Chapter 81 Chocolat
Not long after.
In a corner of Naples, Diablo made a phone call with a grim look:
"Demolition team, I have a mission for you."
"Go to the neighborhood of Cerrita, on the coast of Palermo Harbor, and blow up the place."
"Yes, boss!"
"Our blasting team is committed to completing the mission!"
"But, Boss, can you tell me more about the specific mission objective?"
"I told you, the Cerrita neighborhood in the harbor of Palermo."
"Then what?"
"Which street and building in the Cerrita neighborhood is the target of this mission?"
"No, idiot!"
Diablo's voice was slightly out of control.
He tried his best to suppress the waves of turmoil in his heart, and growled in a voice full of oppression:
"Don't make me say it a third time - I want you to blow up not a building, but a block, an entire block!"
"Bring out all the explosives you can and raze that entire block to the ground!"
“…”
The guy on the other end of the phone was already frightened by this crazy order:
"B-bomb an entire block?"
"Boss, isn't this too much...if things get out of hand, we won't be able to suppress them!"
"I think..."
"I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel!"
"I don't care what you think. Today, today I want to see the news that the neighborhood has completely disappeared on the headlines of the evening news!"
The guy from the blasting team didn't even have time to say anything before Diablo hung up the phone in annoyance.
He clutched the phone tightly, and a lingering murderous intent emerged in his evil yellow and green pupils:
“Damn it… it’s so damned!”
"Melancholy Blues... Why in the world is there such a terrible substitute!"
Melancholic Blues requires only two elements, time and place, to revisit the past.
What Diablo hates and is most sensitive to is someone being able to explore his past.
When Diablo thought of having Melancholy Blues as his stand-in, he felt like a little girl with a skirt that was too short. Wherever he went, he felt like someone was secretly staring at his private parts.
And what’s worse is…
When follow-up personnel arrived at the scene, only Fernando's body was found.
He saw that he had died from some killer virus, and there happened to be a Stand user in Bucciarati's team who could release the killer virus.
Later, Diavolo couldn't help himself and called Bucciarati directly to inquire about the situation, but no one answered.
All signs indicate that it is very likely that Abbazi, no, the entire Bucciarati team is suspected of betraying the organization.
"Apache... Li Qing..."
"One of them knows about my Stand ability, and the other has the ability to go back in time and find out my true self."
"If they really get together..."
“Even if I can erase all traces of my presence in Palermo Harbor this morning, I certainly can’t erase all traces of me in the past, present, and future. They will definitely…definitely find a loophole!”
Of course... Putting all that aside, what Diablo cares about most is the simple yet heavy word "fate":
"What a coincidence... Is it really such a coincidence?"
"In just one day, first a cockroach appeared that knew my Stand's abilities and could survive, and then a bedbug appeared that could spy on other people's past."
With a stiff expression, he calculated the enemy's inexplicably swollen combat power:
"And there's Bucciarati, Fugo, Naranja... that guy who dared to call and humiliate me, Mista... and that blond kid who once appeared at Mount Vesuvius with Li Qing."
"Li Qing's power is growing stronger and stronger!"
"And the person who brought them together..."
"It's me, Diablo!"
Diablo felt like a fly caught in a spider web. The harder he struggled, the tighter he got entangled in the web.
"If I hadn't seen that damned rock, I wouldn't have been careful enough to need to resort to the power of the lower levels of organization."
"If I hadn't used the power of the lower-level organizations, there would have been no way that Bucciarati and his men would have met with Li Qing."
"Destiny, is this destiny?"
Although he didn't know the real outcome of Bucciarati and others going after Li Qing, he instinctively realized that the situation that would follow might be extremely bad.
“Damn it!!”
"This damn fate, is it really not on my side?"
Diablo, who was entangled in fear and anger, wanted to rush to Li Qing right now and solve this serious problem at once.
But reason told him that he couldn't be so impulsive.
after all…
The ability of the Moody Blues is just too much of a hassle.
If he acts rashly without the assurance of victory, his true face will be exposed to the opponent because of his recklessness.
In this way, the enemy only needs to replay the battle scene, without even spending time looking for traces of his past.
"calm…"
"Observe the situation first and then make a calm judgment. This is the correct approach."
Diablo tried his best to adjust his mentality, but he unknowingly squeezed the sturdy Nokia in his hand and a shocking crack appeared.
Just when this unfortunate cell phone was about to be scrapped, a sudden phone ring saved it in time.
"Hello?"
Diablo answered the phone, and soon an unpleasant voice came from the other end.
The voice was full of excitement, excitement, and joy, but it lacked the respect and awe for Diablo, the powerful boss:
"Boss, it's the boss, right?"
"I have taken note of your order!"
“Although the journey is a bit long and the time is a bit tight…”
"But in order to help my dear boss solve the problem, Sai Ke and I still took the trouble to drive the helicopter here..."
"Ha ha ha ha…"
The voice became more and more disgusting:
"How's it going, boss?"
"Since I, Chocolat, am so loyal, can you let me kill without hesitation this time?"
“…”
Diablo was silent for a while:
Chocolat, one of his personal guards.
It is no exaggeration to say that this guy has the strongest "business" ability among his personal guards.
However, Chocolat is a bloodthirsty lunatic with a murderous habit, a biological garbage that even Diablo, the "trashy boss", despises.
At least Diablo kills for a purpose, but Jocrat kills just for the fun of it.
It is of course a good thing that dogs bite people.
But if the dog acts crazy and bites people randomly, the owner will be very unhappy.
"Damn it! Why is it this mad dog that comes here..."
Diablo thought unhappily:
“This is a densely populated city.”
"If I let this mad dog out to bite people randomly, I don't know how much effort I will have to put in to clean up his mess afterwards!"
He thought so, and then responded in a cold tone:
"Jocolat, you are not needed here."
"Go back to where you came from..."
"etc…"
Diablo was about to drive away Chocolat, who had come here to kill, but suddenly changed his mind midway through his words:
In order to hide his tracks, he even blew up the port area of Palermo...
Destroying another Naples doesn't seem like a big deal.
"You better stay."
Diablo ordered in a very dangerous tone.
"Oh?" The voice on the other end of the phone was so excited that it was almost distorted: "Can you kill as much as you want?"
"Can."
Since there were too many lice, Diablo was not afraid of being bitten, so he simply let the mad dog out.
“Just in time…”
Mista, Abbazi, Bucciarati, Fugo, Naranja, Li Qing, an unknown blond kid...
This series of names flashed through his mind: "There are too many guys looking for death."
