Giorno watched Mista drag members of Bucciarati's Team into the helicopter one by one.
"Why are you just watching? Come and lend a hand!" Mista angrily shouted at Giorno, who was standing by.
Giorno expressionlessly turned his head, showing no intention of helping.
"You listen to me," Mista said, looking at Giorno's Dio-like expression, feeling a surge of anger.
"You're on the same boat as me now!"
"It's the same rope," Giorno coldly corrected him.
Betraying Bucciarati made Giorno a little displeased, mainly angry at Mista, but it didn't matter.
Although Mista was scummy, his actions were beneficial to him.
"I'm too lazy to argue with you, hurry up and get on the computer!" Mista said loudly.
"I don't know how to use that thing, aren't you good at studying?! Besides, I'm helping your brother and uncle now!"
As soon as Mista finished speaking, the computer screen suddenly lit up.
Giorno and Mista immediately looked at the computer alertly, a faint glow emanating from the green screen...
Giorno frowned, while Mista looked at the computer in confusion, muttering, "It's the Boss..."
Mista swallowed, his throat bobbing, and he gestured with his chin for Giorno to go and look.
Giorno relaxed his brow, finding it amusing.
It was just information from the boss, and it had already scared Mista?
Giorno walked to the computer, and Mista, who was carrying Fugo, also dropped him to the ground and ran behind Giorno.
— [Bucciarati, the Assassination Team didn't arrive at Olbia Airport, something must have happened.]
"— — Keep tracking them."
"I knew it!" Mista said excitedly. "Johnson Joffrey is a man of innate good luck; something unexpected must have prevented them from reaching Olbia Airport."
Giorno was noncommittal. He closed the webpage he used to contact the boss and skillfully logged onto the official intelligence network of the entire Passione organization.
He directly uploaded the intelligence of Bucciarati's team, simultaneously performing network decoding and cracking, obtaining much information about the Passione organization.
Mista watched, dazed, and finally saw Giorno input his own name.
"The Assassination Team aren't fools; they'll definitely see it," Giorno said.
"Well done!" Mista said excitedly. "I'll put in a good word for you in front of Johnson."
"I used your name."
"Uh, good... Huh?!" Mista looked at Giorno in surprise. "What do you mean?"
Giorno tilted his head, looking as if it were only natural. "You're the one betraying Bucciarati, not me."
"Then you should have used Bucciarati's name!" Mista stared at Giorno in astonishment. "You posted it on the intelligence network?"
"Yes," Giorno replied expressionlessly.
"So, the whole organization knows about me now?" Mista's eyes widened as he glared at Giorno.
Giorno struck the keyboard one last time, making a click, and said, "Yes!"
"!"
Mista was stunned.
In that instant, the entire organization knew I had betrayed them?!
"You f- ... You... Giorno Giovanna!" Mista raised his pistol, aiming it at Giorno, and said, "Are you getting back at me?"
Giorno stood up from the ground, hands in his pockets, looking expressionlessly at Mista. The dark muzzle pointed at Giorno, but the thirteen-year-old boy remained unfazed.
He looked at Mista with what seemed like compassion. "I ask you, after telling Johnson everything, what do you plan to do?"
Mista fell silent. Clearly, before he drugged Bucciarati, he hadn't thought so far ahead; he just couldn't bear to see Johnson Joffrey die.
He truly was a loyal and righteous person, so Giorno said, "When they wake up, you'll be thrown into the sea. After all, you can't fly a plane, and leaving this ice surface is impossible."
"Have you considered any of this?"
Giorno sighed silently to himself. Mista's actions truly amused him.
So Giorno said again, "I'm giving you a way out."
"?" What does he mean? Why don't I understand?
Mista looked up at Giorno, confused.
"I used your name to post the news of your betrayal of Bucciarati on the intelligence network. If Johnson Joffrey truly cares about you, he will likely accept you."
Giorno showed a subtle smile and said, "There's a dinghy on the helicopter; you can take it, but none of us know how far it is to the next land."
"If Johnson finds out you're on his side, he'll probably come to pick you up."
"This is your only chance to survive."
"!"
"However, there are two other possibilities," Giorno looked up, gently tapped his chin, and said with feigned distress, "One, Johnson Joffrey doesn't believe you at all and treats you as a fool or an enemy's trap. Two, the organization finds you before Johnson Joffrey and throws you into the sea."
Mista swallowed, and after thinking with his not-so-complex brain, he felt that what Giorno said made perfect sense.
"But," Mista didn't put down his gun and continued to point it at him, "you and I are in the same boat, no, we're grasshoppers on the same rope!"
Giorno couldn't help but chuckle, then suddenly picked up the cup next to him and, to Mista's shock, drank it all in one gulp.
"Not anymore," he said, spreading his hands.
"You... Giorno!!" Mista looked at Giorno in shock.
"Go do it quickly. I've already given all your information to the Assassination Team, and of course, the entire organization," Giorno said calmly. "You should leave by hovercraft immediately, otherwise the organization's speed is much faster than Johnson Joffrey's."
This way, I can gain Bucciarati's Team's trust and also transmit information to the Assassination Team. It's just sacrificing Mista. I can't be blamed, Giorno thought, this is the opportunity you gave me.
According to Giorno's observations, although Mista wanted to save Johnson, he didn't want to betray Bucciarati. Bucciarati's resolve had a great impact on him. Due to his simple nature, he integrated well into the team, so no one realized that Mista was the traitor.
Giorno, who truly admired Bucciarati, had instead become the prime suspect.
This way, Mista also "knocked" me out, so Fugo shouldn't say anything, right? Giorno thought. The information Mista transmitted could also allow the Assassination Team to preserve some information, at least they wouldn't be completely controlled by Moody Blues, right? Tomorrow, I still need to find a way to prevent Bucciarati from using Moody Blues to recreate tonight's events.
At the end of Giorno's consciousness, he recalled the glimpse of Johnson Joffrey he saw on Valedi Street.
This way, I can still give that guy, Johnson Joffrey, a chance to live. My parents, my origins, that guy can't die yet.
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The protagonist, Johnson, has not appeared in five chapters. This is the miraculous disappearance of a JOJO protagonist!