Chapter 83: Stop after this job
“These guys…”
Hearing these "derogatory" whispers, Mista couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.
However, he quickly put his fist down:
“They are all good people…”
Mista sighed with emotion.
He is just naive and yearns for excellence, but he is not stupid.
He could tell that these guys who "talked bad about others behind their backs" were not rejecting him, but were concerned about him.
Because they don't want innocent people to be involved in danger, they will try every means to get themselves away.
Especially Bucciarati...
Somehow, Mista could always feel an indescribable tenderness in his voice.
"Should I go, then?"
Mista was in a dilemma.
He re-examined the whole thing and began to face up to his own shallow mentality and lack of ability.
Indeed, he lacked combat experience and was not proficient in the use of a Stand.
Recalling the battle with Apache, when he saw the piece of meat coming towards him, he even gave up thinking because of fear and panic.
"If it was Li Qing, if it was Giorno..."
"They will definitely remain calm and find a way to fight back in that situation, right?"
"And I..."
Mista pursed his lips tightly, feeling disappointed:
"In fact, with Sexy Pistol's ability, I clearly had a chance to turn the tables at that time."
"But I was like the French in World War II, I was frightened into surrendering before I could put up much resistance."
"I am so weak..."
“Do you really have the ability to go on?”
The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself, and his mindless enthusiasm gradually faded away, and he became completely disheartened.
"Mistah..."
Six little stand-ins, each with their own self-awareness, named Sexy Pistols, quietly appeared beside Mista, and at the same time cast comforting glances at their lost master.
"What do you think?"
"Am I suitable to be the 'protagonist'?"
Mista started chatting with his double in his mind.
"this…"
The six little guys looked at each other, seeming to want to say something but stopping themselves.
In the end, the outspoken and cold-hearted No.6 got straight to the point and said:
“The answer is of course “NO”!”
"You don't even recognize all six of our faces, how can you go out and fight such a brutal enemy?"
"Stupid Mista..."
As a stand born from Mista's consciousness, No.6 immediately shattered his master's fantasy:
"Reality is not a movie. There is no such thing as an immortal protagonist!"
"Forehead…"
Being scolded by his own Stand, Mista couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Well...I am indeed too young."
"Even if it's a street fight, they won't let inexperienced thugs take part. If someone like me who has never seen anything like it joins the team by force, I will only be a hindrance, right?"
He spoke rational and discouraging words, but his body was shaking uncontrollably.
Finally, when the car keys in his hand were almost bleeding, Mista reluctantly accepted the reality:
"I see."
"Once I have finished this, I will seek refuge abroad."
As he spoke, he took difficult steps and slowly walked towards the underground garage.
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It seemed that because it was a weekday, there were not many customers in the mall's underground garage.
Mista walked into the underground garage, and all he saw were the scattered parked cars, the ceiling covered with all kinds of pipes and thick wires, and the whirring high-power exhaust fan.
"No one?"
"Very good…"
Mista suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he immediately laughed at himself for his nervousness:
"I'm so scared to pick up a car by myself..."
"I am so immature that I am not qualified to be the protagonist."
Mista shook his head helplessly, and then he set his mind to look for the SUV that Bucciarati mentioned:
"The model is Chevrolet SUBURBAN GMT400..."
"The license plate is FO·444UR..."
"The parking space is... No. 144, Section 4, Basement..."
"ah!!"
He suddenly hugged his head tightly, his face turned pale:
“Why are there so many 4s?”
"Is this God targeting me? It's unlucky... so unlucky!"
"Yes..."
Mista thought back to the series of tragedies that had happened to him today, including being robbed, beaten, chased by real meat, hit by fake meat, and finally, inexplicably forming :
"I've been having bad luck today!"
"If I run to get this car, I might get even more unlucky!"
He was mumbling something to himself, but his body had already walked honestly to where the SUV was parked.
After all, this is his first and last mission after becoming a "partner of justice".
No matter whether it is auspicious or not, Mista wants to do this job well before calling it quits.
"Um…"
" It should be fine, it should be fine..."
He carefully observed the empty underground garage around him, and finally took out the key given to him by Bucciarati and walked towards the SUV.
However, just as Mista was about to step forward and open the car door...
"Huh?"
A slightly excited voice suddenly sounded: "Is this car yours?"
“Who is it?!”
Mista was startled.
"My name is Victor, Victor Axeler"
A young man with silver-white hair slowly walked out from behind the thick pillars of the underground garage, with a dangerous smile on his face:
"Of course you are not familiar with this name."
"But you should know clearly who I am."
As he spoke, the young man named Victor slowly pulled out a pistol and pointed the muzzle directly at Mista:
"Am I right, Bucciarati's companion?"
"W-what?"
Mista swallowed.
He endured that extremely bad feeling and pretended to be stupid with difficulty:
"What are you talking about...Who is Bucciarati?"
“Haha… stop pretending!”
Victor smiled coldly:
"Do you think the organization won't be able to react after you just betrayed them?"
"You traitors really underestimated the power of the organization..."
"The boss has long been wary of your Bucciarati team, so he collected all the information about your team in advance."
"Ten minutes ago, the boss officially confirmed the defection of Team Bucciarati;"
"One minute later, all the information about Bucciarati's team had been passed to every member of the SS - including Bucciarati's bank statements, the receipts of his private car purchases, and his long-term payment records at this parking lot."
"And I…haha."
He held the gun tightly, and his smile was full of pride:
"I happen to be good at paying attention to details."
"Others may focus on the intelligence about your Stand's abilities, but I prefer to analyze those insignificant information records."
"As expected... Bucciarati, like other gang leaders, hid a set of escape tools in advance to prepare for any unexpected events."
"Unfortunately, I was near this mall when I figured this out."
"So, I tried to come over and investigate."
“I didn’t expect…”
Victor paused and looked down at his watch:
"I only waited four minutes, and a big fish really fell into my trap."
"What?"
Mista's expression was extremely ugly:
"Again, another 4... Damn it!"
"The guy who was able to analyze the information happened to be near where the car was hidden, and I was caught on the spot just ten minutes after I got in trouble with the gangsters... How could a person be so unlucky!"
"really…"
"It turns out that this world is targeting me!"
He was so angry and annoyed by his terrible luck that he even forgot to be afraid for a moment.
And Victor did not give Mista time to adjust his mentality:
"Your face didn't appear in the traitors' personnel intelligence, but I know that you must be related to Bucciarati."
"Let me think about it..."
"The only guy the boss asked us to hunt down without a description of his appearance is... Guido Mista!"
He suppressed his inner excitement and asked aggressively:
"Mista, you are Mista, right?"
"Although I don't know what you did, the boss thinks highly of you..."
"Your head is more valuable than those traitors in Bucciarati, and even on the same level as the Li Qing who appeared at the beginning."
Victor pulled the trigger without hesitation:
"Thank you, Mista..."
"I, Victor, will take over this cadre position!"
