stand-in creed

"—One hundred dollars!"

"...?" Annasui frowned, "Is there any question?"

"It seems that you don't have much "vagrant experience", kid, after you fall asleep, all the homeless around here who find this "one hundred dollar bill" will try to steal it from your pants pocket.And all I have to do is take this one hundred dollar bill for myself before other homeless people do it——

"Let's play a game, kid."

"...?"

Annasui was a little confused, always feeling that something was wrong.

But the boy who had never experienced the hard work of making money thought that the hundred dollars was earned for nothing tonight anyway, and it seemed that it didn't matter if he gambled, so he nodded.

"Okay."

"Huh?"

"Besides, my name is not kid, but Anna Sui! What about you?"

"Me? No one cares what a homeless man's name is. If you have to say it, please call me "Debt Collector"——

"—Debt collector Marilyn Manson."

There was a gloomy expression on the homeless man's face.

15 minute later.

On the bench by the basketball court, Nero was sleeping, and Mista was guarding the surroundings with a gun.

However, at the next moment, Mista saw an astonishing scene—the boy Annasu who had led the way to the basketball court earlier returned.

Annasui was covered in blood.

The left eye became a bloody hole, and the body was stained red with blood, breaking a big hole.And the ghost-like figure following him was gently pinching two things in his claw-like hands——

an eyeball.

a kidney.

"boss!"

Mista yelled immediately, aiming the pistol at the double next to the bloody Annasuu.No need to think about it, this kid was kidnapped.

The only thing that confuses Mista is the number displayed on the goggles with the eyes of this humanoid double——

$ 10,000,000,000.

"... Ten billion? U.S. dollars?"

Giorno and Kakyoin also closed their eyes and meditated, and looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

what's the situation?

Nero also sat up early, looking at the enemy in front of him.

Before Jonathan could ask, the double over there was the first to explain.

"The young man beside me, Narusiso Annasu, made a bet with my body, and after losing a hundred dollars to you——Nero Qibelin, I proposed to bet on his eyes to win back the one hundred dollars. One hundred dollars, he thought that the main body was joking and agreed to gamble, but he didn't expect that he really lost one eye.

"To win back his eyes, he lost another kidney.

"Then Annasui accepted a bet that was set a little higher, and it was set to an amount that no rich person can really use money to solve. Of course, Annasui lost again! And I Will be responsible for recovering this debt for Ontology.

"Under normal circumstances, I would dig up all the salable organs on his body and sell them on the black market, but this time Mr. Annasui's gambling debts are really too much. In order to recover as much as possible for the creditor—my body To return the debt, I accepted Ontology's suggestion and came to try my luck——

"Would you like to take over this debt of "tens of billions of dollars" and save this innocent child who got too close to you and was involved in a war between stand-in messengers, Nero Zeppelin?

"Of course it is impossible to expect you to pay this amount of money. Ontology has set this price with the mentality that even you or the SPW consortium will never be able to afford this huge sum of money. So when you take this huge bet Debt, you can repay this huge sum of money through "gambling". The specific form of gambling can be discussed by both of us before making a decision——

"That's what I'm Marilyn Manson the debt collector. "

The debt collector explained seriously.

It was the first time for everyone to see such a stand-in who introduced his abilities in a serious manner.

Giorno had a strange expression on his face: "Simply put, it is the ability to gut the person who owes you money if you can't repay the money owed to your body?"

Mista was extremely confused: "So if I understand correctly... are you going to force us gangsters to act bravely by kidnapping hostages?

"And because our boss is really rich, your body is worried that the boss will really be able to afford so much money after the amount is set low, so you just wrote a lot of zeros without thinking, forcing the boss and your The main body gambled? Then use the gamble to take out the boss's internal organs?

"Your main body is really... very painstaking."

As Mista spoke, he couldn't help feeling pity in his tone.

Kakyoin also understood: "The conditions for the ability to activate are harsh, and you must gamble. It just so happens that the most important thing Nero lacks is money, and he has never been involved in the bad habit of gambling...not to mention anything else. Under the supervision of Ms. Sugimoto Don’t talk about stumbling one of us secretly, you can’t even get close to us—the fact that your body doesn’t dare to appear in front of our eyes is the best proof.”

Giorno thought about it, and asked tentatively: "Is Pucci... actually useless? I stayed in Cairo for a while and met many of my father's subordinates through replays. Since that Enrique Pucci is my father's best friend, and he should have quite a few available subordinates—at least it must be a Disc, isn't it?"

"...I'm only responsible for debt collection." The debt collectors are too lazy to care about these things, and just state the facts as a matter of course, which seems quite boring.

Immediately, the debt collector turned his attention to Nero: "So what is your answer, Nero Zeppelin? Do you want to gamble to pay off the gambling debt for this young man, or watch this young man being scooped up by me in an instant? Organs, died in front of you?"

Annasui didn't speak, but she kept switching back and forth between the debt collector and Nero with somewhat excited and curious eyes in fear.

Nero noticed the gaze and raised his eyebrows.

Immediately sat up from the bench.

"Before I answer your question, let me test something."

"……test?"

The debt collector froze for a moment.

However, in the next second, the dazzling golden light came into the eyes of the debt collector.

"—Golden Cutter."

Whoosh!

The golden knife fell on the debt collector with precision.

And then—nothing happened.

Nero frowned: "In these years, it's becoming popular to have substitutes that won't get hurt?"

This is true of the rumored Dragon Dream.

The same is true of debt collectors in front of them.

