Chapter 207: The Unawakened Answer
When Polnareff was young, he was forced to lick a difficult area.
It's a bit sad to say that after the series of brutal battles in Egypt, the only two people in the world who knew about it were Joseph and Jotaro.
They are not big mouths and certainly will not spread the embarrassing stories of their old comrades everywhere.
Now that the man on the other end of the phone could say this so quickly, he was obviously Polnareff's long-missed best friend, the reliable and powerful warrior, Jotaro Kujo.
"Jotaro..."
Polnareff's voice was trembling.
During the years he was trapped in Italy, he had fantasized countless times about reconnecting with his best friends.
And now Jotaro's voice really appeared in his ears, but his heart was in a mess and he was filled with emotion.
"Polnareff."
Jotaro realized that the situation was not good from the complex and deep voice of his best friend.
Different from the tough and sturdy image on the surface, in his impression, Polnareff is actually an optimistic, cheerful and humorous guy.
Such a man can always keep smiling.
Even in a submarine that was about to sink, he could still joke with his companions about "seeing underwear" without batting an eyelid.
If even Polnareff couldn't laugh, it meant that the situation he was facing must be very dangerous.
In fact, about half an hour ago, when Jotaro landed at Rome International Airport, he realized that Polnareff was in bad condition.
Because the phone calls failed to go through in the morning, Li Qing asked Thomas to leave a message on his voicemail with the good mentality that if he didn't try, he would get a thug for free.
In the message, Lee Sin told Jotaro that "his old friend was in trouble and urgently needed him to rush to Rome for support."
Fortunately, when Jotaro heard this message, he had already arrived at the airport on the outskirts of Rome.
Unfortunately, Thomas habitually used the technology group's network to make calls at the time, rather than the mobile phones commonly used by ordinary people.
When Jotaro received the message and wanted to call back to inquire, the technology team's network had been paralyzed by Diablo's attack.
For a while, the call could not be returned, and the message became an extremely dangerous dead signal.
And when Jotaro wanted to contact Polnareff "himself" directly, Diavolo was busy playing this life-and-death race - it was a last ditch fight for life or death. He didn't bring the phone with him and didn't plan to continue role-playing in front of Jotaro.
that's all…
Polnareff suddenly disappeared from Jotaro's world.
Jotaro had no other choice but to rush from the airport to Rome as quickly as possible, while trying to mobilize resources to urgently search for Polnareff's whereabouts.
Finally, after entering the center of Rome, he received this sudden call.
Now hearing the complicated and inexpressible voice of his best friend, Jotaro's long-furrowed brows deepened:
"Polnareff, what's going on?"
There was a brief silence.
Then there was a long sigh: "This... is hard to describe."
Polnareff knew that now was probably not the time for him to reminisce with his old friend.
In his opinion, Jotaro should still be on the other side of the earth at this time - even if he could get through the phone, he wouldn't be able to help him for the time being.
The confirmation of Jotaro's identity directly confirmed the reliability of Giorno and Mista's statements:
Diablo knows exactly where they are.
This terrifying man might appear nearby at any time, bringing them irresistible despair.
"Jotaro."
Polnareff sighed deeply.
He looked at Giorno and Mista, the two strange young men, with gratitude.
Then, in order to make his last words more clearly heard by his best friend, Polnareff managed to stick his head out from the railing on the second floor and shouted at the phone in Mista's hand on the first floor:
"If I die today, please come to Italy to avenge me!"
"The one who killed me was Diablo, and his Stand ability is Time Destruction!"
“…”
This time it was Jotaro's turn to be silent.
Then, in the extremely quiet air, his voice slowly came out.
The voice was so calm, as if Polnareff's "last words" had not caused him any trouble.
But somehow, everyone present could hear clearly that beneath the calmness, there seemed to be a terrifying and extreme anger suppressed:
"I am in Rome now, and I am already in the city center."
"Polnareff, tell me where are you now?"
"Forehead?"
This answer was obviously quite unexpected.
Polnareff was like a poor scholar who had suddenly gotten lucky and passed the imperial examination in his old age. His expression was dull at first and he was unable to react, but then he suddenly fell into ecstasy:
"You, you...you are actually in Rome?"
"That's great! Jotaro, I'm at the Colosseum in the city center right now!"
"The Colosseum... I understand."
Jotaro's answer was brief and direct:
"Please hold on a little longer, I'll be there soon."
Having said that, he took the initiative to hang up the phone.
Jotaro didn't say any useless words of comfort, but his voice as steady as a mountain was the best reassurance in itself.
Polnareff's heart, which had already been determined to die, finally calmed down.
Giorno and Mista also realized that the balance of victory was tilting towards them.
And Diablo, who was hiding in the dark, had a sharp face that was even paler than the East Asian male stars who were wearing makeup:
"What the hell... he's already in the city center..."
"We'll arrive soon?"
