Chapter 194: "Foolish" Choice
Abbazi abandoned his stand without hesitation.
Melancholy Blues is like an incarnation of his soul and is of course extremely important.
However, the melee suppression power of the enemy stand is almost unstoppable, and even Bucciarati, the best melee fighter in the team, cannot match it.
Staying there would only lead to their deaths. In this situation, they could only use their trump card "Sprint".
no way…
Compared with his own life, which he only had, the substitute was obviously something that could be discarded.
When Anthony's exasperated shouts came from the woods, Apache no longer had any reluctance to the blues.
"The substitute is still in my hands." This is what Anthony said.
This means that the actual situation is different from what they worried about before:
Objects that disappear due to the enemy's abilities are not completely erased, but still exist somewhere intact.
If that's the case, why should they rush to defeat Anthony at this time?
As long as we can successfully deal with Diablo and completely control the organization, it won't be too late to come back and ask Anthony for the debt.
That's what Apache is thinking now.
So the louder Anthony shouted from a distance, the more ridiculous he felt:
"After all, he's just a little kid..."
Apaki showed a rare moment of bad humor, turned around and shouted from a distance:
“No more—”
"goodbye!"
This playful shout seemed to be quite powerful.
Even from a distance of nearly a hundred meters, Apache could hear the childish kid's angry curses.
"Ha ha."
Abbacchio smiled, then ignored him and continued running forward with Bucciarati.
They would soon be out of these woods, out of this park, leaving that troublesome little devil behind them completely, and heading for the battlefield that really mattered.
However, at this moment, Anthony's loud shouting came from behind again.
This time, the content of his shouting was no longer the weak and ridiculous curse, but a naked threat :
"Come back here!"
"If you leave, I'll kill him—"
As soon as the voice fell, a shrill scream came from the woods:
“Ahhhh!”
“Help…Help!”
The scream was so loud that it was still clear even after crossing the dense forest.
It was obvious that the owner of this voice had just suffered unimaginable pain.
And from the sound of that, the guy who was being tortured seemed to be...
"Is that the drug addict just now?"
Abbaccio was slightly stunned, and Bucciarati beside him also paused.
“Hello…”
Apache shouted loudly, with a hint of disdain in his voice:
"You just grab anyone and threaten us. Is there something wrong with your brain?"
"Kill him if you want. People like him shouldn't be alive in this world anyway!"
"Yeah?!"
Anthony screamed hysterically:
"If you really don't care, why did you reply to me?"
"Ha ha ha ha…"
"If I'm not mistaken, you should have stopped already, right?"
"The intelligence has long said that one of you was a cop who always talked about justice, and the other was a good person who was generous on the streets of Naples. Shouldn't it be your instinct to help others?"
He seemed to have some clairvoyance and accurately described the current state of Bucciarati and Abbaccio.
indeed…
Although the drug addict had nothing to do with them, and was even a scum who was wasting the air, Apache subconsciously stopped after hearing the shrill cry for help.
It was as if he was still the passionate and righteous policeman he once was.
The beautiful memories of the past suddenly came flooding back uncontrollably, and compared to the cruel reality he experienced later, they seemed so ridiculous and funny.
"How stupid..."
Abbazi bit his lips hard to dispel the inexplicable passion that surged up.
"Shut up!"
"If you want to kill me, do it quickly. Goodbye!"
He said this coldly.
Then, Apache resumed his pace and continued forward without hesitation.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Another scream was heard from the woods behind him.
Amid the addict's screams of agony, Anthony was shouting frantically:
"Asshole... do you think I don't dare to kill anyone?"
"If I let you guys run away, the boss will be very angry... I don't want to make the boss angry!"
Anthony awakened his Stand ability when his values were still immature, and was then accidentally discovered by Diablo, recruited into the Royal Guard, and continued to be trained and brainwashed.
The boss whom he had never met was like a parent to him.
Anthony is like an ignorant girl who is deeply involved in PUA. His awe and loyalty to Diablo have been completely imprinted in his heart:
"As long as I can complete my boss's mission, I dare to kill anyone and do anything..."
"If you don't come back, I will start with this homeless guy and chop everyone in and around the park into minced meat one by one!"
Apache's steps paused again.
The same is true of Bucciarati.
He looked at Apache's gloomy face with a slightly complicated expression:
"Apache, do you want to go back?"
"No."
Apache shook his head decisively:
"If we are forced to obey orders by just threatening a random passerby, how can we move forward?"
"Gangsters, we are gangsters!"
"This is what the police do. What does it have to do with us?"
He said these words with gritted teeth, not sure whether he was trying to convince Bucciarati or himself.
But Bucciarati responded:
"I want to go back."
He said something in a calm manner that seemed very stupid to Apache.
It seemed as if this was not a foolish act of sending oneself to death for a stranger, but something that had to be done and was a natural thing.
"you…"
Abbacchio widened his eyes and stared at Bucciarati.
He held it in for a long time before finally saying:
"What the hell..."
"I joined the gang just to be a bad guy!"
It is no exaggeration to say that compared with his former colleagues in the police force who were proficient in all kinds of corruption and bribery, the gang leader Bucciarati was as kind as a saint from a story.
Being with companions like Bucciarati, he almost forgot his original intention of joining the underworld.
"Ha ha."
Bucciarati smiled, which was a rare moment.
He looked at Apache's eyes full of shock, helplessness and doubt, and his tone was still so calm:
"Apache, you are my new team member."
"We've only known each other for a few days, so you may not know me very well yet."
"Indeed, within the organization, those good-for-nothings call me the bad good of Naples... They think it is ridiculous to help the citizens in their jurisdiction, and it is even more ridiculous to care about the lives of innocent people."
"And in such a cruel world, my actions are indeed very 'redundant'."
"It became my weakness, and it got me into a lot of trouble because of it -- just like Polpo yesterday, Anthony today."
"but…"
“I never planned on changing that.”
Bucciarati's eyes were very firm:
“Even though I live in this world, I still want to follow the path I believe in.”
"Because it is unforgivable. If I turn a blind eye to such things, I will not be able to face myself."
“…”
Apache was speechless for a long time.
He felt that his "original intention" to sink into the underworld had been completely led astray, but after deeply understanding the man Bucciarati, his other original intention that had been completely buried seemed to be quietly revived.
"All right…"
Apache sighed deeply, his voice helpless and full of emotion:
"No one can stop a man from being stupid. Go ahead if you want."
"No, this is not stupid."
Bucciarati shook his head.
He took a slow step back, his expression becoming extremely grim:
"Whether it's Polpo or Anthony, they both got it wrong."
"Kindness is never weakness, let alone incompetence."
"Before I decide to save someone, I always decide how they will die."
