stand-in creed

"No, I just realized it after hearing you ask me that. It seems a bit inappropriate to save you in this way directly. So mind if I ask you a question, Bruno Bucciarati."

"question?"

Buccarati looked at Giorno suspiciously.

Giorno looked seriously into Buccarati's eyes.

"You're a gangster, right?

"As far as I know there's someone in this city who's been peddling drugs. Are you their enemy? Are you one of them? Or are you a completely unrelated gang?"

"..."

Bugarati was silent for a moment.

Of course, Bugarati knew about gangsters selling drugs, and they were "enthusiastic" people.

If it was in the past, although I really prohibited the regions under my subordinates from selling, but if I really wanted to count, I was indeed one of them.But now, the situation seems to have changed. Although it did not change as I expected, it has indeed changed.

"I am an enemy of the "zeal of the drug cartel". "

Bugarati took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of major decision, and said such words.

Immediately Bugarati pressed his chest.

"In the past, "Passion" was an organization based on the slogan of anti-drugs, and I, Bruno Bucciarati, also became a member of Passion because I hated drugs, but everything has changed.When there was no other organization in Italy that could stand up to the enthusiasm, our bosses started an otherwise forbidden business for profit.

"I had hoped, at least 10 minutes ago, that I would have achieved enough status, become a sufficiently influential cadre in the organization, to persuade the boss to give up.

"But my operation failed.

"Now I and the team I lead are defined as traitors by the organization, so there is only one thing I can do now——

"——Defeat the boss of "Enthusiasm."

"In that case, there is no doubt that I am their enemy!"

Bugarati said firmly.

It seemed that he had finished bidding farewell to his past self, he let out a long sigh of relief, and even smiled.

"Thank you, Giorno Giovanna.

"Let's leave now before the enemy finds out that you deliberately pointed the wrong way. The next thing is not something that you, an ordinary student, can get involved in."

Finish saying this.

Buccarati broke away from Giorno's support, and walked towards the depths of the alley while leaning on the wall.

However, as soon as he took a step, Giorno grabbed Buccarati's left arm again, and another golden figure that appeared in Buccarati's "really so" expression picked up the other arm, the body and the stand-in Together, they helped Bugara to move forward.

"Giorno, what is this?"

Bugara had already guessed that Gioruno was the substitute messenger at the moment when the weeds grew strangely tall, but what he wondered at this moment was not whether Gioruno was the substitute messenger, but why Giorno still supported him. Move on by yourself.

Doesn't he know it's dangerous to follow him?

Giorno took it for granted that he supported Bucgarati and continued to move forward.

"Since your enemy is a drug-trafficking gangster, please let me help you. Although I didn't expect this day to come so early and so suddenly, since the time of destiny has come, then of course I should not hesitate set foot on this road full of thorns.

"If you want to ask why, I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream——

"—to be a gangster superstar."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Giorno.

In the gorgeous evening, the sea breeze from the Mediterranean Sea brushed Giorno's hair like gold.

Bugarati turned his head and stared at Giorno's side face.

Even though he was only a boy who was two and 15 years younger than Naranja, his blue eyes were so determined.If Nero Zeppelin's eyes are solid steel, then Giorno's eyes are the golden wind blowing slowly from behind.

"Giorno Giovanna."

"I've made up my mind, Mr. Bugarati. This is my chance to realize my dream, please don't..."

"No, I don't intend to reject you, Giorno." Buccarati said with a smile, "I want to tell you this - please bring me to my team."

"It's us."

Giorno corrected and stretched out his fist.

"Yes, it's us."

Bugarati nodded with a smile, and also stretched out his fist.

Fist and fist collided with neither light nor heavy.

Although it has only been a few minutes since the two met now, they are like old friends who have known each other for many years, walking side by side on this thorny road.

This is probably the so-called manly friendship, right?

After a while, Giorno helped Bucciarati into the taxi he used for part-time work, and drove towards the outskirts of Naples.

Today's Naples is so beautiful.

Chapter 29 Giorno Giovanna

Just as Giorno reached a consensus with Buccarati and rushed towards the safe house, Nero Zeppelin was also in action.

With a bang, the black high-end van landed steadily on the outskirts of Naples, and Nero shouted into the carriage.

"You should go, Porpo."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Zeppelin."

Borbo, who got out of the carriage, came to the driver's cab with almost shocking steps, and bowed seriously to Nero who was sitting on the seat.

