The Best Villain's Bizarre Journey

"I will not let my men die again."

Meloni looked at Risut in surprise, and couldn't help but give birth to something called peace of mind. This feeling of peace of mind came from his own strong captain who was like his father.

The gangs in Italy are fixed in the form of a family, and their assassination group is an independent family, and Risut's strength makes this group of contradictions with different personalities unite.

It is the godfather in the true sense. The independence of the assassination team surpasses any form of this organization, even the Bugarati team, because the assassination team is a real mutiny of all members, and the Bugarati team even has Fugo betrayed .

The reason why all of them betrayed the organization was, of course, that Risut was more like the true godfather of the gang than the boss.

Meloni nodded vigorously, took out her mobile phone, and sent a message to all members of the assassination team, informing them to come to the hospital.

"always……"

The sound of footsteps stopped abruptly, and a magnetic voice appeared out of thin air, accompanied by the sound of footsteps getting closer——

"Always...the past has been chasing me..."

"I want to delete the past completely, let them disappear with the wind of Sardinia..."

"but--"

This is the voice of the BOSS, this is the man who leads the entire "PASSIONE"...

"I can't delete it completely..." Risut heard the boss continue to say carefully: "So I decided..."

Before Diablo's voice stopped, he suddenly appeared outside the glass window of the emergency room——

Risut stared wide-eyed at this man with a naked upper body and long bright pink hair. His frightening double pupils stared at Risut quietly.

"So I decided to treat him as a trial." Diablo said blankly, "Should I say that it's you? Risut..."

Diablo walked slowly to the door and leaned against the door frame, less than five meters away from Risut.

"In an organization as big as 'PASSIONE' there will always be defectors."

"These betrayers are also my trials."

Diablo's whole body was exposed in front of Risut's eyes. Risut narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a dreadful pressure between the two absolute powerhouses. This fierce aura spread in the air, and ordinary people even Breathing will be heavy.

While looking at Diablo, Risut formed a tiny needle on the tip of his finger with the [metal product] he was manipulating, and pierced his finger from the inside, blood slowly flowing down his finger When it came down, it slowly fell drop by drop on the white marble floor. When it landed, it bloomed into flowers, like plums in the snow.

"This trial will end here."

Diablo's bright red method is windless and automatic, and his pupils are extremely strange. There is only a double triangle and circle pupils, which were once the eyes of a legendary demon.

This kind of guy, who is not even considered a human, stood sideways in front of Risut, like an inhuman demon.

Diablo, he really deserves the name, from the day his mother named him, from the day he was fatherless—

A devil-like existence with a dual personality——

His name is Diablo.

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I'm really sorry for the late update these days, mainly because I'm too busy. I'm quitting the company now. After these few days, I can fix the update time.

Chapter 110 The Past of the Redeemed

For Bugarati, the appearance of Mista and then joining his team came too suddenly, even he himself didn't expect it.

All kinds of things that happened later made the captain of his team ashamed to face it.

It was a sunny afternoon. Although he had already expressed his determination to Fugo, Naranja, and Apache, and he had great confidence in finding new members, Bukara proposed to set off.

Bucciarati is a perfect person, he was born with a brave and kind heart, his existence as a gangster is not because of greed, evil and laziness, in fact, he has the same ability as his own substitute, his desire is only in that Mending fishing nets for my father on a morning with a beautiful sea and calm sunshine.

No one could have imagined that the thin boy who had always had this dream would stab and kill two strong men in his father's quiet ward on a dark night.

Because Bugarati has a brave and kind heart.

He was a gentle man and a sharp man at the same time, and it was the combination of both that made him such a perfect man.

But is there really a perfect person in this world?

Accurate judgment, absolute patience, gentle and decisive personality, and the strong strength and kind principles of generals who do not kill ants.

There are only two kinds of people in this world, those who like Bugarati and those who have never seen Bugarati.

But the story about him is the story of redemption, and the redeemed is actually him, and the redeemed is the Son of God.

The Gold Wind blowing from Naples is the story of Bugarati, the chosen one immersed in darkness, sent to heaven.

It was Giorno Giovanna who reminded him that his dream was only to mend fishing nets for his father on a morning with fresh sea breeze and beautiful sunshine, just like mending his own broken family.

Just to return to my benevolent Father and say my own broken prayers after falling into the sinless kingdom.

Such Bugarati took a fancy to Mista.

On that bright afternoon, the assassination team betrayed, and the situation in Italy was full of ups and downs.

Buccarati was asked by Mrs. Mary to find his son. As soon as he entered the sewer, where those who smoked drugs gathered, he saw a man in prison uniform beating a boy who was younger than the same age. The child is older and has needle holes all over his arms.

That is Mrs. Mary's son.

The man in the gray uniform that drives the prisoners is Mista.

The reason why he beat Mrs. Mary's son was just because he got high and told how he beat his mother and said dirty things, but Mista heard it and beat him directly.