"So, besides us, everyone else knows you betrayed the organization and joined our Assassination Team!" Illuso said in surprise.
Mista seemed a little nervous and nodded vigorously.
"Ho ho! Are you an idiot?" Formaggio immediately replied, crossing his arms.
"Hey! Who could have expected something like this!!" Mista retorted loudly, "Besides, I was also tricked by Giorno."
"You're too weak, you can't join, and your identity is suspicious," Ghiaccio said bluntly.
"Captain," Johnson Joffrey said, leaning against the window, "I trust Mista's character, and he has brought us important intelligence."
"Yes, yes, yes," Mista quickly nodded, "That's right, I've figured out about seventy to eighty percent of Bucciarati's Team's abilities."
"Hmm," Johnson Joffrey suddenly interjected, "Mista has already told me everything he knows."
Huh? Mista was suddenly a little surprised. He had indeed had a private chat with Johnson just now, but he hadn't told him any information about Bucciarati's Team. He was planning to say it himself to make a good impression in front of Risotto and the other team members. Why would Johnson say that?
Johnson walked behind Mista, placed his hand on the back of his chair, and tapped his back without changing his expression.
What does he mean? What does Johnson mean? Mista was somewhat surprised, but he remained calm, deciding to listen to Joffrey first.
"The ones pursuing us are Bucciarati's Team. He has a Stand User named Abbacchio whose Stand is Moody Blues, which can replay past scenes. He has already replayed our conversation on the ice and fully understands our intelligence."
"What?!"
Mista: "!"
The Assassination Team looked at Johnson in surprise, not noticing the equally astonished Mista.
The Assassination Team was surprised because their intelligence had been leaked, while Mista was surprised because he hadn't told Joffrey any of that information at all.
How did he know?!
While everyone was surprised, Johnson Joffrey tapped Mista's back again, urging him to calm down, and at the same time injected energy into him to help him control his emotions better.
Mista was completely baffled. He didn't like to think about complex things, but he decided to listen to Johnson. There must be a reason for Johnson to do this, and he couldn't speak out of turn and ruin his important plan.
But how did he know this information?!
"If it's Bucciarati's Team, their information can be found," Melone said, frowning, trying to hide his anger, as their abilities were now completely exposed to the enemy.
A Stand User is most powerful when the enemy doesn't know his abilities.
"Before the betrayal, we weren't completely clueless. We, the Assassination Team, had investigated the abilities of some of the more important Stand Users under Polpo, the Boss's Bodyguard Team," Melone said, "Should I retrieve Bucciarati's Team's information now? It will take a little time, though."
Risotto nodded.
At this moment, Johnson spoke again without changing his expression, "There's no time. Mista can tell us all of this directly, and we have more important things to do."
"Because Mista has also brought several other, even more important pieces of information—"
"Regarding the Boss's daughter and the Boss's true identity."
Assassination Team: "!"
Mista: "!" Why the hell don't I remember telling him all this?! How would I know the Boss's true identity?? And I only know about Moody Blues's ability?!
Calm down, Mista! Mista told himself, this is your test. Johnson truly isn't simple; he seems to know everything.
Oh!! I get it!
Johnson can't properly convey his information to the Assassination Team, so he wants to use my ability?
Although Mista joined Bucciarati's Team, Stand Users don't easily display their abilities unless they trust each other to the extreme.
But Moody Blues is different. As soon as they got on the plane, the Boss's message directly told him to use Moody Blues to pilot the helicopter, so Abbacchio's ability couldn't be hidden at all.
Therefore, Mista only knew about Moody Blues's ability. His so-called critical intelligence was just Moody Blues's ability and that Bucciarati's Team was tracking them.
"Mista said that the enemy already knows we plan to go to Olbia, so we are safest on this island right now."
"But," Johnson's tone was calm and smooth, showing no sign of lying, "Mista said that the Boss's daughter is on Sardinia, and the Boss's daughter is the only breakthrough to finding the Boss's identity."
"!"
The Assassination Team fell silent, mainly because the information was too shocking. In this world, intelligence is too important.
"Then we've already delayed for so long, and the Boss knows we're in Sardinia, so he should have already taken his daughter away," Formaggio said.
"Even the Boss doesn't know where his daughter is, but the Boss's daughter is named Trish," Johnson Joffrey said seriously, then turned to look at Mista, asking earnestly, "Did I say it completely, Mista?"
Crap (italian), I have no idea what you're talking about, okay?
Mista looked at Johnson Joffrey's calm, crimson eyes, which were like a still lake, and suddenly a thick sense of fear emerged from the bottom of his heart. This fear attached to his original admiration, transforming into a brand new feeling—awe.
Johnson knows everything.
Thinking of this, Mista calmed down again, then said in a serious voice: "Yes, Joffrey is right. Besides that, the person the Boss sent to find his daughter is Pericolo!"
Johnson was also surprised. Mista, your cooperation with me is incredibly tacit agreement! Are you the assist sent to us by Heaven?
All members of the Assassination Team were dumbfounded.
After a while, Risotto's tone returned to calm. He said, "Thank you, Mista, the information you provided is very important and has given our team a new direction."
"It's great to be able to help everyone," Mista said, then he stood up coolly, "I have repaid Johnson's kindness to me, and now I must go."
Under the gaze of the Assassination Team, Mista slowly walked towards the door.
Why aren't they calling me back?? Mista thought in surprise, I'm almost at the door!!
"Mr. Mista."
That's great!
"Didn't you just say you wanted to join the Assassination Team?" Risotto suddenly said, "And now you're being hunted by the organization because you revealed information to our Assassination Team. For this reason alone, we must protect you."
"This is our Assassination Team's gang rule."
Risotto answered word by word, like a warm current flowing into Mista's heart. He was so touched he could cry, okay?
At this moment, Prosciutto suddenly spoke with confidence, "There's one thing I don't understand. As an ordinary team member, why do you know so much information?"
Johnson's face was calm, but in his heart, he had cursed Prosciutto ten thousand times. Why does this bastard always target me? Oh no, I've said too much, and it has indeed aroused suspicion. How am I going to bluff my way through this time?
Just as Johnson was anxious, Mista suddenly snorted disdainfully, striking a cool, emotionless assassin pose. He lowered his voice, cold and ruthless, and twirled his gun in a Western cowboy style—
"I, Guido Mista, am a born assassin. Did you think I was just an ordinary thug?"
Prosciutto was stunned for a moment, then, left speechless, he could only believe him.
Johnson: I've decided, Mista, from now on, you are my brother!