Ghiaccio kicked open the door, bringing a chill with him, instantly freezing himself—
The next second, the ice encasing his body shattered into sparkling specks of light, revealing blue and white armor.
"Hmph—" He exhaled a breath, and white mist fogged up the yellowish-green glass visor in front of him. His black eyes scanned the dark room—
"Where in the world is that brat hiding?!" Every word Ghiaccio spoke was accompanied by white mist—
"Never mind that." Ghiaccio instantly activated his Stand Ability, dropping the room to zero degrees.
Facing the sudden drop in temperature, Keicho felt a bad premonition. These guys are Stand Users, and their Stand Abilities are quite strong. Is his armor made of ice?
It's the first time I've seen such a powerful Stand.
But my The Bad Company can't possibly lose.
I have a reason I must fight. Although I don't know what you guys need the arrow for, I will never hand over the Bow and Arrow to anyone. Absolutely not.
This is my father's hope—
"I'm warning you again, hand over the arrow obediently, and I won't kill you," Ghiaccio said, surprisingly good-naturedly. After all, in his world, disobedient people should be killed, and it's normal for those who lose a fight to die.
If a teammate died, he wouldn't say anything; he would only secretly rage and want to avenge his teammate. In his dictionary, the death of the loser is a normal thing, but Johnson has repeatedly told him not to kill anyone—
This made things difficult, but Ghiaccio didn't particularly enjoy killing either. He had simply been trained as a weapon since he was young. His irritable personality, or perhaps his inability to think things through, was all due to a lack of education from childhood.
Joining the Assassination Team, besides admiring Risotto's character and leadership, was simply because it was a good fit—
The victor is king, the loser dies. That's the law he believes is inherent in the way of heaven.
Nijimura Keicho also felt this fighting intent. Ultimately, he was doing all those things for his ridiculous goal—to kill his father. And he also knew that what he was doing was evil, depriving others of their lives to achieve his own goals; he deserved to go to hell.
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The Nijimura Brothers were born into a wealthy family. During Japan's lost two decades, all dreams and wealth vanished like bubbles, including the generational wealth they inherited from birth—
Besides the wealth that vanished like bubbles without a trace, the emotions of people gradually disappeared. The Nijimura family, having lost everything, also lost their kind father. Afterward, his mother died of illness, and his father became despondent, constantly scolding him and his younger brother, Okuyasu—
His life thereafter was as dramatic as a movie. His father brought them to England, and they gained this power called a 'Stand.' They resumed their luxurious life, and he and his brother received a good education.
But everything took a sharp turn for the worse again. On a certain day in 1989, their father lost control and turned into a blob of flesh.
After more than a year of investigation, he discovered that his father had long ago sold his soul for money to a man named DIO. After that man was killed by someone, his flesh bud completely consumed his father.
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That person is no longer my father. Nijimura Keicho looked at the Bow and Arrow in his hand. That person is already a pitiful soul who sold himself to DIO. The only thing I can do is end his life, so that my life can truly begin—
For the sake of my life, whether it's my brother or anyone else, I must eliminate them.
"The Bad Company! Go!"
"Bang bang bang bang!!"
Something like a machine gun suddenly fired in front of him—
Hundreds of bullets suddenly fired in succession—
Ghiaccio subconsciously froze the surrounding air, but his speed was not as fast as the bullets. However, his external armor was essentially made of ice—
Each of the hundreds of bullets was only the size of a sesame seed, but together their power was not weak. Ghiaccio, unable to match the bullets' speed, instantly crossed his arms, leaned back, and quickly layered ice in front of him—
"Is this ice for defense?!" Nijimura Keicho secretly thought it was bad.
"Are you playing games with me?!" Ghiaccio fell backward onto the ground, emitting a terrifying sound from his throat: "You little brats, are you going to play games with toy guns with me again?!"
"You've made me angry." Ghiaccio straightened his body and squatted on the ground, crouching like a spider—
"White Album Gently Weeps."
Ghiaccio's voice was like a roar from hell, and the dilapidated villa instantly froze with large amounts of ice, centered around Ghiaccio.
The ice made a rustling sound as it froze, and the surrounding air began to condense into tiny ice crystals.
"Brat, do you dare to shoot again?"
"Damn it..." Nijimura Keicho activated his ability again. He couldn't get any closer to this guy. If he did, he would definitely be frozen. He extended his finger and measured the range of Ghiaccio's ice.
Eight meters.
There was nearly an eight-meter freezing range!
Open fire! The Bad Company!
"Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!!!"
Hundreds of bullets once again swept towards Ghiaccio. Ghiaccio widened his dark eyes, carefully controlling the frozen ice around him.
"Clang, clang, clang—"
Ghiaccio was completely enveloped in fire, and the sparkling air-ice blocks reflected the bullets back at full speed.
"Damn it!! Pfft—" Nijimura Keicho, hiding in the shadows, spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I heard your voice!!" Ghiaccio roared, "Taste your own bullets."
That guy! Nijimura Keicho's eyes showed horror, because Ghiaccio had already frozen all the nearby air into ice.
Sound transmission was like transmission through a solid.
Moreover, the moisture in the air froze more easily. Now his range was even larger. Centered around him, whether on the ground or in the air, a completely frozen sphere had formed.
The speed of sound in ice was far greater than the speed of sound in water.
"I learned this trick from a dog (Secco, judging position by sound transmission through the ground)."
"It doesn't matter! Hiding is useless now! It's useless no matter where you hide! Come out!"
"Tanks! Fighter jets! Landmines! Prepare!"