"One minute? Three minutes? Five minutes?"
"Damn it, damn it's me who has no sense of time. How long exactly is 'soon'? Give me an exact number!"
Diablo's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Even though he knew Jotaro was coming, he never made a plan to deal with him from the beginning - his plan was just to grab the Bug Arrow before Jotaro arrived, nothing more.
Because Diablo knew in his heart that he probably couldn't beat this guy.
Jotaro's name has long been known to everyone in the underworld.
Most people think that this is just an illusory legend, and some frogs in the well even have an inexplicable contempt for the so-called "invincible man".
But Diablo is in a higher position and can see farther. As he is in a higher position, he can obtain more detailed information and has a deeper understanding of Jotaro:
Judging from all the information that can be collected, Jotaro's Stand, Star Platinum, has monster-level performance in basic abilities such as strength and speed that surpass Scarlet King.
The bug ability of time stopping seems to be better than the time reduction of the Crimson King.
"If that man arrives at the scene, it will be difficult for me to grab the arrows again."
"hateful…"
Diablo clenched his teeth tightly, like a mad dog that was cornered.
He stared at Polnareff, who was hiding behind the stone pillar on the second floor, with red eyes, his gaze full of madness and bloodthirstiness:
"Hurry up... hurry up!"
The reason why Diablo was able to hold back until now was to eavesdrop on how to use the insect arrows.
But Polnareff had done a series of unexpected things, which had whetted his appetite, but he had not yet revealed the most important information.
This is indeed a very worrying matter.
At this time…
Just as Diablo was eagerly waiting for the next part, Mista asked the question on Diablo's behalf:
"Hey, hey... Uncle with the broom head?"
Mista looked up at Polnareff impatiently and gave him an impolite nickname:
"Now that the call has gone through, you should finally believe us, right?"
"My companions are still lost outside, and Diablo may appear at any time, so don't waste any more time!"
"Um…"
Polnareff nodded.
At this moment, he had completely dispelled his suspicion of the two young men, and there was even a hint of gratitude in his eyes:
"Sorry, please forgive my over-caution."
"Giorno, Mista, what you said is indeed credible."
"In that case..."
As he spoke, Polnareff raised the insect arrow in his hand.
The lighting inside the Colosseum was extremely dim late at night, greatly obstructing vision.
But even so, everyone present could still vaguely see the straight wooden shaft of the insect arrow and the gorgeous arrowhead with a three-dimensional golden beetle carved on it.
Under the dim light, this insect arrow, which is said to contain mysterious power, appears even more mysterious.
Diablo's eyes almost popped out of his head:
This is his last hope, the spiritual sustenance that gives him the confidence to continue resisting in desperate situations.
"How to use this insect arrow..."
Polnareff's voice came from .
Diablo held his breath nervously and expectantly, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.
Then…
Polnareff suddenly gripped the arrow tighter:
"I won't tell you yet."
"ha?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Mista's face fell, and even Giorno, who usually had a calm expression, changed his expression slightly.
“Ahem…”
Polnareff's face, which had been weathered by the years, showed a trace of guilt:
“ It’s really embarrassing to say this, but…”
"Since Jotaro is nearby, we won't be able to use this arrow this time."
Going back on one's word is not a very ethical thing in itself, but Polnareff hasn't said something more blunt and embarrassing yet:
To put it bluntly, Li Qing and others are the backup plans he found when he was desperate and couldn't contact Jotaro.
After all, he and Li Qing and others only knew each other online, and they had no choice but to get together because they had the same enemy.
Do I need to think about who to choose between an online friend I’ve only known for half a day and a brother who will live and die with me?
Not to mention, the bug arrows themselves have enough power to change the world.
If he had no choice, how could he entrust such terrible power to a group of strangers whose background he had no idea about?
And now Jotaro is here, and it won’t even take long for him to reach the battlefield.
To put it bluntly...
The real boss has arrived, and Giorno and others who are there as backup are useless.
I'll give the bug arrow to Jotaro later and create a Star Platinum Requiem. Are you still worried that Diablo will not be in trouble?
"That is to say..."
"We risked our lives to leave our companions behind and run here, and in the end we just come to help you make a phone call?"
After realizing the current situation, Mista's expression looked a little unhappy.
"Uh-huh."
Polnareff muttered twice with a flushed face.
Facing the resentful gazes of the two young men downstairs, he could only shamelessly say:
"Don't worry, Jotaro will be able to do it."
"As long as he shows up, our safety is guaranteed."
"So, how to use this arrow... ahem, for safety's sake, I won't tell you."
"Asshole—"
A thunderous roar exploded from the ground.
After waiting for so long, in the end, the result was “there is nothing below”.
Diablo is now like an irritable reader who is reading a book and is about to turn to the next page when he finds that the author suddenly abandons the book and refuses to continue.
In the midst of endless resentment, he rushed out in uncontrollable rage:
"The Crimson King!"
