Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

16:15 minutes.

A full twenty minutes have passed since the Anti-Diavolo Alliance was officially established.

In these twenty minutes, Li Qing and others successfully defeated the invading enemy, recovered their physical condition, unified the team's thinking, accepted new members, and finally embarked on a new journey with a brand-new attitude.

The first task before them is:

We need to get a big car quickly.

Bucciarati said very seriously.

At this moment, Apache was driving, and Li Qing was firmly in the passenger seat. However, he, Giorno, Naranja, Fugo, and Mista, a group of five people, were crowded into a space that was originally designed to only seat three people. in the back seat of the car.

Although his resolute and tough face had been squeezed into a big comic on the car window, Bucciarati's tone remained calm:

This car can't fit seven of us.

In our current crowded situation like a sardine can, if we encounter an enemy attack, we probably won't be able to even fight back.

Apache.

After explaining his thoughts, Bucciarati directly ordered Apache:

Turn right at the intersection ahead and stop near the shopping mall on that road.

I hid a seven-seater SUV in the underground garage of that shopping mall, which can be used as a means of transportation for us.

ah?

Before Apache could say anything, Li Qing immediately had some opinions:

Why don't you hurry up and get out of the city now?

If you stop to pick up the car, you may be chased by the killer.

What you said is so easy!

Fugo's head was stuck under the arms of Giorno and Naranja, so tight that he couldn't even breathe.

He cursed and yelled:

Bald man, why did you occupy the passenger seat by yourself?

If you think it's okay, you can sit in the back and take a look!

No, that's impossible.

Lee Sin defended his privilege confidently.

He turned his head and looked at the fashionable attire of Fuge and others, and said in a very strange tone:

Look at all of you wearing hole-in-the-wall, navel-baring, breast-baring, and tight-fitting clothes.

Even if I, Li Qing, die and jump out of this car, I will never be crowded with you muscular men in scantily clad clothes.

What do you know!

This is fashion, do you understand fashion?

Milan, the fashion capital, cares about fashion. As a fashionable young man among Italians, Fugo doesn't think there is anything wrong with his avant-garde dressing.

OK OK.

Giorno spoke up to stop this meaningless quarrel:

The road is difficult and dangerous, and we really need to get a better car.

but.

“There’s no need to go out of your way to get Bucciarati’s car, right?”

Based on his usual lifestyle, he made a good suggestion:

There are so many cars on the street, so just 'borrow' one at will. With the abilities I have developed over the years, 'borrowing' a car won't waste much time.

No, it's not just the car.

Bucciarati adjusted his position with his face against the glass with difficulty:

The car also contained weapons, ammunition, cash, fake license plates, fake documents, disposable mobile phones, and disguise tools that I had prepared in advance.

The mafia is a high-risk profession. Those gangsters usually seem to be prosperous and smooth, but they may one day fall into desperate situations such as vendettas and internal strife within the organization.

Cunning rabbits have three holes. For the sake of their own safety, they often prepare several escape routes for themselves in advance.

In order to cope with the crises that may occur at any time in the underworld career, Bucciarati also followed the practices of his colleagues and carefully arranged several hiding places and escape tools in the city of Naples.

Originally it was just an insurance policy done unintentionally.

I didn't expect that they would actually come in handy.

Bucciarati sighed with a little emotion:

What you may not understand is how much control the organization has over this country.

In addition to countless outside thugs and street gangsters who can act as informants, the Passion organization has also specially set up a 'Technology Intelligence Group' with advanced technological capabilities and the ability to monitor the entire territory of Italy.

Telephone, postal service, Internet, radio, government intranet, police communications, traffic information, public surveillance.

Everything is under the monitoring of the organization.

If we didn't have those fake documents and fake license plates as cover, we might not be able to get out of Naples and our whereabouts would be exposed.

I see.

Li Qing understood what Bucciarati meant.

Indeed, in modern warfare, intelligence always precedes the troops before they move.

If there is no way to cover up their tracks under the surveillance of the organization, then they can only remain in a passive state where the enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear.

As a result, Li Qing immediately agreed to the plan.

Apaki then turned around and drove the car near the underground garage of the shopping mall, then found a remote and uninhabited alley to park.

Mista.

Bucciarati suddenly shouted Mista's name.

This rookie, who got offended by Diavolo for some inexplicable reason and finally joined the team inexplicably, didn't say much or had a chance to say anything along the way.

and

His current 'teammates' either robbed him, beat him, or kidnapped him

It was indeed a bit embarrassing for Mista to huddle together with these guys who turned enemies into friends.

Therefore, when he heard Bucciarati calling him specifically, he was slightly stunned: What?

Please.

Bucciarati took out a car key from his arms and handed it out with difficulty among a bunch of muscular men:

You go in and help us get the car out.

Um?

Mista subconsciously took the key, but subconsciously felt something was wrong:

Just, just let me go alone?

That's right.

Bucciarati replied:

This shopping mall has always been the protection target of the passion organization, and there are many people on the periphery of the organization stationed nearby.

If we show up publicly, we will definitely be noticed by these informants at the first time.

But Mista, you are different. The boss has just learned your name.

These just ten minutes are definitely not enough for them to find out your information, find your photos, and then fax them to every outsider.

So, among us, you are the only one whose appearance has not been mastered by the enemy.

I see.

Mista nodded, with a little excitement in his voice:

Yes, after being forced to become the target of the organization's pursuit, he was not only not nervous and fearful, but even a little excited.

Because Mista was just an idle gangster at first. He had never seen the real darkness and did not know the horror of the passion organization.

For Mista.

Your peaceful life is broken, you are involved in a supernatural crisis, you awaken your superpowers, you get into trouble with the underworld boss, you meet powerful companions, and you embark on a journey of escape.

How is this bad luck?

This is basically getting the protagonist’s script!

At this moment, all Mista had in her heart was yearning for the future.

give it to me.

After being entrusted with the heavy duty by Bucciarati, he even forgot about the small embarrassment that happened between himself and his teammates:

I'll go in and get the car out right away.

With that said, Mista held the car keys tightly, immediately opened the car door and walked out of the alley.

He walked out of the alley in three steps and disappeared around the corner.

The teammates in the car seemed to think that he could no longer hear, so they immediately started whispering behind his back:

Bucciarati!

The first one who couldn't hold back his voice was Fu Ge:

Do you really want this 'rookie' to join the team?

That guy is just a little gangster who has just awakened his substitute. Keeping him with us will only hinder us!

The sound was neither loud nor quiet, but it was just enough for Mista, who had not gone far, to hear it.

He couldn't help but stop.

And the whispering among teammates continues:

I don't think so either.

Apache said in a serious tone:

“I absolutely agree with Mista’s passion and quality.”

However, he is still too immature. He has no idea what we are facing and lacks enough combat experience.

indeed.

Li Qing didn't pay attention to Mista's footsteps, so he stabbed him in the back:

If it weren't for that phone call, I wouldn't want to take this guy with me.

He still doesn't realize the seriousness of the problem. I feel like this guy's attitude is more like he's here to 'play a game' than me.

I know

The danger of confronting the organization should not be borne by a passerby.

Bucciarati sighed softly:

That's why I came all the way here.

In that car were disguise tools, large sums of cash, simple equipment for making ID photos, and fake IDs and passports that could be used just by pasting photos on them.

Get these things and we can help Mista escape from this country.