Chapter 147: Copycat Products
Giorno and the others had extremely strange expressions.
Because the enemies in front of them are like copies of their stand-ins, the only difference is the color:
The gold experience turned into silver on Jamie's side.
Zi Yan was painted with a layer of yellow paint.
Aerosmith changed to white paint.
The Sexy Pistol was directly transformed from a brass figure to a stainless steel figure.
Jamie Campbell seemed very satisfied with the fake he made. Not only did he not think there was anything wrong with this crude skin-changing technique, he also proudly introduced his work in front of a group of genuine owners:
"Look, this is my latest work."
"[Silver Experience], [Yellow Smoke], [Aviation James], [Elegant Pistol]!"
With an incomprehensible sense of pride, Jamie even gave the four substitutes he created four simple and crude imitation names on the spot.
"Isn't this piracy?!"
Fugo couldn't help but curse out loud in anger.
"Hey, hey..." Mista said with an unhappy face, "It's piracy, but why is there a number 4? My Sexy Pistol doesn't have a number 4!"
"Shut up!"
Jamie growled viciously, "You look down on pirated copies?"
"The 'imitations' I make are always better than the so-called originals - just like your damn stand-in. There are only six little figures, why are they numbered to seven?"
"You have to count from one to six. My improved version is the most perfect one!"
"Perfect?"
Mista could also vaguely see that this guy's brain was a little paranoid and not normal:
"It's obviously just some inferior imitations!"
"Why, is this all you rely on? Do you think you can defeat us head-on with abilities that are exactly the same as ours?"
“That’s right!”
Jamie's eyes flashed with enthusiasm:
"I am standing here today to defeat you squarely with these imitations!"
At this point, he couldn't help but recall his past:
Jamie Campbell is originally an American. He is a Silicon Valley elite who once dominated the San Francisco Bay Area and a favored child who owns his own Internet company.
According to the development momentum at that time, he was supposed to ring the bell at NASDAQ with his Internet company and become a well-known emerging billionaire like his industry predecessors like Gates and Jobs.
However, all changed because of a lawsuit a few years ago.
Someone actually filed a lawsuit in court, saying that all of their company's products were pirated and infringing products.
This is really nonsense -
Can what scholars do be called stealing? That's called borrowing!
I worked hard to take your "inferior product", improve it, refurbish it, and after the packaging was launched on the market, it was well received. Shouldn't all the credit go to me?
Survival of the fittest.
Since the product I copied is more popular than the original one, I deserve to win!
Jamie always believed in this truth, but unfortunately the judge didn't believe it and the law didn't allow it.
After a series of setbacks, the company was gone, the stocks were lost, and he also owed a lot of high-interest loans.
In order to avoid being hunted down by his creditors, Jamie had to flee to the other side of the ocean in a panic, and even accidentally became an underground technician working for the Mafia.
After taking on this new job and awakening some new abilities...
Jamie found another way to prove himself and his ideas besides business activities:
"I just want to use my imitations to completely wipe out the so-called authentic ones from this world!"
"You despise imitations, don't you?"
A wild smile appeared on his face:
"You know, those Stand users that I copied are all dead now!"
Jamie has such confidence.
Just like when he started a company, he had to consider how to package the product to make it more popular than the original one. Before a stand-in battle, Jamie would also think in advance about how to defeat the original with a skin-changing stand-in with the same abilities.
So, after making his unique declaration, his eyes finally became completely cold.
The brain is working at a rapid pace.
In order to control four skin-changing substitutes at the same time, his mental power was pushed to the limit.
But it doesn't matter. A stand-in battle never takes too long. Jamie has also become accustomed to high-load combat situations through long-term training:
"Get started!"
The first to take action was the skin-changing avatar named "Silver Experience" by Jamie.
The silver experience, whose whole body was glowing with a light silver luster, suddenly turned around and threw a fist shadow with silver light towards the wall near the entrance of the toilet.
It does not make a strange "mu da mu da" roar like the genuine Golden Experience, but it has the same unique ability as the Golden Experience to infuse vitality into dead objects and turn objects into living things.
The wall that was hit by the silver fist shadow soon underwent miraculous changes.
The white-painted wall turned into a dark brown tree trunk. The branches spreading out from the trunk connected together and soon blocked the door of the toilet tightly.
But the silver figure did not stop punching.
As if it wanted to show off its extraordinary abilities, it used its fist, which contained infinite vitality, to create a small sea of colorful flowers on the ground.
“What an incredible ability.”
