Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Colosseum.

This ancient building stood silently in the night.

The ring-shaped exterior wall that has gone through the baptism of time outlines a classical and elegant appearance under the light.

Everything was so peaceful, like every peaceful night for countless years.

But at this moment, in the Colosseum that has been closed and cleared, in a place where the lights cannot shine.

A silver-haired man sitting in a wheelchair was listening intently to all the sounds around him.

His eyes were extremely determined, keen, and full of vigilance, and he had an indescribable aura of determination, just like a Roman gladiator who had fought bloody battles in the Colosseum.

Even though he lost his legs and was trapped alone, he, who was from France, did not choose to surrender to reality.

He never gave up resistance or gave up hope.

This is Jan Pierre Polnareff.

He kept the power that could fight evil secretly and safely around him, waiting only for a rebel who dared to fight Diavolo head-on to inherit this hope.

And now, after so many years of waiting, Polnareff is finally about to see the dawn of victory.

Lee Sin, Giorno, Bucciarati

He clutched the arrow with the beetle pattern tightly, his eyes filled with solemnity:

Are you the ones I'm waiting for?

Polnareff muttered to himself.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the dimly lit and silent Roman Colosseum.

coming.

Polnareff followed the footsteps and looked around.

Two teenagers, one with blond hair and one with black hair, appeared in Polnareff's sight with serious expressions.

In front of the Colosseum, Diavolo's heart was beating fast.

Now the Americans are eyeing him, the SPW consortium is eyeing him, Jotaro Kujo is eyeing him, Polnareff who was killed is suddenly resurrected, and Li Qing and others are attacking unstoppably. half of the organization.

There is no doubt that Diavolo has been forced into a desperate situation.

In this case, his main mission has changed from killing Li Qing and eliminating the traitors, to unknowingly turning to seizing the insect arrows and obtaining what Polnareff calls the power that can change the world.

There is no other way to kill Li Qing and Jotaro Kujo. The enemy he now faces is too strong for him to resist.

Only by gaining crushing power can Diavolo change this terrible situation.

At this moment, that arrow is where his hope lies.

Polnareff, are you in here now?

“What a surprise”

The rat that I had not dealt with before actually reappeared in front of me with such a 'gift'.

Diavolo looked at the Colosseum standing in the darkness in front of him, his eyes full of anticipation.

He took a step slowly, ready to reconnect with Polnareff before everyone else.

And just then.

A car sped up on the road in the distance, flicked its tail and suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

Giorno and Mista stepped out of the car side by side and ran quickly towards the Colosseum.

Have you arrived already?

It's all my fault for those stupid and meddlesome police officers who wasted so much of my time.

Diablo's face froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal:

In fact, because the remaining strength of the Guards was so pitiful, he did not expect those defeated soldiers to be able to stop Li Qing and others from the beginning.

There were one or two fish that slipped through the net, which didn't have much impact on his actions.

Moreover, if he thinks about it carefully, the appearance of Giorno and Mista might be a good thing for him:

Polnareff said on the phone before that he no longer has the ability to fight.

In other words, what I have to face now are just two young brats and a useless person who was 'killed' by me once.

The pressure of combat is not that great, but the most important thing is

Maybe I can use these two brats to help me learn how to use the arrow from Polnareff.

Diablo made a quick decision in his mind.

Forced into a desperate situation, he urgently needed more power, so he irrationally regarded the sudden arrow as his life-saving straw.

And now the arrow is in the Colosseum, but Diablo doesn't know how to use it:

After getting the arrow, should I stab myself, poke a substitute, or draw a magic circle on the ground and perform a sacrificial ceremony?

He really wasn't sure.

After all, that arrow is a supernatural product beyond the scope of human cognition. Who knows what kind of trouble it can cause.

If he doesn't know how to use it, and if the arrow happens to be very troublesome to use, then it will be in vain for him to get the arrow.

But Polnareff is a tough guy, and it is obvious that he will never take the initiative to tell Diavolo the answer.

In that case.

Then let me listen carefully and let you tell the answer yourself.

