Chapter 117: The Awareness of Sacrifice
at the same time.
After spending some time searching, Bucciarati and his team who stayed on the ground finally borrowed an SUV suitable for a seven-man team nearby.
At this time, Li Qing had already disappeared into the sky in his helicopter.
Although the time was short, according to the flying speed previously demonstrated by the helicopter, they were at least four or five kilometers away from Li Qing.
There was no other choice, so Bucciarati and the others had to hurry and drive quickly, following the direction where Li Qing had just disappeared.
The car was driving through a fungal-infected death zone, with rotten, festering, twisted and hideous corpses all along the way.
The air was dead silent and heavy, and everyone who was rushing through this deadly place couldn't help but look gloomy.
However, soon...
"Is there anyone alive?"
Looking at the survivors appearing in groups outside the window, and the rapidly fading green fungal blanket on their bodies, Mista couldn't help but shout out in excitement:
"It was Li Qing. Li Qing defeated that scumbag!"
It is impossible for the fungus to disappear for no reason. The occurrence of this situation can only mean that Li Qing has completed his mission beyond everyone's expectations.
“He did it.”
Giorno breathed a sigh of relief without showing it, and then he spoke slowly in his usual calm voice:
"Keep driving forward, and remember to call his name in the car later."
"Li Qing's hearing is extremely sharp. When he uses his full hearing, he can even distinguish the voices of everyone chatting from a distance of thousands of meters."
"As long as we can get close enough, he can find us by sound."
"clear!"
Mista smiled and stepped on the accelerator, speeding up in the direction the helicopter was heading.
Everything went smoothly.
If they continue driving a few kilometers forward, they will be able to reunite with Li Qing who has already won the victory.
However, not long after, just as the car was about to board a highway bridge...
Bang!
There was a loud thump of a tire exploding from under the car.
The car, which was travelling at high speed, suddenly tilted and then quickly crashed into the roadside.
Mista hurriedly stepped on the brakes and steadied the steering wheel, but was unable to stop the car from losing control.
Finally, the car crashed into a roadside tree.
Fortunately, the six people in the car habitually fastened their seat belts after getting in the car, so their heads did not explode like the airbags in the front row.
"Hey, hey...how do you drive?"
Fugo's bad temper flared up in shock.
"How can you blame me..." Mista patted his dizzy head and said, "It was the car itself that had the flat tire!"
"Stop arguing."
Bucciarati's tone was very serious.
He stared out the window and said word by word: "This is a stand attack."
The reason why Bucciarati was able to figure out so quickly that this was not an ordinary accident but an attack by a Stand was not because he noticed some subtle clues, but because...
The enemy did not hide his tracks at all.
The humanoid stand-in, wearing a black cloak and a wide-brimmed hat, who looked like he had walked out of a theater stage, was now standing clearly outside the car window.
It stared at Bucciarati through the shattered window without attacking or moving.
"This is…"
Giorno and Mista were still confused, but Fugo, Narancia, and Abbazi all said the name of the Stand with surprise: "Black Sabbath!"
Black Sabbath is a stand-in for Polpo, the organizational cadre in charge of local affairs in Naples.
Polpo is the old leader of the Bucciarati team and also the examiner for the core members of the Passion organization to join the gang.
Therefore, Bucciarati and others are very familiar with this stand-in named "Black Sabbath".
Just when everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of Black Sabbath, a deafening roar of engines was heard on the road across the bridge.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a Hummer off-road vehicle driving across the bridge with great momentum.
This off-road vehicle had obviously been modified. The tires alone were a full 1.5 meters high. Its cabin was tall, wide, and sturdy, so large that one doubted whether an elephant could fit inside.
At first glance, it looked like a tank was coming towards us.
"Mr. Polpo..."
"He actually came here in person?"
Bucciarati immediately recognized that this car was Polpo's personal car, the only one in the world.
Because Polpo is a fat man who is nearly three meters tall and weighs more than half a ton, there is no .
(In fact, Polpo could also fit in a truck or van, but as a well-known gangster, no one dared to use such a cheap vehicle to carry him.)
"Bucciarati."
The giant Hummer slowly stopped.
