The helicopter's rotating blades made a huge, ear-splitting noise. Bucciarati's Team had to put on noise-canceling headphones. As the helicopter door opened, Bucciarati's white suit flapped in the strong wind.
"It's an ice surface below!" Narancia cupped his hands to his mouth like a megaphone and shouted loudly into Bucciarati's ear because the helicopter noise was too loud.
Bucciarati looked solemnly at the ice surface, frozen solid a hundred meters below, and remained silent.
"Abbacchio, land! Get onto the ice!" Bucciarati shouted loudly.
Abbacchio's Stand, Moody Blues, could be called a true real-time repeater. The Boss also seemed to understand Abbacchio's ability, so this helicopter had already been to Sardinia once, and it had written on it: "Revert to 72 hours ago."
Abbacchio adjusted Moody Blues's movements, and the helicopter began to descend. As it descended, they could feel the cold air from the ice surface.
The sun had completely set below the horizon, bidding its last glimpse to the human world before departing. The entire sea surface, accompanied by a moon without light and dim stars, exuded a mysterious dark blue.
The moment he jumped onto the ice, Narancia couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking incredulously at the vast, endless ice surface. Through the ice, he could even see fish frozen instantly below, seemingly still active from before they were frozen.
"Damn it..." Fugo suppressed his body's trembling. "Did they build an airport here? Tsk, I knew these guys were strong."
Even Giorno couldn't help but look at the ice surface in shock, thinking to himself, "Are these guys invincible?!"
"Can Ghiaccio's ability really achieve this much?" Abbacchio hesitated.
"It's hard to say, you know that a Stand has its limits," Bucciarati said thoughtfully. "But this is indeed spectacular."
Following Bucciarati's gaze, he saw a spectacular runway. Bucciarati raised his hand and used the space between his index finger and thumb to measure it.
"It must be nearly 3000 meters, right?" he said.
Fugo crouched down and tapped the ice. "The thickness is exaggerated too. If it's this level of cooling, it's like a divine intervention."
"Is it Johnson Joffrey?" Giorno suddenly spoke. "If his ability can absorb energy, can he also help his teammates?"
"Possibly," Bucciarati replied. "In that case, his role in the team is a support character."
"I can feel that he's no longer here." Giorno walked to the airplane's wheel marks, touching them as he spoke. "He should have left almost half an hour ago; he'll be in Sardinia soon."
Ever since it was discovered that Giorno could sense Johnson Joffrey's whereabouts, Giorno was practically the Assassination Team's human detection radar.
"As long as I'm within a one-kilometer radius of Johnson Joffrey, I can accurately pinpoint his location and direction," Giorno said. "Maybe he really is my brother."
"!"
"I've thought about it carefully. My father passed away not long after I was born," Giorno said. "So, he could be my older brother."
"The closer I get, the more I feel the wonder of blood ties." Giorno stood up from the ice runway and said to Bucciarati's Team members, "From the moment I saw him on Valedi Street, I understood, but I just didn't dare to believe it. Today at the airport, I felt which plane he was on."
"This feeling can't be wrong."
"Was my analysis really correct?!" Narancia's eyes widened excitedly, then Fugo casually gave him a rap on the head and glared at him.
Bucciarati sighed silently, looking at Giorno. He wondered about this teenager who joined the gang today, was about to face a life-or-death trial, and at the same time learned that his opponent might be his half-brother.
You must be very tired, Giorno.
You must be looking forward to having a brother, right?
The air was silent for a while. Mista hesitated, "So, how do you plan to face Johnson?"
"Hm?" Giorno looked up at Mista, tilted his head, showed his usual smile, and said, "How else can I face him?"
"Although he and I are brothers, we are not born of the same mother. My biological father was not a good person; I am clear about that," Giorno said with a calm tone. He could no longer deceive himself about putting his father's only remaining photo in his wallet and hoping for his biological father due to his stepfather's neglect and abuse... I can no longer lie to myself.
"There's no emotional foundation; it's more like items produced in the same factory. That's the relationship between me and Johnson Joffrey."
The wind on the sea was a bit strong. His sorrowful sob, which he couldn't hide in his calmness, was scattered by the wind, leaving only the strength of this thirteen-year-old boy.
Now, Johnson Joffrey is like a desperate man; talking about family affection with him is like sending him to his death.
"Well, since that's the case..." Mista, quite unreasonably, interrupted, "Let's... continue our investigation."
Fugo frowned, secretly cursing Mista for being an emotional idiot in his heart. Giorno was clearly pretending to be strong, wasn't he?
"Abbacchio," Bucciarati commanded as if he were heartless, "Find a position and rewind to 45 minutes ago. Let's see what they actually said."
Abbacchio looked at Bucciarati with a slight surprise. He had thought Bucciarati would comfort Giorno, but he didn't; instead, he continued with the work unfeelingly.
Compared to shattering the boy's pretense of strength, allowing him to grow on his own seemed much wiser.
Giorno is not the kind of person who would stop pursuing his dreams for a bit of emotion. For him, being a gang superstar is the pursuit of life.
Moody Blues appeared beside Abbacchio, then casually walked to a position, and the timer-like object on its forehead began to rewind.
Moody Blues is arguably the best Stand for gathering intelligence. Unfortunately, the Assassination Team's original intelligence gatherers, Sorbet and Gerard, have already been sliced up. If the Boss understood Abbacchio's ability, then he certainly had his own considerations.
Whether for gathering intelligence or tracking enemies, Moody Blues is the only choice.
Before long, Moody Blues began to change its form, revealing a familiar face.
"It looks like we're very lucky; we found the captain right away!"
Abbacchio watched as his Moody Blues transformed into Risotto Nero, the captain of the Assassination Team, and couldn't help but feel a little joyful.
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