Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

When Polnareff was young, he was forced to lick an unspeakable place.

It's a bit sad to say that after the series of brutal battles in Egypt, only Joseph and Jotaro were left in the world who knew about it.

They are not big talkers, and of course they will not talk about the embarrassing stories of their old comrades.

Now that the man on the other end of the phone could tell this so quickly, he was obviously Polnareff's long-missed best friend, the reliable and powerful warrior, Jotaro Kujo.

Jotaro

Polnareff's voice was actually trembling.

During the years he was trapped in Italy, he fantasized countless times about reconnecting with his best friend.

But now that Jotaro's voice really appeared in his ears, his mind was spinning a thousand times, and he was so moved that it was hard to express.

Polnareff.

Jotaro realized that the situation was not good from the complex and deep voice of his best friend.

Different from the image of a tough guy on the surface, in his impression, Polnareff is actually an optimistic, cheerful and humorous guy.

Such a man can always keep a smile on his face.

Even in a submersible submarine that was about to sink, he could still joke about seeing his underwear with his companions without changing his expression.

If even Polnareff couldn't laugh, it meant that the situation he was facing must be very dangerous.

In fact, when Jotaro landed at Rome International Airport about half an hour ago, he had already realized that Polnareff's situation was not good.

Because in the morning when the phone calls were continuously blocked, Li Qing once asked Thomas to leave a message on his voicemail because he had a good mentality of not trying or trying, but he would be a thug in vain.

In the message, Lee Sin told Jotaro that his old friend is in trouble and urgently needs his help in Rome.

Fortunately, when he heard this message, Jotaro himself had already arrived at the airport on the outskirts of Rome.

Unfortunately, Thomas habitually used the technology group's network to make calls at that time, rather than the mobile phone commonly used by ordinary people.

When Jotaro received the message and wanted to call back to inquire, the network of the technology team had been paralyzed due to Diavolo's attack.

For a while, the call could not be returned, and the message became an extremely dangerous dead end signal.

And when Jotaro wanted to contact Polnareff himself directly, Diavolo was also busy playing this life and death race - whether it was life or death, he had no idea at all. Even with that mobile phone, I wasn't going to continue role-playing in front of Jotaro.

that's all.

Polnareff suddenly disappeared from Jotaro's world.

Jotaro had no other choice but to rush from the airport to Rome as quickly as possible while trying to mobilize resources to urgently search for Polnareff's whereabouts at this moment.

Finally, after entering the center of Rome, he received this sudden call.

Now that he heard the complicated and unspeakable voice of his best friend, Jotaro's long-knit brows deepened:

Polnareff, how is the situation?

There was a brief silence.

Then there was a long sigh: This is hard to describe.

Polnareff knew that now was probably not the time for him to reminisce with his old friends.

In his mind, Jotaro should still be on the other side of the earth at this time - even if he could get through the phone, he couldn't help him for the time being.

The confirmation of Jotaro's identity directly confirmed the reliability of Giorno and Mista's statements:

Diavolo knows their whereabouts for sure.

This terrifying man may appear nearby at any time, bringing them irresistible despair.

Jotaro.

Polnareff sighed deeply.

He glanced gratefully at the two strange young men, Giorno and Mista.

Then, in order to transmit his last voice more clearly to the ears of his best friend, Polnareff tried his best to stick his head out from the guardrail on the second floor, and shouted loudly at the mobile phone in Mista's hand on the first floor:

If I die today, please come to Italy to avenge me!

The person who killed me is Diavolo, and his substitute ability is time removal!

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This time it was Jotaro's turn to be silent.

Then, in the extremely quiet air, his voice slowly came out.

The voice was so calm, as if Polnareff's last words had not touched him in any way.

But somehow, everyone present could hear it very clearly. Under that calm calm, there seemed to be a frightening and extreme anger suppressed:

I'm in Rome now and I'm in the city center.

Polnareff, tell me where you are now?

Forehead?

This answer was obviously quite unexpected.

Polnareff was like a poor scholar who suddenly became lucky in his twilight years by winning the imperial examination. First, his expression was so dull that he could not react, and then he suddenly fell into ecstasy:

You, you, you are actually in Rome?

This is great! Jotaro, I'm at the Colosseum in the city center right now!

Colosseum? I understand.

Jotaro's answer was concise and direct:

Please hold on a little longer, I'll be there soon.

With that said, he hung up the phone proactively.

Jotaro didn't say any useless words of comfort, but his calm voice itself was the best reassurance.

Polnareff's heart, which was already determined to die, finally calmed down.

Giorno and Mista also realized that the balance of victory was faintly tilted towards them.

As for Diavolo, who was hiding in the dark, his angular cheeks were now paler than those of East Asian actors who put on makeup:

What the hell? He's already in the city center.

Are you going to arrive right away?

