Chapter 82: Arrangements for Mista
16:15.
Twenty minutes had passed since the Anti-Diablo Alliance was officially established.
During these twenty minutes, Li Qing and others successfully defeated the invading enemy, recovered their physical condition, unified the team's thinking, accepted new members, and finally embarked on a new journey with a new attitude.
The first task before them is:
"We need to get a big car quickly."
Bucciarati said very seriously.
At this moment, Abbazi was driving, Li Qing was sitting in the passenger seat, and he and Giorno, Narancia, Fugo, Mista and a group of five people were squeezed in the back seat of the car which was originally designed to seat only three people.
Although his resolute and tough face had been squeezed into a big funny shape on the car window, Bucciarati's tone remained calm:
"This sedan won't accommodate seven of us."
"With the way we are packed like sardines in a can, if we are attacked by the enemy, I'm afraid we won't even be able to fight back."
"Apache."
After explaining his idea, Bucciarati gave Abbacchio an order:
"Turn right at the intersection ahead and stop near the shopping mall on that street."
"I have a seven-seater SUV hidden in the underground garage of that mall, which can be used as a means of transportation for us."
"ah?"
Before Apache could say anything, Li Qing immediately had some opinions:
"Why don't you hurry up and leave the city now?"
"If you stop to get the car, you might be caught up by the killer."
"You said it lightly!"
Fugo's head was stuck between Giorno and Narancia's arms, squeezing them so hard that they couldn't even breathe.
He yelled and cursed :
"Baldy, why do you occupy the passenger seat by yourself?"
"If you think it's okay, you can sit in the back and try to squeeze in!"
"No, that is impossible."
Li Qing defended his "privilege" with confidence.
He turned his head to look at the fashionable outfits of Fuge and others, and said in a very strange tone:
"Look at you guys wearing holey clothes, belly-baring clothes, breast-baring clothes, tight clothes..."
"Even if I, Li Qing, die outside, jumping off , I will never squeeze with you, the muscular men in revealing clothes."
"What do you know!"
"This is fashion, fashion, understand?"
Milan, the fashion capital, is located in Italy. As a trendy young Italian, Fuge doesn't think there is anything wrong with his avant-garde dress.
"Alright, alright..."
Giorno spoke up to stop this meaningless quarrel:
"The road is rough and dangerous. We really need to get a better car."
"but…"
"There's no need to go out of your way to get Bucciarati's car, right?"
Based on his usual lifestyle, he made a good suggestion:
"There are so many cars on the street, I can just 'borrow' one - with the ability I have honed over the years, 'borrowing' a car won't take up much time."
"No, it's not just about the car."
Bucciarati struggled to adjust his face to the glass:
"The car also contained weapons, ammunition, cash, fake license plates, fake IDs, disposable cell phones, and disguise tools that I had prepared in advance."
The Mafia is a high-risk profession. Those underworld bosses usually seem to be in a prosperous and smooth sailing, but you never know when they will fall into desperate situations such as gang vendettas or internal strife within the organization.
A cunning rabbit has three burrows. For the sake of their own safety, they often prepare several escape routes for themselves in advance.
In order to cope with the crises that could occur at any time in his underworld career, Bucciarati followed the example of his peers and carefully set up several hiding places and escape tools in the city of Naples.
"It was just an unintentional insurance policy."
“I didn’t expect that they would actually come in handy.”
Bucciarati sighed with a hint of emotion:
"You may not understand how much control the organization has over this country."
"In addition to countless peripheral thugs and street thugs who can act as spies, the Passion organization has also set up a special 'Technology Intelligence Group' with advanced technological capabilities that can monitor the entire territory of Italy."
"Telephone, postal service, Internet, radio, government intranet, police communications, traffic information, public surveillance..."
"Everything is under the organization's surveillance."
"Without those fake documents and license plates as cover, we would have been exposed before we could leave Naples."
"I see."
Li Qing understood what Bucciarati meant.
Indeed, in modern warfare, intelligence always comes before troops move.
If there is no way to conceal their tracks under the surveillance of the organization, they will always be in a passive state where the enemy is in the dark and they are in the light.
So Li Qing immediately agreed to the plan.
Apaki then changed direction and drove the car to the underground garage of the shopping mall, and then found a remote and deserted alley to stop.
"Mistah."
Bucciarati suddenly called out Mista's name.
This rookie, who inexplicably offended Diablo for inexplicable reasons and eventually joined the team inexplicably, didn't say much along the way and didn't have a chance to speak.
and…
His current 'teammates' have either robbed him, beaten him, or kidnapped him...
It was indeed a bit awkward for Mista to be squeezed together with this group of guys who had turned enemies into friends.
So, when he heard Bucciarati specifically calling him, he was slightly stunned: "What?"
"Please."
Bucciarati took out a car key from his pocket and handed it to him with difficulty through a group of muscular men:
"Go in and help us get the car out."
"Um?"
Mista subconsciously took the key, but subconsciously felt something was wrong:
"Just let me go alone?"
"That's right."
Bucciarati replied:
"This mall has always been protected by the Passion Organization, and there are many minions from outside the organization stationed nearby."
"If we show up in public, we will definitely be noticed by these spies at the first sight."
"But you're different, Mista. The boss just learned your name."
"These short ten minutes are definitely not enough time for them to find out your information, find your photo, and fax it to every peripheral henchman."
"So, among us, only your appearance has not been mastered by the enemy."
"I see."
Mista nodded, with a hint of excitement in his voice:
Yes, after being forced to become the target of the organization, he was not only not nervous or afraid, but even a little excited.
Because Mista was originally just an idle gangster, he had never seen the true darkness and did not know the horror of the Passion organization.
For Mista...
The peaceful life is broken, involved in a supernatural crisis, awakening superpowers, getting in trouble with gangsters, meeting powerful companions, and embarking on a journey of escape...
How is this bad luck?
This is basically like getting the protagonist's script!
At this moment, all Mista had in his heart was longing for the future.
"Leave it to me."
After being entrusted with the "important task" by Bucciarati, he even forgot the little embarrassment that had occurred between him and his teammates:
"I'll be right in there and get the car out."
As he spoke, Mista gripped the car keys tightly, immediately opened the door and walked out of the alley.
He walked out of the alley in two steps and disappeared around the corner.
The "teammates" in the car seemed to think that he could no longer hear them, so they immediately started to "whisper" behind his back:
"Bucciarati!"
The first one who couldn't hold back was Fugo:
"Do you really want this 'rookie' to join the team?"
"That guy is just a small-time thug who just awakened his Stand. Bringing him along will only hold us back!"
The sound was neither loud nor soft, but it was just loud enough for Mista, who had not walked far yet, to hear it.
He couldn't help but stop.
The teammates' whispers continued:
“I don’t think so either.”
Abbaki said in a serious tone:
“I absolutely agree with Mista’s passion and quality.”
"But he is still too immature. He has no idea what we are facing and lacks sufficient combat experience."
"indeed."
Li Qing didn't pay attention to Mista's footsteps, so he stabbed him in the back:
"If it wasn't for that phone call, I wouldn't want to bring this guy along."
"He still hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem. I feel like this guy's attitude is more like he's just 'playing games' than mine."
"I know…"
"The danger of going against the organization should not be borne by a passerby like him."
Bucciarati sighed softly:
"That's why I came here specially."
"In that car were disguise tools, a large amount of cash, simple equipment for making ID photos, and fake IDs and passports that could be used by simply attaching photos."
"If we get these things, we can help Mista escape from the country."