Diavolo gave up the idea of ​​directly killing people and stealing goods.

He slipped silently into the darkness, hiding among the ruins of the Colosseum without even Giorno or Mista noticing.

Giorno and Mista hurriedly entered the Colosseum.

Unlike those unlucky companions who were targeted as soon as they got off the plane, the two of them were very lucky not to encounter the enemy.

The two quickly met up after landing from the skydive. They borrowed a car from a passerby and arrived at their destination safely and smoothly.

Polnareff revealed a cautious face from behind the stone pillar on the second floor.

He carefully looked at the faces of Giorno and Mista, and compared them with the personal photos exchanged in advance, he tentatively confirmed their identities:

Giorno, Mista.

His eyes lingered back and forth between the two of them.

There was nothing strange about their expressions, and their appearance was consistent with the information.

Although Giorno's young and green cheeks always reminded him of an uncomfortable guy inexplicably, Polnareff finally ignored this small abnormality and took the initiative to show up:

You are finally here.

He pushed the wheelchair closer and looked down at Giorno and Mista.

It's you?

Giorno carefully looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared from the darkness:

Are you the mysterious person who contacted us to meet here?

Yes, it's me.

Polnareff nodded and asked cautiously:

What about the rest?

There should be 7 people in your team, why are only 2 here?

We were attacked in the city of Rome.

Giorno said seriously:

Diablo learned of our itinerary in advance, and he shot down our helicopter halfway.

Attack?

Polnareff couldn't help but clenched the insect arrow in his hand tighter:

How would Diavolo know?

According to what you said before, haven't you already controlled the intelligence agency of the Passion organization?

He had previously vowed to control the technology team, but now he suddenly said that the schedule had been exposed in advance. This contradictory situation has to make people suspicious.

Maybe the other party is Diablo's person after all.

They just use lies to create tension and trick themselves into quickly handing over the huge secret in their hands.

Polnareff couldn't help but think cautiously.

This can't be blamed on his persecution paranoia - if he hadn't been so careful, he would have died under the all-pervasive surveillance of the passion organization.

Can I still lie to you?

Faced with Polnareff's questioning, Mista couldn't help but growl before Giorno could say anything.

Compared to Giorno, who always remained calm, Mista's performance was more anxious, but also more realistic:

Right now, our five companions are still trapped in this city, uncertain whether they will live or die.

And the two of us abandoned our companions and worked our butts off to get here, just to protect you, a stranger who didn't even want to reveal his name from beginning to end.

You suspect something is wrong with us, but we still doubt your identity!

Mista said without flinching:

Tell me, who are you?

Is your claim that you can 'definitely defeat Diavolo the power' true or false?

Now we have no time to waste, so please tell us what you need to say as soon as possible!

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Polnareff was silent for a while.

He saw a glimmer of light in Mista's anxious eyes, a look that only those who truly care about their companions would have.

If the other person is not an actor, then he should not be lying now.

All right.

I am Polnareff, a man who once fought Diavolo.

Polnareff finally said his name:

Of course, it doesn't matter who I am right now.

The important thing is this arrow. This arrow can help you gain crushing power and completely defeat Diavolo.

As he spoke, he slowly raised the insect arrow in his hand, letting Giorno and Mista witness his sincerity.

very good.

In the shadows, Diavolo clenched his fists in excitement.

He didn't rush out to kill people and seize arrows. He hid in a corner like a mouse and said nothing, just for now.

Under Diavolo's nervous and expectant eyes, Mista asked the question he wanted to ask the most:

How to use this arrow?

How do you obtain the so-called crushing power?

This question is undoubtedly the key among the key.

For Polnareff, who took the risk of emerging from hiding and exposing himself to the outside world, this secret was also the last bargaining chip in his hand.

this.

Polnareff held the insect arrow in his hand and remained silent for a long time.

After all, the power that insect arrows can bring is really terrifying.

If this power is in the wrong hands, it could even lead to the destruction of the entire world.

Now, he had to admit that he could not completely trust the two young people in front of him.

Before I tell this secret, I want to hear your explanation carefully.