One minute? Three minutes? Five minutes?

Damn it, guys who don't have a sense of time are really damned. How long does 'immediately' mean? Give me an accurate number!

Layers of cold sweat broke out on Diavolo's forehead.

Although he knew that Jotaro was coming, he never made a plan to deal with Jotaro from the beginning - his plan was just to grab the insect arrows before Jotaro arrived, nothing more.

Because Diablo knew in his heart that he might not be able to defeat this guy.

Jotaro's name has long been known to the world.

Most people only think that this is just a mythical legend, and some frogs in the well even have an inexplicable contempt for the so-called invincible man.

But Diavolo stands high and sees far. Being in a high position, he can obtain more detailed information and understand Jotaro more deeply:

Judging from all the information that can be collected, Jotaro's substitute Platinum Star has monster-level performance that surpasses the Crimson King in terms of strength, speed and other basic abilities.

The time-stopping bug ability seems to be better than the Crimson King's time-cutting ability.

If that man rushes to the scene, it will be difficult for me to grab the arrow again.

hateful.

Diavolo gritted his teeth tightly, like a rabid dog forced into a corner.

He stared at Polnareff hiding behind the stone pillar on the second floor with his red eyes, his eyes full of madness and bloodlust:

Hurry up. Hurry up!

Diablo could hold back until now just to overhear the use of insect arrows.

But Polnareff tossed a series of tidbits to whet his appetite, but he still failed to reveal the most important information.

This is indeed a very worrying thing.

And this time.

Just when Diavolo was looking forward to the next chapter, Mista asked Diavolo the question:

Hey, hey, the broom-head uncle?

Mista looked up at Polnareff impatiently, and gave him a rude nickname:

Now that the call has been answered, you should finally believe us, right?

My companions are still separated outside. Diavolo may appear at any time, so don't waste any more time!

Um

Polnareff nodded.

At this moment, he had completely given up his doubts about the two young men, and there was even a hint of gratitude in his eyes:

Sorry, please forgive me for being overly cautious.

Giorno, Mista, what you said is indeed credible.

In that case.

As he spoke, Polnareff raised the insect arrow in his hand.

The lights inside the Colosseum were extremely dim late at night, greatly obstructing the view.

But even so, everyone present could still vaguely see the vertical and straight wooden shaft of the insect arrow, and the gorgeous arrowhead engraved with three-dimensional golden beetles.

Under the dim light, this insect arrow, which is said to contain mysterious power, appears even more mysterious.

Diavolo's eyes almost popped out of his head:

This was his last hope, the spiritual sustenance that gave him the confidence to continue resisting in desperate situations.

How to use this insect arrow

Polnareff's voice came slowly.

Diavolo held his breath nervously and expectantly, and listened carefully with his ears raised.

Then

Polnareff suddenly clutched the arrow tighter:

I won't tell you yet.

ha?

Are you kidding me?

Mista's face fell, and even Giorno, who had always been calm, changed his expression slightly.

Ahem.

Polnareff's face that had gone through many vicissitudes of life showed a small trace of guilt:

I'm really embarrassed to say it, but

Since Jotaro is nearby, we won't need this arrow this time.

Breaking one's word and gaining weight is a bit unethical, but Polnareff has not yet said the more straightforward and embarrassing words:

Li Qing and others were, to put it bluntly, the backup he found when he was desperate when he couldn't contact Jotaro.

After all, he, Li Qing and others only met online, and they got together without any choice because they had the same enemy.

A netizen I’ve known for a long time, and a brother who lives and dies together, do you have to think about who to choose?

Not to mention, the insect arrow itself has the power to change the world.

If he didn't have no choice, how could he entrust such terrible power to a group of strangers who didn't know anything about it?

And now that Jotaro is here, it won't even take long to reach the battlefield.

To put it a bit harshly.

The real master is here, and Giorno and others who are the backup are useless.

After giving the insect arrows to Jotaro and creating a Platinum Star Requiem, are you still worried that Diavolo won't be cool?

That is to say.

We worked our butts off and ran here, abandoning our companions, and in the end we just came over to make a phone call for you?

After realizing the current situation, Mista's expression was a little unpleasant.

Uh-huh.

Polnareff muttered twice with his face turning red.

Facing the resentful looks from the two teenagers downstairs, he could only say shamelessly:

Don't worry, Jotaro can definitely do it.

As long as he shows up, our safety is guaranteed.

So, how to use this arrow? Ahem, for the sake of safety, I won't tell you.

Asshole——

A thunderous roar erupted from the ground.

After waiting for so long, in the end, the result turned out to be none below.

Diavolo is now like a grumpy reader who was reading a book and was about to turn to the next page when he read a highlight, only to find that the author was suddenly possessed by a pigeon and quit.

In the endless resentment, he angrily killed:

The Crimson King!