Chapter 47: Awakening of the Stand
Guido Mista was born in an ordinary village in the countryside of Naples.
Different from his peers who are full of youthful vigor and never stop striving, this young man who grew up bathed in the warm Mediterranean breeze has longed for a comfortable and leisurely life since he was a child.
And Mista also implemented this ideal well:
After graduating from junior high school, he stopped going to school and instead wandered the streets of Naples enjoying life.
He enjoys sleeping and also likes to watch the swaying of branches or floating clouds in the sun.
He enjoys the aroma of wine and also likes to taste delicious cheese.
When I see a pretty girl, I will approach her and chat with her even if I will be scolded.
When I ran out of pocket money, I'd go back to the theater and beat up the guys who were lining up to curse Clint Eastwood, then take their money.
…
Of course, the above description is a literary version of "little happiness" written from Mista's own perspective.
From the perspective of others, especially those villagers in his hometown who use Mista as a negative example to educate their children:
Guido Mista is simply an incompetent student who dropped out of school, an idle thug, a hooligan who molests women, a thug who robs and fights, and a non-recyclable wet garbage.
If he continues on this path, sooner or later he will become one of those losers who live on government handouts and do odd jobs for the gang.
but…
Even a man like Mista, a despised little gangster, knows what is right and what is wrong, what is justice and what is evil.
Although the bald guy named Li Qing robbed him of two motorcycles and a mobile phone, and punched him in the face when he subconsciously pulled out his gun to fight back, causing him to lie on the street for more than ten minutes before waking up...
But Mista knew that Li Qing was just.
After all, Li Qing risked his own life to save him from the hands of that horrible piece of meat, and bravely and fearlessly sealed the piece of meat underground, saving the city in danger.
so…
When the tall man with silver hair draped over his shoulders, his chest muscles exposed, and a coquettish standing posture, who looked like a gangster at first glance, came up to ask about Li Qing's whereabouts, Mista instinctively, subconsciously, and without hesitation , chose to cover up for Li Qing.
"No, I haven't."
Without even thinking about the consequences of lying to the villain, Mista did not hesitate to stand on the side of the man who had just robbed him not long ago.
This clumsy lie seemed to have fooled the other party, and the bad guy turned around and left without further entanglement.
Mista only had time to think at this time:
"The bald guy said that he is in a very dangerous situation now."
"Sure enough, someone came to investigate his whereabouts so quickly."
"That is to say..."
"Is this man in front of me actually in the same group with that piece of meat from before?"
Thinking of the piece of meat that had wreaked havoc in the city and almost choked him to death not long ago, Mista directly regarded the silver-haired man in front of him as an anti-human terrorist who would do anything to achieve his goal.
There was even more disgust in his eyes.
But at this moment, the silver-haired man suddenly stopped and walked back slowly.
"Why are you here again?" Mista asked with a guilty look on his face.
"that…"
Apache silently moved closer to Mista:
"I just want to ask..."
"What is this?"
As he said this, he ordered Melancholy Blues to stretch out its blue palm in front of Mista and randomly extend a few fingers.
"Four."
Mista answered subconsciously.
“You can see it!”
Apaki's face changed and he immediately confirmed Mista's identity as a stand-in.
Stand users are not ordinary people you can find casually. The one in front of him who appeared in a sensitive place at a sensitive time and was obviously helping Li Qing cover his whereabouts was most likely an enemy of the organization.
So, he immediately rushed forward and attacked, delivering a powerful elbow strike to Mista's defenseless and vulnerable waist and abdomen.
Although his Stand Melancholy Blues is not a combat-type Stand that is good at fighting, the Stand user Abbaki is a combat-type Stand user with a strong physique and perfect physical skills.
Abbazi used all his strength and with one strike he hit Mista so hard that his blood was churning inside his body.
He instinctively bent down, holding his stricken belly. His skin was red and swollen due to the severe pain, and he looked like a cooked prawn.
“You…what are you doing?!”
Mista let out a painful roar with difficulty.
And Apache showed no mercy.
He knew that he could not slack off at all when dealing with the Stand User, otherwise, if the other party used some terrible Stand ability, the situation would be reversed in an instant.
Therefore, Apache completely ignored Mista's roar that was faintly begging for mercy, and took advantage of the other party's pain to suddenly chop him down with a knife, aiming directly at the back of his neck.
"ah!"
Mista cried out in pain and bent down to crawl a little deeper.
"You didn't faint?"
“This guy has a really nice physique…”
Apache was vaguely surprised and even more fearful.
He immediately bent his knees and pressed down on Mista's back from behind, pressed down on Mista's neck with one hand, and clamped Mista's arm from behind with the other hand, and used a standard police grappling technique to pin the opponent to the ground.
Mista's head was pressed to the ground, one of his hands was tied tightly behind his back by Apache, and the other hand was pressed down by his own body . He didn't even have a way to fight back.
At the same time, the silver-haired man on top of him continued to increase his strength, pressing the nerves and blood vessels in his neck with his palms.
Obviously, the other party had no intention of talking to him, but wanted to beat him into a coma.
"no…"
"This guy is an anti-human terrorist... I must not fall into his hands!"
Mista relied on his inhumanly strong physique to stay awake with great difficulty.
He tried his best to move the hand that was firmly pressed down by his body, and fumbled to hold the revolver slung at his waist in his hand.
"Can you still move?"
Apache was even more surprised:
The enemy did not lose consciousness after being hit hard again and again, but he did not summon a stand to fight back.
Could it be that his Stand ability is "having a particularly muscular body"? ?
Apaki was puzzled, so he increased the strength of his hands, trying to knock Mista unconscious in one breath.
His stand is not good at fighting. If the close-range sneak attack fails to successfully make the opponent unable to resist, the subsequent situation will be very unfavorable for him.
"Uh...ah..."
Mista groaned in pain, and his consciousness gradually became blurred due to insufficient blood supply to the brain.
The revolver that he had managed to hold was stuck firmly under him because of the pressure from his body.
No matter how hard Mista struggled, he couldn't get the hand holding the gun out from under his body, let alone point the gun at the bad guy behind him.
“Damn it…”
Mista was somewhat desperate:
"I can't move at all... I have no hope of fighting back!"
In this despair, his consciousness became even more blurred.
At this moment, perhaps because his brain was confused, he suddenly heard several strange but clear voices in his ears:
"Mistad—"
"Shoot!"
"Shoot? What kind of gun should I shoot..." Mista answered in his mind dizzily: "How can I hit someone if I can't even aim the gun?"
"It's okay..."
"Trust us, Mista!"
In a trance, Mista only felt that there were six "little people" flying around in front of him:
They are about the size of a bullet and look yellow in appearance, very much like a bullet, but they have hands, feet, a head, a face, a nose, and a mouth. Even the expressions on their facial expressions are so vivid and natural.
"Mistah, shoot!"
They danced up and down in front of Mista's eyes, urging him in unison:
"You can hit the target without aiming, because..."
"Bullets can turn corners!"
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PS: Stand-in panel
Alias name: [Sexy Pistol]
Main body - Guido Mista
Destructive power: E
Speed: C
Range: The distance a bullet travels
Sustainability: A
Movement precision: A
Growth: B
Ability: Can control the trajectory of bullets after they are fired, and can be a stand-in like a villain. Can ride on bullets to change direction, and use kicks to quickly change the trajectory. Combined with multiple powers, can split bullets and hit multiple targets.
The team consists of 6 people, each with their own self-awareness. They are numbered from No.1 to No.7, and there is no No.4 because of Mista's insistence.
