Pirate_ My clones are all over the world!

Rogge tensed his arms and grabbed Black Sabbath’s arm to pull him out of the shadow.

“I couldn’t resist at all just now.” Giorno was still frightened.

Black Sabbath’s suppression was absolute, and Giorno couldn’t break free.

“It’s okay now, let me see the innermost insect arrow.” Rogge stared at Black Sabbath’s mouth.

Why don’t you have a long mouth?

“Whoosh!”

Black Sabbath’s arrows were carried by his true form, Porpo, and Diavolo gave them to Porpo to test newcomers.

“caught you!”

Rogge was overjoyed. The insect arrow on Black Sabbath’s tongue was held in Rogge’s hand.

This guy also started to suppress me.

Rogge felt Black Sabbath’s ability beginning to affect him.

But the substitute was suppressed. I don’t only have a substitute!

“Bang!”

Rogge raised his black fist and hit the substitute.

“This…” Giorno was stunned. How many abilities do you have? There shouldn’t be so many substitutes!

Punch after punch, each punch was extremely powerful, and cracks began to appear on Black Sunday’s body.

Can a substitute be broken into pieces? Giorno was skeptical, but he saw it today.

call!

“Bang!”

Black Sabbath collapsed as Rogue sat on top of Black Sabbath and beat him up for half a minute.

“It seems that this arrow can only be taken from the main body.” Rogge’s hand touched the insect arrow in Black Sabbath’s mouth again, and the insect arrow shattered.

“Forget it, let’s go find Polnareff. That’s an insect arrow that can evolve.” Rogge gave up Polbo’s insect arrow.

“Let’s go to prison.” Rogge’s hair stood up because of the electric light, and his clothes became much warmer.

“Okay…” Giorno followed Rogge.

“Not bad, although it’s half an hour late.” Polbo looked at Rogge and Giorno who were a little late.

“You are already official members of the organization.” Bolbo officially announced.

“Then we’re leaving.”

“Let’s go, let’s go,” Polpo said impatiently.

Picked up the General Tso’s Chicken that the two brought.

“There are also drinks, are they free?”

Outside prison.

“Porpo is inside this window.” Giorno took out a rat from his pocket.

He used the golden experience to conjure a mole, and left a substance in Bolbo’s prison that attracted the mole.

“It’s a really nice place. There are windows. There’s no need to worry about him escaping.”

“It’s a miracle that his size can come out of this window.” Rogge aimed at Bolbo’s window.

“Bang!”

There was a gunshot.

“Okay, let’s go, it’s over.”

After hearing the gunfire, Rogge had nothing to do except confirm the death information of Bolbo.

“Why should we kill him?” Giorno had never actually killed anyone.

“You think gangsters are the kind of people who saved you in the first place. Enthusiastic organizations are not a good thing.”

“In addition to drugs, robbery, and kidnapping, what he was involved in also included forced prostitution of women and human trafficking.”

“If you become a gang boss, you will have a long way to go.” Rogge does not think that gangs are good, they are just the product of the government’s inaction.

“That Bolbo can’t be a cadre if he doesn’t have lives on his hands.”

“That’s it.” Giorno was moved by Rogge.

“When you become a gang boss in the future, those industries will be slowly abandoned.”

“The bright industry of the future is the technology industry. Do you know computers?”

Rogge mentioned the future development prospects of the gang.

“I know a little bit.” Giorono understood that this was Rogge talking about the future path to wealth. Is this also his prophetic ability?

“Just buy stocks! Be aggressive in stocks!”

“We are not only gangsters, but we also want to come ashore and put the entire city under our control.” Rogge imagined.

“One is black and one is white, two lines are blooming.”

…

“Porpo is dead.”

Bucciarati got the news.

“Dead?” The tea cup held by Apache shook.

He thought that Rogge might take some action, but he didn’t expect to kill Bolbo directly.

“Too reckless,” Bucciarati commented.

“But in this case, do you have a chance, Bucciarati!” Mista suddenly thought.

“You mean the property of Polbo that Rogge mentioned?” Bucciarati said.

“Then let’s set off quickly!”

“What should I do if I throw it away!” Nalanga was not interested in studying with Fuge, but as soon as he heard that he could go out and run, he immediately threw away the paper.

“Nalanga, don’t be distracted! Tell me quickly, what is eleven plus fifteen?

”

Fuge had a bad temper and held down Nalanga’s head, asking him to write the question well.

“Eleven plus fifteen is equal to…” Nalanjia clapped his fingers.

“Equal to twenty-three!”

“Idiot!” Fugo even wanted to open Nalanga’s head to see what was inside.

The other three people have become accustomed to Fugo teaching Naranga.

“Well, let’s go right away.”

Regardless of whether Rogge lied to him or not, Bolbo is dead.

The cadres in this area were absent and he had to seize this opportunity.

“If it’s true, then Rogge is really a prophetic substitute.” Apaki stopped Fugo and Naranga who were about to fight.

“Go quickly, go quickly.” Nalanga broke free from Fugo’s fist and was the first to rush out of the door.

“go together.”

Bucciarati’s orders are absolute in this team.

“Is everything he said true?”

Bucciarati thought to himself, and couldn’t help but touch a piece of paper in his pocket.

It contained the names and details of their enthusiastic organizing bosses.

From the boss’s childhood to adulthood, and his schizophrenia.

Tobio and Diavolo are one person, with all the information and stand-in abilities of the Guardians.

Rogge even specially marked the infamous BIG.

Not to mention the boss’s stand-in ability, which gave Bucciarati a headache after watching it.

Cut away time and predict the future.

As long as the ability is related to time, there is no weak one.

Bucciarati thought of Rogge’s confident expression. He could tell whether someone was lying from the sweat of others.

Rogge looked like a linguist, even the boss himself might not understand that much.

“If that’s the case, there’s no problem for me to follow him.”

Bucciarati is a pragmatic man, if Rogge really wants to crack down on drugs and other crimes after becoming a mob boss.

He doesn’t mind helping Rogge, even giving his own life.

Holding the paper in his hand tightly, Bucciarati recalled the information on it again.

He took out his lighter and burned it.

“Bucciarati, why are you so slow?”

Nalanja saw that Bucciarati had not followed, so he came back and called him.

“Let’s go.”

Bucciarati threw the burned ashes into the coffee and drank it in one gulp.