How to describe it?

Cute?

Seeing the over one-ton meat mountain trying to change its posture and bowing to him, with waves of flesh on its body, Nero quickly waved his hands.

"Better think of yourself than thank me, Porpo.

"It's up to you whether you live or die."

leave this sentence.

Nero also stepped out of the cab, and disappeared in Bolbo's sight with a gust of wind.

As for how to move around the outskirts of Naples with Bolbo's clumsy body and avoid the boss's pursuit, Nero didn't need to worry about it.Even if Bolbo obediently cooperated with Nero's question and answer, Bolbo would still be a villain who would not hesitate to die.

Letting him go is the kindness and compassion of a Buddha.

"Where are you going next, Nero?"

Until then, Sugimoto Suzumi emerged from Nero's body.

Suzumi Suzumi knew how to measure, and she never appeared in front of Borbo from the beginning to the end, lest Borbo, a soft bone, be captured alive again and recruit some information that would be unfavorable to Nero—even if his own information would not be against him. What effect did Nero have.

Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what happens.

And now, Sugimoto Suzumi finally came out to vent.

"Polbo gave us a clue, so let's follow this clue to investigate."

"The boss's daughter named Trish Una?"

"Correct."

Suzumi Sugimoto can understand Italian.

Although she didn't learn it before her death, Suzumi Suzumi, who has been with Nero day and night for the past two years, has been working hard to learn Italian even though Nero is very accommodating to her and communicates with her in Japanese as much as possible.

As long as you don't encounter weird dialect accents, or someone who speaks fast, Suzumi Sugimoto can basically listen to her.

Nero continued.

"Polbo told a cadre named "Bellikero" to transfer Trish Una to a place that Porpo didn't even know about before he was laid down by me .In other words, as long as one finds this "Belikro", one can naturally find Trish Una.

"According to Polpo, Bellicro's "look" is not a very high-level secret in the enthusiasm, and most of the captains of the stand-in messenger team at Bugarati's level know each other. "

"That is to say, it is enough to find Bucciarati?"

"Correct!"

"If that's the case - my heart will last forever!"

In an instant, Suzumi Suzumi's double appeared beside the two.

The heads of Bugarati and others all appeared on the map, and they were reflected in the eyes of Nero and Suzumi.

A stand-in for the intelligence department is really convenient.

Nero took a deep breath.

"Set off--

"— Stairway to Heaven!"

The wind blew violently.

Nero Zeppelin soared over the city of Naples and headed straight for the Bugarati team.

After a while.

After crossing the whole of Naples and reaching the outskirts on the other side of the city, Nero landed slowly and embarked on a winding and twisting country road.

From time to time, the sound of the engine of the plane can be heard in the ears. On both sides of the road are cultivated fields that have not been planted, and not far in front is the hut of this farm.The head portraits of Bugarati and his party gathered there, and besides Bugarati and others, there was an unidentified black spot on Sugimoto Suzumi's stand-in.

Probably someone else from Bucciarati's team?thought Nero.

"You should hide for a while, Suzumi."

"Ok!"

Suzumi Sugimoto obediently got back into Nero's body.

buzzing.

The sound of the plane's engine was getting closer.

A rough off-road vehicle was driving on the cultivated land, heading straight towards Nero.And in the driver's seat of the off-road vehicle, Nero saw a black-haired boy.

I don't know the name.

But when Nero was peeping at Bucciarati outside the hotel, Nero had seen the young man, who was a member of Bucciarati's team.

"Hey! Big guy over there!

"This is not a reminder but an order, now leave in the direction you came, otherwise you will be "shot" in the next moment, okay?Do you hear me? "

The black-haired boy popped his head out of the window and stared fiercely at Nero on the road.

Nero shrugged.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm Nero Zeppelin, I'm here to see Bucciarati."

"... Nero Zeppelin?"

Naranja frowned, lost in thought.

Where did I hear this name?

Suddenly, Naranja suddenly realized.

"Ah! You're the rich bastard trying to poach Apache!"

"..."

Nero's mouth twitched.

Just scold me, can you keep it in your heart and don't say it?

"Wait a minute, Bugarati gave me the order to "disperse all people who approach here", but he didn't say what to do when you bastard came!You just wait for me where I am, and I will ask Bugarati what to do. If you dare to take a step forward without permission, I will kill you! "

"..."

Nero blinked.

This black-haired boy doesn't look too smart?

Forget it, too lazy to care.