In Diavolo's extremely disappointed eyes, Polnareff changed the subject to a thousand miles away:

Why didn't you contact Jotaro?

Explain the process carefully and I will make a decision after listening.

This was the biggest doubt, the hurdle that he could never get around.

At the beginning, Li Qing claimed that he had taken control of the technology team, and also said that everyone did not need to bother meeting offline, and could freely tell their secrets online.

Polnareff cautiously chose to refuse at that time, and what happened later proved that his caution was necessary:

Because almost a whole day has passed now, but Li Qing and others have not been able to get through even a simple long-distance call.

Thus.

What Li Qing said before seemed like a lie to trick him into telling his secret quickly.

And if the call didn't go through, it was probably because they didn't dare to call at all and didn't want Jotaro to notice anything strange.

Hey, hey.

What are you doing!

Mista shouted impatiently.

The lives and deaths of his separated companions are still uncertain. How can he be in the mood to accept the inexplicable interrogation of a stranger here:

How many times do we have to say the same thing before you listen!

If the phone can't be connected, it just can't be connected. From morning to night, it can't be connected -

Maybe they have stopped paying dues? Maybe they have changed their numbers? Can you blame us if the phone can't go through?

impossible.

Polnareff was not moved by Mista at all:

It is a big joke that the grandson of a real estate tycoon has his mobile phone shut down due to arrears.

The mobile phone is an important medium for him and Jotaro to regularly communicate about arrow hunting work. Jotaro will never change his mobile phone number easily.

Damn it. Why don't you believe it?!

Mista choked hard.

Polnareff's excessive caution made him unbearable:

Stop wasting time. You don't believe it, do you?

good--

Mista took out his cell phone from his pocket impatiently and dialed Jotaro Kujo's number neatly:

I'm going to make a phone call in front of you. Can you see if you can get through?

Dudu. Dudududu

Hello?

The call went through.

It's clear. Mista and Giorno were slightly stunned.

Passed? Polnareff looked surprised.

It's clear! Diavolo, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly changed his expression.

In Diavolo's pale face, which looked like he had eaten two kilograms of fermented organic fertilizer, Jotaro Kujo's steady and powerful voice came from the speaker of the mobile phone: Hey, who is it?

Jotaro is Jotaro?!

Although they hadn't seen each other for many years, Polnareff still recognized this very familiar voice for the first time.

During these years of being trapped in a foreign country, he didn't know how much he wanted to hear this voice.

But under the all-pervasive surveillance of the Passion organization, Polnareff never dared to risk making that call; and now, Mista's impulsive behavior actually helped him realize his wish unexpectedly.

Polnareff?

Jotaro also recognized the voice of his old comrade.

But before he could say anything, Polnareff had already restrained his excitement and said with extreme caution:

Wait. It's just the sound that I can't believe yet.

If you want me to believe that this is the real Jotaro, and if you want me to tell the secret of the arrow, then you have to let him prove his identity!

Years of being on the run have taught Polnareff to be extremely cautious.

Even the voice of his old comrade-in-arms could not break his defense:

Jotaro, if you are really Jotaro

Then tell me something that only we know!

Polnareff shouted into the phone over there.

this

Jotaro's voice was filled with confusion.

After landing at the Rome airport, he already discovered that the situation was completely different from what he had imagined.

And the unexpected call from Polnareff from an unknown number made him even more concerned.

But after hearing Polnareff's urgent cry, Jotaro didn't have time to think too much.

After a short deliberation, he answered the question of his old comrade neatly:

Something only we know?

Well if that's the case.

I remember when we were fighting against Granny Enya in Pakistan, Polnareff, you once licked the toilet.

Ahem!

Polnareff coughed violently.

A boyish blush suddenly appeared on this resolute and serious face:

No, don't go any further.

I've confirmed that you are definitely the real deal.

Today’s update. I suddenly had a fever and caught a cold, and I had no energy to type out this 4,000-word chapter. So I took the chapter and a half that I had finally saved and spelled it out. It can be regarded as a continuation of the update_(:з」∠)_