Sitting in the spacious carriage, Polpo rolled down the window, revealing his fat, bloated, yet imposing face from the shadows:
"You disappoint me so much."
He looked at Bucciarati with a hint of regret in his eyes.
Bucciarati knew that these regrets were not crocodile tears, but Polpo's true thoughts.
Because Polpo really regarded Bucciarati as his confidant.
He trusted Bucciarati immensely, not only relying on him in daily gang affairs, but also entrusting Bucciarati with the safekeeping of his own secret treasury that he had set up behind the organization's back.
"Feel sorry."
"I betrayed your trust."
Bucciarati sighed slightly, but there was no regret in his eyes:
"But this is the choice I made and I believe it is the right one..."
"Don't tell me that."
Polpo sat in the car, looking at Bucciarati from a distance:
"It's not like I didn't expect this to happen."
"Bucciarati, you have been different from us gangsters from the beginning."
"Although his hands are stained with blood, he is still as weak as those good guys. Or... hehe... kind?"
He smiled mockingly, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
Looking at that look, Bucciarati knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.
Thinking of their past friendship, he finally said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Polpo."
"etc."
Polpo, on the other hand, had no intention of taking action.
His stand-in Black Sabbath still stood quietly in the shadow beside the road, and he himself was holding not a weapon, but a mobile phone:
"Bucciarati, make no mistake, I have no intention of fighting you."
"It's a bit embarrassing to say this, but you should understand that I'm actually a guy who cherishes my life very much."
"If the boss hadn't suddenly issued a death order to let me come here to stop you... To be honest... I would even want to turn a blind eye and let you troublesome guys leave Naples as soon as possible."
Polpo dialed the number on his cell phone nonchalantly, and said to Bucciarati in a playful tone:
“So, I hope you can cooperate.”
"I will not fight you, nor will I take your lives."
"All you have to do is to cooperate with me to complete the boss's urgent task and stay here honestly for ten minutes."
"Ten minutes?"
Bucciarati frowned tightly:
It was obvious that the urgent task that Diablo gave to Polpo was not to clean up the mess, but to delay their progress.
Why did Diablo do this?
And...how could Polpo appear here so accurately? Has their whereabouts been exposed?
These two questions are difficult to answer separately, but they can be quickly figured out when they are combined:
"This bridge is the only way to the area where the helicopter disappeared."
"Polpo is waiting here in advance because he... no... because Diablo saw the helicopter carrying Li Qing."
"He knew that Li Qing and we were separated, and guessed that we were going to join Li Qing, so he urgently sent Polpo to guard this strategic point."
"So…"
Thinking of this, Bucciarati couldn't help but break out in a thin layer of cold sweat:
Polpo was responsible for delaying their progress and preventing them from joining Li Qing.
So, what about Diablo hiding behind?
What on earth did he want to do by suddenly giving such an order to Polpo?
The answer is self-evident.
"Li Qing is in danger!"
"It is very likely that Diablo will take advantage of Li Qing being alone and attack him personally!"
Bucciarati pointed out this extremely terrifying possibility.
Everyone was shocked, and Giorno summoned the Golden Experience without hesitation, staring at Polpo:
"Polpo, right..."
"If you don't want to die, get out of my way!"
"Tsk tsk...what a scary look."
Polpo looked at Giorno's resolute and stern expression , and said with a smile in a leisurely tone:
"Although he is very young, he already has the demeanor of a strong man."
"So... you, Bucciarati and the others... since you have challenged the organization, you should have been prepared to sacrifice yourself, right?"
"The awareness of sacrifice?"
The young and energetic Mista immediately shouted:
"Nonsense! We've come this far, are we still afraid of death?"
Mista's blood boiled as he shouted, but Bucciarati beside him felt his scalp tingling.
Because he knew Polpo too well, and Polpo knew him too well.
Bucciarati knew that Polpo would do anything to achieve his goal.
really…
"hehe."
"When I say 'awakening' I don't mean sacrificing my own awakening, but sacrificing the awakening of others."
Polpo sneered and turned on the speaker of his phone, then said to Bucciarati meaningfully:
"Bucciarati, I heard..."
"You have a good relationship with those old guys on the street?"
