"Achoo!!!"
Pesci suddenly sneezed loudly. He looked at the surrounding seawater, wiggled his feet, which were stepping on ice. His feet were aching from the cold of the ice. He wanted to stomp his feet, but he felt that doing so would damage his gangster image, especially since no one else was stomping.
"Achoo!!!"
Pesci suddenly sneezed loudly. He looked at the surrounding seawater, wiggled his feet, which were stepping on ice. His feet were aching from the cold of the ice. He wanted to stomp his feet, but he felt that doing so would damage his gangster image, especially since no one else was stomping.
"I'm just asking why the plane exploded?" Prosciutto looked at Johnson Joffrey angrily. "You did it, didn't you?"
"Huh? Don't wrongly accuse Johnson, why would he blow up a plane!" Ghiaccio was completely enveloped in White Album, and the two cat ears on his head seemed to move.
Johnson Joffrey said seriously, "I don't know." At the same time, he showed a puzzled expression. "It seems the enemy also planted a bomb on this plane."
"Prosciutto, why do you think Johnson blew up the plane? Why would he do that?" Melone asked.
Indeed, besides Prosciutto, no one else suspected Johnson Joffrey.
The most important thing for a team is mutual trust.
Besides, there was no reason. Apart from Prosciutto's baseless suspicion, Johnson Joffrey absolutely had no motive.
Prosciutto dangerously narrowed his eyes. "Then why did you stop Pesci from going to the bathroom?!"
"Because I forgot to flush the toilet," Johnson Joffrey said calmly.
"..."
The Assassination Team was shocked.
"Eh?! It's really true!! My deduction was correct!"
Everyone took turns mocking and teasing Johnson, and then said nothing more.
"Come to think of it, would the enemy just give us a plane for free?" Formaggio echoed.
"Illuso, check our current position," Risotto said, ending everyone's chatter.
Illuso stood up from the ice, looked at the computer, and said, "We should be... in the waters near Tavolara Island."
"Tavolara Island..." Risotto looked at the dark sea, silently repeating the name. "It seems to be a place with only a few households."
"Yes, before World War II, they still grew some grains, but after World War II, people seem to have moved away," Illuso said. "If we go from here, using Ghiaccio's ability, it would take at least half an hour."
"Then I estimate Pesci and Johnson will have to cooperate," Melone said, hands on his hips.
Going into the water again? I really am... my ability's mobility is too poor... As Johnson Joffrey was lamenting internally, Risotto looked at him deeply, then sighed in his heart, and then looked at the boundless black sea.
Johnson Joffrey took off his shirt, preparing to go into the water. At this moment, Prosciutto walked behind him, grabbed his shoulder with the star-shaped birthmark, and whispered into his ear:
"You blew up the plane, I know, but I'll be watching you."
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[Excellent, you've done very well.]
[You've provided crucial intelligence, I will immediately send elites to Olbia.]
[Bucciarati, you really haven't disappointed me.]
Bucciarati looked at the green glowing words appearing on the dark screen, feeling a little uneasy.
"I really didn't expect it! The Boss personally gave us orders!" Narancia exclaimed excitedly, eyes wide.
Bucciarati's Team's final decision was to release all the intelligence they knew to the Boss who was in the darkness.
This matter could not be decided solely by Bucciarati, as it concerned the lives of everyone in the squad. Therefore, in the end, everyone except Giorno agreed to hand over the Assassination Team's intelligence to the Boss.
Bucciarati, of course, understood Giorno's intentions. He undoubtedly hoped to either ally with the Assassination Team or see both the Assassination Team and the Boss suffer mutual destruction.
If he had analyzed the situation rationally, with his intellect and captivating charm, he might have been able to persuade one or two people. However, now, the irrefutable evidence was that Johnson Joffrey was Giorno Giovanna's older brother.
Giorno was cut off to the side. He stood at the edge of the ice, gazing at the dark sea.
Giorno had always possessed the ability to make people gravitate towards him. Although he was very young, he had high emotional intelligence and exuded a maturity beyond his age. These insights and broad perspectives, however, became an obstacle to his integration into the entire team.
This was because Mista, with his simpler personality, was evidently more likable.
Unlike the original story, Giorno did not participate in the search for Polpo's treasure this time, which meant he had not yet had more opportunities to integrate with the team.
It was clearly not so easy to make the entire team entrust their lives to him.
The most awkward thing was that he seemed to have intricate connections with the enemy.
The others excitedly stood in front of the computer, looking at the Boss's message, which had always been captivating. Mista glanced at Giorno, who stood at the edge with his back to everyone.
While no one was paying attention, Mista slowly walked towards Giorno, his gaze shifting. "Hey, Giorno!" Mista whispered as he approached Giorno, then began to unzip his pants.
Giorno watched in shock as Mista pulled out his 'thing'.
Giorno: "!"
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just here to pee." Mista smiled and waved his hand.
Giorno's mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed, glancing at Bucciarati and the others in the distance, then said, "What do you want to tell me?"
"You're Johnson Joffrey's brother, aren't you?" Mista asked in a low voice.
Giorno looked at the dark sea in the distance, remained silent for a moment, then spoke, "I should be, but I don't know if he knows."
"But I can feel him, and he can feel me. This afternoon on Valedi Street, he did see me."
"Bucciarati actually gave all the Assassination Team's intelligence to the Boss!" Mista exclaimed, his gaze also turning to the dark sea.
"Actually?" Giorno keenly caught the key word in Mista's remark.
He frowned slightly, his gaze drifting to Mista beside him.
The reason Giorno didn't want to give the intelligence to the Boss was because he wanted to oppose the Boss. However, Bucciarati had somewhat disappointed him, as Bucciarati still harbored trust in the Boss. He believed that he could prohibit the sale of dupin to minors without opposing the Boss.
Because in his view, not selling dupin to minors was a very correct and righteous thing, and he believed the Boss would also approve of it.
So, as long as he climbed high enough, gaining the Boss's trust like Pericolo, he could achieve his dream.
Logically, this was fine, and Giorno should have had similar thoughts. However, due to some extremely baseless suspicion and distrust, he believed Bucciarati was still too naive.
Moreover, he also believed that the Assassination Team's betrayal was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to overthrow the Boss.
The kind that wouldn't come again.
After all, Giorno Giovanna was born a rebel, a thoroughbred Joestar, filled with the Golden Spirit.
Backstabbing the boss was as simple as drinking water or eating a meal.
So, what does Mista want with me?
Mista integrated into the team much earlier than Giorno because he was relatively simple-minded and seemed to only be looking for a meal ticket. Such an guileless person was naturally more popular.
"Isn't your goal to ally with the Assassination Team?"
Giorno: "!"
I don't have such an idea, Giorno thought to himself. I just want the Assassination Team and the Boss to suffer mutual destruction.
"I'm going to give the Assassination Team a hand."
Giorno was truly shocked. Mista's disguise was too good, wasn't it? So, you're the mole?
"Bucciarati is really good, if only he wasn't going against Johnson Joffrey," Mista whispered, glancing at Bucciarati and the others who were busy waiting for the Boss's mission.
"You're going too far, aren't you?" Giorno looked at Mista in disbelief.
Mista sighed and said resolutely, "Johnson Joffrey is my savior. In my hometown, harming one's savior is even worse than 4."
"Bucciarati is a really good person. Originally, I did want to follow him," Mista said with some regret, "but I absolutely cannot harm Johnson Joffrey!"
"He saved me, and he made me a Stand User!"
"I'm going to help him, it's that simple."
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Mista: Didn't expect this, did you, Bucciarati! The betrayer is me, Mista!