The debt collector said seriously: "It's useless. Annasui lost the gambling and owed a huge amount of gambling debts, so he feels guilty, and I am the "reflection of Annasuu's heart" produced by this guilt, Nero · Zeppelin.So you can't hurt me. "

"You just said that you are the inner reflection of Annasui's "guilt"? "Nero's eyes lit up.

"Is there any problem?" The debt collector didn't think there was any problem with these words.

"The last question. After the gambling debt is cleared, will you return to the main body?" Nero touched his chin.

"of course."

The debt collector nodded, but felt that Nero had a lot of problems.

Nero sighed, it's great that Stairway to Heaven is a stand-in who can't speak and use his own brain.

"Since Puqi hasn't sent anyone else over tonight, and you are an uninjured substitute, and the main body is hiding in a corner because of its long enough range and is unwilling to show up, I will play with you for a while. After all Apache is not here, I have to ask you as a substitute later——

"Show us a way."

Chapter 30 The Debt Collector Marilyn Manson Part Three

In Nero's eyes, the double of the debt collector has nothing to do with the word "powerful", and he can't feel the slightest sense of oppression from it.What really troubled Nero was that this deep characteristic prevented him from forcibly killing the double, and he didn't know where the opponent's body was hiding, so he could only act according to the rules of the opponent's double.

It doesn't seem to have to do what the other party says.

Even as long as he is ruthless and ignores the life and death of this little devil named Narusiso Annasu, the debt collector doesn't even have the ability to force Nero to gamble with him.But even so, Nero still accepted the opponent's provocation.

'I, Nero Zeppelin, not only want to win, but I also want to break the opponent's back while winning. This is the creed I have been pursuing in my life for nearly 30 years! '

Nero thought so.

But at the same time, Nero did not let down his vigilance.

'This double cannot be attacked.

'But even if it couldn't be attacked, it didn't rush up with its fists waving when its body was already hidden. In other words, it did have certain "restrictions", perhaps it was debt collection in its mouth.But this is just what it said, not the conclusion I witnessed, after all——

'The intelligence spoken by the enemy is not intelligence at all, it may be misleading.

'Be a little more cautious...'

Nero thought so.

At the same time, the debt collector pointed to Nero: "Nero Zeppelin, are you sure you want to repay this boy's debt and repay the tens of billions of dollars and this eyeball through "gambling"?" , a gambling debt for a kidney? ! "

"Clarify the rules first, debt collector." Nero also looked directly at the enemy in front of him, "How do you bet, and who do you bet with? Is it with your substitute, or with your real body?"

"Of course it's my body—I'm only responsible for collecting debts for the body!"

The debt collector said of course.

Immediately afterwards, the debt collector took out a mobile phone that was on call from Annasui's pocket, pressed the speakerphone, and released his own voice.

"How you want to bet, Nero Zeppelin."

The debt collector stood one step away from Nero, holding his mobile phone seriously, playing the voice of the main body for Nero.

If there are people who don't know, they may think that the debt collector is Nero's substitute.

"I should ask you this question, Mr. Nameless Substitute Messenger—may I ask if you were a professional gambler before Puqi put him on Disc?"

"……Um?"

The other end of the phone hesitated.

Nero calmly threatened the other side: "13 years ago, one of the best gamblers on the planet, Daniel J. Darby, lost to me. Since you want to beat me through gambling, at least You have to have the confidence to surpass Darby, do you have it?"

"..."

The body on the other end of the phone fell silent.

Darby?

Who is this, have you never heard of it?

After a moment of silence, the man said: "I don't care about Darby or not, but since you want me to bet with you, then bet on what I am best at - I often play a game with prisoners in prison. The game is called Russian Roulette. Since you are a mafia, you should know this game too, right?"

"Of course I know. Only one bullet is loaded in the magazine of the revolver, and the two sides take turns shooting at each other's temples. It's a desperate competition to see whose brain is sicker."

Although those who dare to play this kind of game are indeed courageous to some extent.

But compared to courage, Nero felt that he should see a psychiatrist rather than praise this courage.

Nero's expression was a bit subtle: "So you want to play Russian roulette with me, and you're still on the phone?"

"That's right, because I'm separated by the phone, the rules of roulette have to be changed slightly—after all, as you said, those who point their guns at their own heads are desperate idiots, so I never It won’t end by itself, it will only let the prisoners play this kind of game with each other!”

"So you're a prison guard."

"Yes."

The real body of the debt collector, the homeless man who entrapped Annasuu was not a real homeless man, but a prison guard at Green Dolphin Street Prison.

Pucci's subordinates.

But that doesn't matter.

What matters is what the prison guard said next: "So don't you think it's unfair, Nero Zebelin. Narusiso Annasuh is a stranger to you who has only spoken a few words. People, don’t you think it’s inappropriate to take a gambling debt that killed you in good faith for such a person?”

"so?"

Nero set his sights on Anasuu.

At least this sentence, Nero agrees.

"Nero Zeppelin, your Stairway to Heaven has the highest level of precision. If it were you, you would be able to easily control the strength of the "rotary wheel" and let the bullet follow the "number" you imagined. Shot - it's as if you must be able to control the heads and tails of the coin toss at will!

"You turn the wheel, let the bullet stop at the position of the "sixth shot", and then hand the gun to this kid named Annasuu——

"He put the muzzle of the gun against his own temple with his own hands, and pulled the trigger "five times" in a row.

"You lose when the muzzle leaves the temple.

"If you shoot more than 30 seconds between shots, you lose.

"Or——you loaded the wrong bullet, and he blows his head off, and you lose."