"He can create life with a wave of his hand, just like the creator in the legend."
Jamie looked at the bunches of blooming flowers and murmured excitedly to himself.
As he said before, a big part of the reason why he came out to fight now was to experience Giorno's ability to create life.
It's like a thief seeing a beautiful electric bike parked on the side of the road, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't steal it.
“That’s enough!”
Mista was the first to break the deadlock.
While Jamie was reveling in himself, he immediately pulled the trigger and fired three bullets at the opponent's vital point between the eyebrows.
Under the control of the Sexy Pistol, the three bullets kept changing their flying postures in the air, at a speed so fast that it was difficult to see clearly.
"it's useless!"
"I have already studied your intelligence before taking action."
Jamie said calmly:
"Except for Giorno's Golden Experience, the other four of you have boring Stands that are uninteresting."
"Especially this stand that controls the trajectory of the bullet... As long as there is a replica with the same ability, it will not have any effect at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, the six little men floating around Jamie charged forward at the same time.
These six little guys, who have the luster of stainless steel all over their bodies and were temporarily named "Elegant Pistols" by Jamie, are not as human as the original ones, but their abilities are not inferior to the originals.
Bullets can tear through the air and penetrate steel, but they cannot escape the mysterious power of these little guys.
Soon, the bullet's flight trajectory deviated greatly under the manipulation of the six little men, and finally bounced off Jamie's side in a dangerous manner.
“Damn it…”
Mista's test came up with a very bad result:
"That guy makes knockoffs that are no worse than the Sex Pistols."
"At least, it's more than enough to deflect bullets."
The opponent can easily deflect the bullet, which means that the offensive means of Aerosmith and Sexy Pistol are basically ineffective.
The opponent only has one entity that needs to be protected, but we have five .
Although both sides have the same abilities, the five people on this side, as the authentic version, cannot completely ignore the bullet attacks like Jamie, who believes that "one person's fullness feeds the whole family."
The enemy obviously realized this and used this advantage to launch suppressive fire.
At the same time as the bullet was deflected by the "Elegant Pistol", the white plane hovering above Jamie's head had already drawn a beautiful arc in the air.
The pirated plane named "Aviation James" quickly turned its nose towards Giorno and shot two bright chains of fire forward.
"Everyone, pay attention!"
Giorno, who was bearing the heaviest firepower, dodged to the side in time.
Although his movements were quick enough, he still failed to dodge and was hit by two bullets from the micro cannon.
The bullet was small, but the hole it made was deep.
Blood gushed out, staining half of his shoulder red.
The fake aircraft named "Aviation James" quickly raised its nose after firing a round of bullets, and it seemed that it would soon launch another attack.
Listening to the humming sound of the tiny propeller sweeping the air, everyone's expressions became solemn:
Mista's sexy pistol can only protect himself from the rain of bullets, and others can only rely on their skills and luck to try their best to avoid it.
If the enemy continues to wreak havoc like this, that pirated little plane alone will be enough to overwhelm them.
"Giorno!"
Narancia thought of something: "Use your old method!"
As soon as he finished speaking, under Narancia's control, Aerosmith adjusted his posture and soared straight up.
The miniature machine gun burst into flames, but the target of the bullets was not Jamie himself, who was protected by six pirated villains, but the light on the ceiling of the toilet.
The lights went out instantly, and the toilet was dark.
"Um?"
Giorno, who was suddenly plunged into darkness, was still a little unresponsive: "What old method?"
"That's it!"
Narancia said that the move was actually made by Giorno unintentionally:
"Promote photosynthesis of plants and absorb carbon dioxide in the air!"
"I see."
Giorno understood Narancia's intention:
"First, we take away the light and vision, and then we absorb the carbon dioxide through photosynthesis."
"That way, the enemy's pirate planes won't be able to lock onto the target in the dark!"
"etc…"
He suddenly realized something was wrong:
"If there is no light, where does photosynthesis come from?!"
"well?"
Narancia was slightly stunned. He suddenly realized that there seemed to be a fatal bug in his idea:
"Ah... Damn it, I actually forgot such an important point..."
It was a rare opportunity for problems to arise when using advanced knowledge in combat, and Narancia could not help but fall into self-blame and panic.
"It doesn't matter!"
Fugo stepped in in time to patch up this plan:
"We just want to disturb the concentration of carbon dioxide in the surrounding area. The means does not necessarily have to be 'absorption', but can also be 'release'."
"Go ahead, Giorno."
"We don't need photosynthesis from plants, only respiration will do the job!"
