"Oh, right, Johnson!" Mista said excitedly, as the cool breeze on the beach accompanied his excited gaze at Johnson, "You probably don't know my ability yet."
"I really didn't expect that the ability you gave me would be best for assassination! This is simply a divine guidance!" He said, striking a flamboyant movie pose, "My ability is to manipulate bullets. You can call me the peerless assassin."
Johnson: "..."
Johnson was speechless for a moment, then said, "Explain clearly how you betrayed Bucciarati, and how you found me."
Johnson's words seemed to strike him. He was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm truly sorry, Johnson, I suggest I leave now."
"Why?"
"Didn't you see what Giorno posted on the intelligence network?" Mista asked in surprise. Could that kid Giorno have messed me up again?
"This island has no signal at all." Johnson frowned and pondered.
"This is your only chance to survive."
Mista recalled Giorno's words, and while contemplating, he pulled out a shrunken life raft from the helicopter. After pulling the air valve, it automatically inflated.
The valve, just big enough for one person, was pushed onto the sea surface. Suddenly remembering something, he turned his head and said to Giorno, "Giorno, do you think you can escape suspicion by drinking a sedative? Tomorrow, Moody Blues can still find out."
"I know," Giorno said. "Tomorrow, you won't see the ice here."
With that, he summoned Gold Experience and punched the ice surface. Half of the ice transformed into a large fish and sank to the bottom of the sea.
Let him repeat what? That was Mista's doing, Giorno shrugged, thinking to himself.
Staring dumbfounded at the innocent-looking Giorno, who was already starting to act, Mista couldn't help but want to punch him.
"Aren't you coming with me? Johnson Joffrey is an older brother!" Mista said on the sea surface.
Giorno remained silent.
This was also normal. What Giorno said was indeed correct. After all, they were two brothers who had never met, were half-siblings, and were currently opposing sides. If Giorno suddenly ran over to Johnson Joffrey and said, 'Brother, I'm your younger brother.'
This situation would be very strange for both parties. Moreover, Johnson was a member of the Assassination Team and had to be responsible for his comrades, and Giorno also had to be responsible for Bucciarati.
Wait, Giorno was just a turncoat, only wanting to get rid of the boss.
Eh, then didn't they have the same goal?
Thinking of this, Mista climbed up from the floating raft again, but he was already a bit far from the ice surface, and Giorno's medicine was starting to take effect.
He sighed, gazing at the vast sea, and began to worry about his future. This was already the deep sea, but Mista wasn't afraid of sharks or whales; instead, he was worried that he would never find land and, even more, that the organization would find him first.
However, Mista was naturally an optimist.
So he felt that, in a way, he had already achieved his great dream of becoming famous in Italy, because his betrayal was already known worldwide.
He even began to imagine the unknown boss in the darkness looking at his name, in a dark villa, gritting his teeth and saying:
"Careless, Mista, you really aren't a simple person."
Hahaha, just thinking about it made him want to laugh out loud.
Mista was immersed in his fantasy, drifting for over two hours, then heartlessly slept for a while. Looking at the motionless starry sky, he slowly began to fall into a daze.
After casually taking care of the three sharks that were tracking him, he looked at the fourth one tracking him and began to feel a subtle unease.
Feeling a bit anxious, he thought he might be targeted by enemies. If the organization found the information online, they would immediately send people to find Bucciarati. Their speed might be faster than Johnson's, and most importantly, Johnson might not come to save him.
So he started firing bullets in all directions. There were almost no obstacles on the sea surface, and besides air resistance and wind speed, bullets could fly very far. At the same time, his Stand could act as his eyes to see where there were islands.
"Then what happened, you already know," Mista replied. "NO.5 fell asleep on a bullet, dropped into the sea, was eaten by a fish, and then brought to your side by the fish."
"Ah, I truly am a man of innate good fortune!" Mista exclaimed.
Johnson took a deep breath and couldn't help but exclaim internally, "I truly am a man of innate good fortune! I was just worrying about not finding a breakthrough point for information."
"Thank you," Johnson said, placing his hand on Mista's shoulder. In reality, Mista was slightly taller than him.
Johnson Joffrey knew very well that this was now a different story. He didn't know if Mista was influenced by his villainous aura, but it was obvious that he greatly admired him now.
There was nothing he could do; he had to see through the pretense he had started, even if it brought tears to his eyes.
The current situation was very favorable for him to maintain his pretense. Because his italian was not good, he always remained silent, which naturally enhanced his mystique.
"Thank you for the intel. To join the Assassination Team, you need the captain's approval," Johnson said in a deep voice.
Johnson Joffrey looked at Melone, who was observing Mista with his arms crossed, remaining silent.
"Johnson, please let me join. I have nowhere else to go," Mista said, somewhat agitated.
Johnson Joffrey slightly raised his head and naturally said, "I know. I won't abandon you."
The helicopter's propellers spun continuously. Squalo looked down at the ice surface and said in a deep voice, "This ice surface was made by Ghiaccio. Land the helicopter down there." The strong winds from the helicopter stirred his clothes, and his sky-blue eyes seemed bright in the darkness.
His companion, Tiziano, naturally held onto him, worried he might fall.
The pilot maneuvered the helicopter to land on the ice. It bumped once upon landing. Squalo and Tiziano jumped out of the helicopter and walked to Bucciarati's Team's helicopter.
"Squalo, be careful."
Squalo nodded, peering through the helicopter window. The members of Bucciarati's Team were all sleeping soundly inside.
"Bucciarati!" Squalo punched the glass, then cursed in a low voice, "A bunch of idiots."
The information Giorno posted online did not reach Johnson Joffrey as smoothly as he had hoped. In fact, nothing in this world ever unfolds perfectly according to one's wishes.
This was because the island Johnson Joffrey was on had no internet, something Giorno would never have expected.
However, it was very easy for the organization to discover. Mista's grand declaration of betraying Bucciarati's Team online and fully joining the Assassination Team was seen by all gangs in Italy, except for the Assassination Team itself.
It was truly amusing.
Of course, Diavolo also found out. The reason the Assassination Team hadn't come to Olbia Airport was because the organization had Mista as a traitor. He immediately sent Tiziano and Squalo, who were still at Olbia Airport, to find Bucciarati. Fortunately, their helicopter had tracking equipment.
Tiziano walked behind Squalo, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said, "That traitor didn't kill them? That means the Assassination Team shouldn't be here; the traitor did it alone."
"If the Assassination Team had done it, Bucciarati would already be dead," Tiziano analyzed. "The inflatable boat on the helicopter was also taken. The traitor hasn't gone far. Tracking him now might lead us to the Assassination Team's location."
Tiziano leaned closer to Squalo and said, "This is the ocean, your domain. We just need to track him quietly."
Squalo glanced down at him, then looked out at the boundless ocean, extended his hand, and a shark flew from his hand, instantly plunging into the sea.
"Go, Clash!"