms with those old guys from the streets?