Chapter 222: The Last Words Confirmed
March 28, 6 a.m., Venice.
Li Qing finally welcomed his third morning in this world.
The morning light gradually illuminates the sky, and the azure sea is quietly covered with a layer of dreamy golden veil.
Countless residents and tourists were busy walking through the ancient streets in the morning mist. After a night of silence, this world-famous ancient water city gradually revealed its thousand-year-old prosperity.
But Li Qing and others certainly had no interest in enjoying such excitement now.
This busy morning in Venice made them feel bad after driving thousands of miles to the train station on the main island of Venice:
“There are too many people.”
Everyone frowned slightly at the same time.
This train station is likely to become a battlefield, and the fewer innocent civilians there are near the battlefield, the better.
Not to mention, using civilians as shields and relying on large numbers of people to hide their true selves are the specialties of the stand users within the organization.
Every passerby passing by may attack you in the next second.
And, to make matters worse:
Just as the time was approaching 6 o'clock in the trailer, when Li Qing and others urgently needed intelligence support from the technology team, the various surveillance cameras in the train station also demonstrated their traditional skills in the camera world - they usually took clear pictures, but broke down at the critical moment.
Obviously, someone did this on purpose.
The Venice train station is now out of the technology team's surveillance.
Li Qing and others naturally didn't know who had entered the train station during this period of time, and what the other party had arranged in the train station.
"The other party obviously knows that the technology team is on our side now. They should be Diablo's people."
"Destroying the surveillance was probably to set up the so-called 'treasure clue' without our detection, or..."
Bucciarati habitually analyzed the enemy's intentions:
"Set a trap for us."
Diablo's past is too mysterious, and no one knows whether he has hidden other combat powers.
If he still has available stand users, then the Venice treasure this time is likely to be a trap for them.
"In that case..."
Li Qing took the initiative to stand up:
"Just let me go in and explore the way alone."
"Are you alone?"
Jotaro and Polnareff couldn't help but look sideways:
It is not a wise move to separate from the main force and act alone at this time.
"Yes, just let me go in alone."
"You two may not know me well, but the thing I'm least afraid of is 'playing with my life'."
Li Qing smiled confidently.
He immediately turned on the data mode, his steel-cast and iron-cast muscles tensed in an instant, and his hands suddenly clenched into a pair of diamond-hard fists.
Just by grasping it in the air, it actually caused two faint air vibrations.
"This power..."
"It's completely unlike a human being anymore."
A flash of surprise suddenly flashed in Jotaro and Polnareff's eyes:
If Li Qing was not currently sunbathing unscathed, they would have suspected that the guy in front of them was a clean vampire remnant.
Or... this bald guy has also practiced ripples?
Others have long been accustomed to Li Qing's superhuman performance.
Even when Li Qing said that his superpowers were not actually stand abilities but the mysterious Dragon Country Kung Fu, they reluctantly believed it.
It doesn’t matter how you acquire your abilities, as long as they are useful.
Li Qing will not be injured or disabled, and he has the ability to move up to three hundred meters, making him the best candidate to serve as a pathfinder.
Just like the last time at the pig farm, if Li Qing hadn’t gone ahead to explore the way, they would all have been ambushed by the enemy.
The same is true this time.
Rushing forward together can indeed help take care of each other, but there is also the risk of being wiped out by the enemy.
"In that case..."
Everyone quickly agreed to Li Qing's plan:
"We'll be waiting for you in the parking lot outside. Feel free to stay in touch on your cell phone."
"If something goes wrong, use your ability to get out as soon as possible."
Li Qing nodded.
He then dialed Giorno's number and put the phone, which was on hold, into his jacket pocket.
"I'm going in."
Following the crowds of people, Li Qing walked into the train station.
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Station, waiting hall.
Two hurried figures walked quickly in the crowd.
The leading man was tall and straight, with a resolute and handsome appearance. He wore a well-fitting double-breasted suit and had a mature and stylish short blond hair.
He walked hurriedly, but there was no trace of impatience in his purple pupils.
The gaze was as calm as water, making the man's temperament as steady and profound as a rock.
"Brother Prosciut..."
"Are the others not here yet?"
Another person in the group cautiously called out the name of the leader.
In fact, this henchman also has a tall and straight stature, with broad shoulders, a round waist and a fat face. At first glance, he has the talent to be a gangster and bully.
However, at this moment, he was following behind Prosciutto, but he was always nervously shrinking his neck, hunching his body, and even unconsciously playing with his fingers, which he didn't know where to put.
This timid attitude, coupled with his thick and straight neck like a corn cob and green hair like cabbage stalks, made him look extremely funny.
"Bessie."
Prosciutto glanced at his younger brother with some dissatisfaction:
"I've already said that."
"The boss and his friends won't be here until later, so we can only rely on the two of us now."
The assassination team was originally scattered all over the country to carry out their missions, and they only made the sudden decision to march towards Venice at midnight yesterday. It is certainly not easy for all members to be together at dawn today.
So, as the time was approaching the agreed 6 o'clock, the only members who could make it to the scene were Prosciutto and Bessie, who were originally closer to Venice.
"Just the two of us?"
Bessie swallowed uncomfortably.
This rookie who has just been in the assassination team for less than two months obviously does not have the calmness and composure like his big brother.
In fact, he's now performing worse than your average mafia member:
"You're scared."
"Your heart is running away, so your eyes have no power."
"Bessie..."
Proshout's eyes were as cold and sharp as a blade:
"You can't fight like this."
"If you want to escape, there's still time - I won't stop you."
"I…"
Bessie's face turned pale and red.
He stretched out his thick neck, and the fat on his chin trembled slightly in excitement.
Under the gaze of her elder brother Prosciutto, and in a fierce psychological struggle, Bessie finally made the following decision:
"I, I want to stay."
"Since Big Brother is here, I have to be here too."
"very good…"
"I hope to see you grow, Bessie."
Prosciutto's eyes softened quietly:
Although this little brother is a little weak in will, he at least has the most important quality as a companion: friendship.
Only such people are worthy of trust and can become comrades-in-arms who can be trusted.
Even if this comrade is still a rookie now.
"Bessie is still too immature now."
"If we can spend two more years training him, he might become a strong man who can stand on his own with his unlimited potential."
Proshute thought with some regret in his heart.
It is indeed a bit difficult to let a rookie who has just joined the team for two months participate in such a life-and-death battle.
But now the arrow has been shot, and he can only place his trust in the immature Bessie.
"Whatever."
"Let's focus on finding the 'clues'."
Prosciutto quickly put aside these useless thoughts.
He began to concentrate on observing this seemingly ordinary waiting hall, looking for the so-called "treasure clues" left in the will.
But the will only roughly said that there would be clues about the treasure at the Venice train station, but it did not say what the clue was or where it would appear.
Prosciutto took a quick look, but the result was not satisfactory.
"It's already 6 o'clock."
"What exactly is the so-called clue?"
"Could it be that this last message is really just a prank by the rebels , and the boss himself is not dead at all?"
Prosciutto couldn't help but have such doubts.
However, at this moment...
At the door of the waiting hall, a familiar figure suddenly appeared.
It’s a bit of a stretch to say that they are familiar with each other because they have never met before.
But that guy had been urgently hunted down by the organization since yesterday. Later, the organization's top management cancelled the wanted order on the grounds that he had been "shot dead". Then, a suicide note from the boss revealed that he was not dead.
He is Li Qing, the "star" that everyone in the organization is paying attention to.
"Li Qing is not dead!"
"That last message is true!"
Prosciutto's eyes were full of sharpness:
Li Qing's appearance explains everything.
The previous announcement about the withdrawal of the wanted order was fake, and since Li Qing was able to issue such an announcement using his boss's account, it meant that he had indeed controlled the organization from behind the scenes.
That invincible and mysterious boss is probably really dead.
Thinking of this, Prosciutto subconsciously clenched his fists.
He immediately observed the environment in the waiting room and issued an order immediately:
"Bessie."
"Go get all the ice in that breakfast room , and destroy all that you can't fit in your body in one go."
"The battle...I'm afraid it's about to begin."
