Ghiaccio looked at Johnson with a blank expression, then at Illuso, who was piloting the plane. The two of them were still engrossed in their debate about some kind of demon.
His heart was strongly shaken. He knew Illuso had gone to college, and it was even a flight school.
But he had no idea that Melone had also gone to college, and that Melone could even discuss some kind of demon with Johnson... The difference between Ghiaccio and Narancia was that Narancia dared to admit he had only finished elementary school, while Ghiaccio couldn't. He was always that idiot who, no matter what happened or how others treated him, looked like 'you owe me five million dollars'.
Ghiaccio was more like a combination of Fugo and Narancia, the culmination of both their flaws (irascibility and idiocy).
"I'm not illiterate! I went up to high school, alright!!!" Ghiaccio yelled at Melone.
"Alright, alright!" Melone said with a perfunctory smile, "High schooler Ghiaccio!"
"Hey! Melone!! I think you're insu..."
"Wait, that's not right!" Ghiaccio suddenly seemed to remember something and grabbed Johnson next to him. Johnson was forced to meet his gaze in surprise. He looked at Johnson seriously, "You..."
"...are a middle schooler, right?!" Ghiaccio said loudly.
Johnson Joffrey fell into a memory. Four months ago, he was indeed a university graduate, but now he had become a middle schooler.
Before crossing over, he was a thirty-year-old ordinary office worker, but at least he had gone to university, though it was a common major like financial management that was a popular trend, and it was just an ordinary university.
Ah, what an ordinary person's life. If only he hadn't crossed over... but now he really was a middle schooler.
Damn it! My behavior is not at all like a middle schooler! No wonder Prosciutto has always been suspicious of me.
"I used to like physics and related subjects," Johnson Joffrey answered honestly. However, maxwell's demon was not something difficult to understand; he had heard of it in high school. Besides, entropy increase should be common physical knowledge, like universal gravitation, right?
Even I, a business major, know about it.
"Is that so?" Ghiaccio asked in surprise.
Inside the plane, which had just taken off, the air was filled with cheer. At an altitude of ten thousand meters, stars could still be seen dotting the vast universe above... "How much longer until Olbia?" Risotto asked Illuso.
"Less than half an hour left."
"Why did you decide to go to Olbia?" Prosciutto asked, looking at Risotto.
They were already used to obeying Risotto's orders, but Prosciutto still naturally asked Risotto.
Johnson Joffrey could only recall that the boss's hometown was in Sardinia; he knew nothing else.
So, where exactly in Sardinia was the boss's hometown?
Sardinia has three airports in total, and their private jet could only land at an airport, so choosing which one was quite a headache.
After all, Sardinia is Italy's second-largest island.
"I'm guessing," Risotto replied seriously, looking straight ahead.
Ah, Captain, your confident 'clueless' mode is also very dashing.
An Italian port city located on the northeast coast of Sardinia, bordering the Gulf of Olbia in the Tyrrhenian Sea.
With a population of only 26,000, it is a commercial center and fishing port, with cork processing as its main industry.
Johnson Joffrey only felt that the name Olbia was familiar; could it be that Risotto had guessed correctly? That place was Diavolo's true hometown.
Tsk, I still need to find a way, continue to think of a way to tell the Assassination Team about Diavolo's information.
"Captain!" Melone suddenly said, "I think arriving directly at the airport is a bit too high-profile."
"Hmm? Illuso said that an emergency landing nearby would be even more high-profile," Prosciutto interjected.
"Yes, both are very high-profile," Melone said, closing his laptop. "I've always been curious about one thing."
Everyone's attention was focused on Melone.
He began to analyze, "BOSS doesn't know that Polpo told us his hometown is in Sardinia; we just betrayed him."
"Perhaps he knows, you're not unfamiliar with the boss's influence in Italy," Formaggio retorted.
"No, he doesn't know, at least before we left Naples, he didn't know," Melone affirmed. "If he knew, he wouldn't have given the order that whoever caught us could become an executive."
"Because that would completely expose us to the organization's scrutiny, and then our escape route would also be exposed; people would always wonder why we were going back to Sardinia."
"The boss wouldn't make such a foolish mistake," Melone stood up and said seriously, "He would make this mistake because he simply doesn't know we're going to Sardinia. After all, Johnson killing Polpo was too sudden. He might just think we couldn't tolerate the captain's nephew almost being killed, or the low wages."
"However, after we changed planes, given the boss's shrewdness, he should be correcting his mistake, and when I just invaded the intelligence exchange network, I found that our information is no longer being updated."
"Because the boss is compensating for his mistake, and to compensate for his mistake, what would he do?" Melone asked.
"He would immediately promote a new executive," Prosciutto immediately replied, "to let the craze for us pass, and to make our destination, Sardinia, disappear from everyone's sight."
Silence fell inside the plane; what Melone said made perfect sense.
The boss would absolutely not be a fool.
"So what do we do now? Are we still going to Olbia?" Formaggio asked.
"Yes, of course we're going," Risotto ordered, and at the same time asked everyone, "Is there anyone in Naples who could fill an executive position?"
The members of the Assassination Team were silent, indicating they didn't know.
Johnson felt as if struck by lightning; one person came to his mind.
—Bucciarati.
Since the plot had been completely altered, Johnson temporarily set aside Bucciarati's Team's matters. Giorno had already appeared, so joining Bucciarati's Team was not an impossible feat.
Meeting Mista in the sewers, Giorno had awakened Gold Experience ahead of time.
Johnson Joffrey looked up at the dark blue sky and couldn't help but sigh... Is destiny unbreakable?
Moreover, if Bucciarati offered Polpo's assets, then he might become a capo. At least in the original story, he did.
According to Melone's analysis, the boss urgently needed someone to take on the role of a new capo... and Bucciarati was a good fit.
Then, the unmelted ice surface would surely be discovered by him. If it were anyone else, it might be fine, but it was Bucciarati.
Damn it, he has Moody Blues! That Stand can replay all of Assassination Team's actions on the ice surface... Johnson couldn't help but clench his fists, calming his breathing slightly. He must remind everyone and let them know about Bucciarati's Team.
After all, it's Bucciarati; we'll fall at his hands.
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