"I, Guido Mista, am a born assassin. Did you think I was just an ordinary thug?"
Mista's tone was relaxed, his voice low, imbued with the arrogance and composure of an assassin. To boost his own image, he performed what he considered a cool move, leaving the Assassination Team dumbfounded.
Prosciutto was stunned, and then his suspicion slightly dissipated. Mista's confidence completely shifted Prosciutto's doubts towards the idea that Mista was indeed not a simple person.
Johnson Joffrey had never experienced such exhilaration.
He felt that Mista was an angel sent from heaven, allowing him to fully convey his information.
Mista completely understands me. He not only comprehends my thoughts without a shred of doubt, but also cooperates with me implicitly. He truly is a member of the original protagonist group.
Prosciutto is really smart; he almost, almost discovered it.
However, the outcome is still good. At least now the Assassination Team knows everything. And the fact that Mista could gather this information proves that he is not the weak guy Ghiaccio claimed he was. His strength and achievements are absolutely sufficient to join the Assassination Team.
I'm having such a hard time! Johnson Joffrey thought with a bitter heart. Knowing everything but unable to speak directly, wanting to help everyone but forced to tread on thin ice. Mista is my heaven-sent turning point.
Risotto pondered for a moment, then said, "Mr. Mista, we attach great importance to your information. If you don't mind, we will all be companions from now on."
Mista was overjoyed in his heart, but imitating Johnson, he said expressionlessly, "I have nowhere else to go. I'll be wandering no matter where I am, so I'll reluctantly join you."
At the same time, he shot a look at Johnson Joffrey, as if saying, 'I'm smart, right?'
Johnson Joffrey glanced at him indifferently, saying nothing.
"With all due respect," Illuso said, "wouldn't it be too trusting of us to do this?" He glanced at Mista, then continued, "Although there are indeed true parts in his information, and it's very surprising, he is, after all, an enemy."
Illuso had a point. Although the information Mista provided was very credible, sometimes lies are also like that; lies mixed with truth and falsehood are more believable.
Everyone fell silent. At this moment, Melone smiled and retorted to Illuso, "Mista went through great hardships to reach us. Pesci and I can both attest to that. Moreover, we have no other choice now. If we continue to doubt, the boss will take his daughter away, and our lead will be completely cut off."
"Furthermore, regarding Moody Blues, the enemy has already completely grasped our movements. There's no need to send Mista to risk approaching us."
After Melone's analysis, almost all members of the Assassination Team agreed. Johnson Joffrey also fully understood the Assassination Team's intelligence hierarchy.
Risotto's intelligence level was unknown, but his judgment was absolutely first-rate.
So the remaining order was: Prosciutto > Melone > Illuso > Formaggio ≈ Ghiaccio ≈ Pesci.
Knowing this makes things much easier. I, Johnson Joffrey, am about to dominate the entire Assassination Team. I just need to be wary of Prosciutto, but I have Mista, my companion, to cover for me.
Melone is very selfish; if I'm gone, he won't be able to create excellent Stands anymore. As for the others, I can guess all their thoughts.
Most importantly, Risotto is my uncle. Let's see who dares to mess with me.
"Since that's the case, let them see the efficiency of our Assassination Team," Risotto said in a deep voice. "Ghiaccio, Johnson, destroy everything in our path to prevent Moody Blues from recovering. Get a boat, and under the cover of night, land at Olbia Port."
This way, the Boss will never be able to track our information again.
"How naive."
Deep in the jungle of Tavolara Island, high up in a coconut tree, Tiziano leaned against Squalo, letting out a disdainful laugh.
The organization's speed was beyond their imagination and conjecture. Ultimately, it was all a matter of time.
The moment Giorno posted the information online, the organization had already taken action. Passione was already an organization known for its high efficiency in Italy.
The moment Squalo and Tiziano saw the information, they immediately began searching for Bucciarati, who had failed his mission, using the tracker on Bucciarati's Team's plane.
Less than half an hour after Mista left, Squalo and Tiziano began tracking him, and with Clash's speed, they found Mista in less than ten minutes.
"Follow him first, don't act rashly," Tiziano mused. "The Assassination Team must have also seen the online information and will surely come to pick him up."
Thus, Clash became the fourth fish Mista dared not kill, constantly following him. Meanwhile, while Mista was sleeping, Tiziano had already attached his Stand, Talking Head, to Mista's mouth.
"Don't underestimate our Bodyguard Team," Squalo said, embracing Tiziano.
True destiny would not unfold as Johnson Joffrey imagined. He had no idea that the intelligence he spoke of had already reached the Bodyguard Team, or rather, Diavolo.
Although the Assassination Team hadn't seen their information, the outcome was correct. Mista, relying on his strong luck, stumbled upon the Assassination Team.
"Although things didn't go exactly as planned, victory still belongs to us. This outcome is unchangeable..." Tiziano said. "Even though they evaded Moody Blues' tracking, they have completely fallen into my, Tiziano's, hands."
"Let's do it!" Squalo said. "Eliminate them here."
Tiziano immediately stopped him, placing his hand on his chest. "Just the two of us can't deal with them so easily."
"Tiziano, you underestimate us."
"Squalo, hold back," Tiziano said gently. "The other members of the Bodyguard Team are all at the airport right now. We just need to send out the information and tell them to go to the port."
"We just need to silently relay information."
Squalo frowned. Tiziano made sense; he was always so calm. So he nodded. Without Moody Blues as a source of information, it was indeed troublesome. As long as they silently followed them and joined forces with the other Bodyguard Team members, he and Tiziano would reap the benefits.
"There's no signal here, so we can't make contact. We'll contact the BOSS as soon as we're out at sea," Squalo mused. "Should we also mention the matter of the BOSS's daughter?"
Tiziano's expression suddenly changed. He gently pushed Squalo away, using the moonlight to conceal his look of fear. A terrifying story replayed in his mind, leading him to conclude—
"We don't know about this," he told Squalo.
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The next chapter will be a single chapter explaining some of the things that confuse everyone, as well as the recent events with a few internet trolls.