Chapter 199: Sun Disk

Fugo's face didn't look very good.

He had just survived a supersonic portable anti-aircraft missile, jumped from a height of 400 meters with no skydiving experience, and swayed in the cold night wind for more than a minute before finally falling uncontrollably into a dark, deserted alley.

I'm fine, but my butt hurts a little.

Of course, this minor injury is nothing.

As a layman with no skydiving training, Fugo was so moved by the fact that he was able to land on the ground alive in such an emergency situation that he was forced to do something. He wanted to buy a few indulgences to repay his vows to God.

But he couldn't be happy either -

Although he survived, it is uncertain how long he can live:

I don't know where the cell phone fell during the skydiving process, and there was no parachute flower to be seen in the dark sky, so there was no way to find the whereabouts of my companions.

Walking out of the dark alley, there is a fairly wide street outside.

This street looks a bit run-down and old, but it is still bustling and lively:

Cars are coming and going in a constant stream, pedestrians are rushing about, the shops and supermarkets along the road are quite popular, and the atmosphere is so warm that it makes people feel that the old and aging street lamps are much brighter, and the broken road surface that has been dug up and repaired is much more pleasing to the eye.

But all this excitement belongs to others.

This lively scene before him not only did not make Fugo feel at ease, but it made him extremely nervous:

The destruction of the helicopter showed that the enemy was well prepared and they could appear next to them at any time.

Every stranger who appears on the street now may become the messenger of death that will put him in a desperate situation in the next second.

“Damn it…”

"Where on earth did Bucciarati and the others go?"

"If I go to the Colosseum alone... well... there's a good chance I'll run into the boss there alone!"

A trace of cold sweat appeared on Fugo's forehead.

Although he has made great progress to the present and even successfully became the "online boss" of the organization, he still has not been able to completely get rid of the fear of the boss himself that has been rooted in his heart over the years.

This fear not only did not weaken after the information about Diablo's Stand was exposed, but it became even more serious because of the Scarlet King's almost unsolvable Stand ability.

At this moment, Fugo was standing at the edge of the road, next to the dilapidated road surface that was blocked by a cordon and had not yet been repaired, and he was hesitant to move.

He observed everything around him nervously and carefully, while thinking about how to reunite with his companions as soon as possible.

finally…

"Fugo?"

A very familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Narancia? Why are you here?!"

Fugo turned his head suddenly, with a look of surprise in his eyes:

He was dozing off and happened to find a pillow. He had never thought that his lost companion, whom he had been thinking about so much, would appear beside him so soon.

"call…"

Narancia took a long breath, seeming to be very tired:

"I jumped right after you with my parachute, and the wind just happened to blow me in the same direction as you."

"You didn't see that I was floating behind you the whole time, and landed on a nearby rooftop almost at the same time as you landed ."

"Then I ran all the way down from the rooftop and met you here."

"I see... this is really great!"

Unlike Li Qing, Giorno and Abbaccio, whom he had just known for two days, Narancia was Fugo's best friend, second only to Bucciarati.

With such a familiar and reliable companion waiting by his side, Fugo inexplicably no longer felt nervous even in this cold and unfamiliar city, on this night full of dangers.

"Naranja."

"Did you see the direction where Bucciarati and the others landed?"

Fugo couldn't help but ask about the whereabouts of the others.

“I didn’t notice.”

"I've been following you, and I don't know much about the others."

Narancia shook his head helplessly:

"I'm afraid it's too late to meet up with the others now."

"Let's do as Bucciarati said and quickly find someone to borrow a car and head to the Colosseum."

"If it's Bucciarati... he will definitely be waiting for us at the finish line!"

"Too…"

After reuniting with his companions, Fugo's mentality was obviously much more relaxed.

He suppressed his fear of Diablo and stopped being wary of everything around him. Instead, he calmly analyzed the current situation:

"We really should get out of here as soon as possible."

"We just floated in the sky for more than a minute, and after landing we were entangled in the parachute, which wasted a lot of time. So far, we have spent nearly two minutes."

"If the enemy has vehicles such as cars or motorcycles, even if the speed limit on urban roads is 50km/h, these three minutes are enough for them to chase us to the direction where we landed..."

"150m?"

In front of Fuge, the "teacher" who often taught him mathematics knowledge on weekdays, Narancia habitually started to answer questions quickly.

“…”

"Damn it... the answer is 2484 meters!!"

"Did I teach you to count for nothing... ahem..."

Fuge choked suddenly and took a long time to suppress his subconscious temper.

In fact, he had always suspected that half of his irritable temper was caused by the time he was teaching Naranja mathematics:

"Forget it... let's not talk about this."

"All in all, this amount of time is enough for the enemy to move quite a distance."

"If they were located nearby from the beginning, then the enemy might have already ambushed us first."

"That's why I have been alert to any disturbance around me."

"I see."

After hearing this, Narancia no longer had the heart to think about the mathematical problem:

"If that's the case, then the enemy has either not arrived yet, or has just arrived not long ago."

"In that case..."

"Then maybe I can detect something useful."

It seemed that Narancia had thought of some way to detect the enemy and prevent attacks.

While asking Fugo to find someone to borrow a car, he summoned his Aerosmith without hesitation and let the small plane spin its propeller straight into the sky.

The carbon dioxide radar was quietly turned on, and a large amount of detection information was simultaneously displayed on the virtual display screen in front of Narancia.

However, at this moment...

"You don't need to detect, Naranja."

Fuge swallowed, and his voice suddenly became extremely solemn.

"Hmm?" Naranja was slightly stunned: "What do you mean?"

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly noticed that the lights around him seemed to be much brighter.

Not only did the light become brighter, but its brightness continued to increase.

The shadows of buildings and deserted alleys that were previously shrouded in darkness were now brightly illuminated - it was obvious that this could not be achieved by the extraordinary performance of the street lamps.

The dim light of the street lamp was soon covered by a more dazzling golden light.

The golden light gradually enveloped the surroundings, like a sun rising at dawn.

"what happened?"

Naranja raised his head in confusion and looked in the direction of the golden light:

Next to the road where the two were standing , on the spot that had just been a broken road surface, a tower that was three or four meters high had "grown" out at some point in time.

The tower glowed with a faint golden glow, and its material looked like metal and stone.

It is covered with all kinds of complex patterns and patterns, and looks like the remains of an ancient civilization.

What’s even more eye-catching is…

At the top of the tall tower, where the spire should have been built, there was actually a huge, round golden disk floating in mid-air.

There was always an extremely bright light lingering on the disc, which was suspended high above the top of the tower, like a golden round sun.

"The sun...disk?"

Narancia murmured to himself in doubt:

"What on earth is this?"

"Such a huge tower... Is it a stand-in for the enemy? Where is the enemy?"

"When did it appear, and how did it suddenly appear next to us?"

“I don’t know any of this…”

Fugo's tone became increasingly serious: