Chapter 243 Formaggio
A minute ago, Fugo and Narancia were still fighting for their lives with Jiaqiu in the bar.
At the same time, on another street also near the station, Mista was running back hurriedly with a bucket of ice cream.
He is also tasked with finding ice and coming back to Li Qing's rescue.
Mista ran alone outside the station for nearly a kilometer. Although he failed to find any ice, he found a dessert shop selling ice cream on the roadside in time.
Ice cream also has the effect of lowering body temperature, which is exactly the life-saving straw they desperately need right now.
Time was running out and no time was allowed to delay, and in the past few days Mista had gradually gotten used to the kind of life where he could go high and low like the wind, unconstrained by the mundane world .
So, after seeing the ice cream in the store through the window, he broke into the door of the dessert shop without saying a word, then, in front of the astonished eyes of the shop assistants, he suddenly opened the counter, picked up a bucket of ice cream, turned around and disappeared to the side of the street.
Maybe it was because Mista was too aggressive in his grabbing...borrowing, that no one stopped him when he was moving the ice cream.
He was actually happy to save trouble, and the entire moving process took place without any conversation or conflict, and was completed smoothly in just a few seconds.
Soon, Mista ran halfway down the street with the bucket of ice cream in his arms.
The ice cream in the bucket was emitting waves of sweet cold air, which made him feel at ease even as he felt his body was chilled.
"Almost there...still more than half a kilometer to go."
"I'll be back with the ice cream soon and let everyone go into the station to rescue Li Qing."
With such an urgent mood, Mista couldn't help but speed up his pace.
At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind him.
Then there was a shout full of anger and emotion:
"stop!"
"Stop it, you ice cream thief!"
As he was speaking, a young man chased after him in a rage.
"Hmm? Are you an employee of that dessert shop?"
"Ah...what a hassle..."
Mista frowned tightly, but his running did not slow down at all.
His first priority now was to run back to the train station. He didn't have the time to deal with the dessert shop clerk who had caught up with him out of nowhere.
So instead of stopping to confront the owner, Mista ran faster and faster with the lost property like a real thief.
"Asshole! You dirty sewer rat!"
"Don't even think about taking the ice cream away!"
The man chasing behind him did not back down as Mista had expected.
He even chased faster and faster amidst the angry roar, and soon he was close behind Mista.
Hearing the footsteps behind him becoming clearer and closer, Mista finally couldn't run away peacefully:
"It's just a bucket of ice cream. Is it necessary to fight so hard?"
"I've never met such a stubborn person before..."
"Oh...right...I was in such a hurry to get the ice cream just now that I forgot to follow the procedures."
Mista suddenly realized that he had indeed skipped some key steps when borrowing the supplies just now, and did not use reasonable communication methods to calm the owner's emotions.
Thinking of this, it would waste some time if he continued to move forward, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he stopped as the pursuer wished.
"I advise you not to chase her."
"Human lives are at stake. I really need this ice cream urgently."
Shaking the revolver that he had forgotten to take out in the store, Mista advised seriously.
After seeing such persuasive means, most people would not continue to argue over a bucket of ice cream.
But what caught Mista off guard was that the person he met this time was not an ordinary person, but a fool:
"Gun? Who are you trying to scare?"
"Beat me to death if you dare - beat me to death, come on!"
The man walked towards Mista's gun, cursing.
His face was full of recklessness and strength, his voice was full of anger, and he looked like a righteous citizen who refused to compromise with evil forces.
However, in stark contrast to his temperament, he had a dark blue crew cut that looked very much like a prisoner in a labor camp. He wore black pants and a bright red short jacket. The color combination of his entire outfit was very fashionable and eye-catching.
In addition, the red shirt studded with rivets was wide open in the cool early spring morning, revealing an extremely trendy hollow vest with strips of cloth underneath.
The fabric had no warmth-retaining effect and couldn't hide his eight-pack abs at all.
Just this outfit...
As soon as he shows up, you can tell that he is the old Stand user.
But unfortunately, Mista, like other Stand users in this world, has never had the ability to identify other people's identities by their clothes.
So, when the crew-cut man approached with an aggressive look on his face, Mista still just regarded him as a dessert shop clerk who had chased him all the way here to retrieve his lost property.
"Hey, hey... don't come near!"
Mista shook the gun in his hand, trying to look fierce and ferocious to scare people away: "It's just a bucket of ice cream, do you want to die for this?!"
"Bah!" The man with the crew cut acted very well.
He spat fiercely at Mista, and then acted like a fool:
"Little brat... you haven't even grown all your hair yet and you're imitating others to rob with a gun?"
"Do you dare to shoot? No... Do you know how to shoot?"
"I think there's no bullet in your gun!"
The man with a crew cut approached Mista step by step.
As he walked forward, he confidently ordered Mista around in the tone of a lost owner:
"Stop scaring people..."
"There's no way I'm going to let you take this bucket of ice cream away!"
"You..." Mista was a little overwhelmed.
He certainly didn't have any money on him, and scaring people with a gun wouldn't work, and really solving the problem by shooting was definitely not an option.
"I'll give you the money back, so stop bothering me!"
Mista had no choice but to evade the question with words while moving backwards.
However, when he made a move to run, the man with the buzz cut chased him more and more closely:
"Turn back to give it to me? Do you think I'm a fool?"
"Stop, stop right there!"
Using his identity as an angry owner as a cover, the man with a crew cut got closer and closer to Mista.
6 meters, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters...
"Don't come over here!"
Mista shouted loudly, his finger on the trigger subconsciously:
"If you come any closer I'll shoot you, seriously."
He finally vaguely realized that something was wrong.
Because 2 meters is the attack range of most melee stands.
Although the opponent's acting was flawless, as an ADC with long arms and a fragile body, Mista instinctively did not want a stranger to get close to him.
However, facing the black muzzle of the gun, the man with a crew cut suddenly sneered:
"Heh...are you finally serious about this?"
"It's too late!"
At this moment, he completely tore off his disguise as an ordinary citizen:
"Really... at this critical moment, you are still worried about the lives of ordinary people... you are so naive!"
"If you were smart enough to kill all the strangers who tried to approach me, I wouldn't have the chance to attack you."
The man with the crew cut spoke with a hint of mockery and reluctance.
The slight reluctance in his tone seemed to be saying:
The person who could defeat the invincible boss turned out to be exactly the same as described in the intelligence, but he was just a soft-hearted guy?
If they had known that these little brats with average stand abilities and naive personalities could kill the boss, their assassination team should have mustered up the courage to rebel earlier.
Fortunately, there is still a chance to make up for their previous overcautiousness:
“Little Feet!”
A thin humanoid substitute with long pointed nails, looking like a skinny monkey, suddenly appeared in front of Mista.
"Really an enemy?!"
Mista subconsciously wanted to shoot and fight back.
But the thin humanoid substitute's movements were extremely agile.
It first raised its hand and punched over the ice cream bucket that Mista was holding tightly in his arms, and then used its long and sharp nails to instantly cut Mista's palm.
Mista felt the pain and let go, and the ice cream bucket flew out of his hand with this punch.
Blood spurted out from the wound on his hand, and the ice cream that had risen into the air also poured forward in mid-air.
The man with the crew cut had ice cream splashed all over his head, and the half-empty ice cream bucket fell to the ground and rolled several meters away.
"Ha ha."
"I told you I would never let you take this bucket of ice cream away."
The man with a crew cut licked the ice cream at the corner of his mouth, and his smile became more mocking.
“Damn it…”
Mista's face was extremely gloomy.
Looking at the ice cream spilled all over the ground, his eyes suddenly turned cold:
"Sexy Pistol!"
With murderous intent, Mista pulled the trigger instantly.
Bullets whizzed out.
However, in this brief moment...
In Mista's astonished eyes, the enemy in front of him disappeared.
