[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

PASSIONE.

Biggest gangster in Italy.

A few years ago, it grew stronger than when it started, and almost swallowed up other organizations.

No one knows who its BOSS is, and the organizational structure is extremely simple. The BOSS issues orders to the secretary, the secretary communicates to the cadres, and the cadres hand over to the captain of the subordinates.Except for their own cadres, most of the time members have no contact with other high-level organizations.

Yet simplicity is power.

No, it should be said - mystery is power.

Some members of the organization seem to have special abilities. As for whether it is evil spirits or magic, who knows.

In the past, Risut didn't care much about these things.

Even though gangsters can be seen everywhere, they have nothing to do with ordinary people.As long as you don't get involved in some secret transactions or fights, you don't need to deal with gangsters at all.Maybe there are many gangsters who pretend to be ordinary people, but if they pretend to be ordinary people, they won't ask for trouble.

But when—

Risut stood in front of the man's body, panting heavily.

The culprit who killed his cousin's child four years ago was right in front of him.

Blood soaked the floor, and even the cracks in the stones were full of fishy smell.

The knife stabbed from behind, pierced through the gap in the ribs and pierced the heart, killing him with one blow.

The boy gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

When the moment of revenge came, there were no expected emotions——

There is no fear and disgust of blood or corpses, no panic about how to deal with the follow-up, and even the original anger towards the man disappeared.The moment the knife stabbed in, his hand was very steady, and he even calculated which angle was the most suitable.As for breathing, it's just... not enough physical strength.

He followed him all the way, even avoiding the cameras and pedestrians on the street.

Calm and cautious.

...perfect assassination.

He threw the knife into the trash can and walked to the sink next to it—now that it was in the park, it could still be done by punching his face.

He washed the blood off his face and hair, and looked sideways at the corpse.

It was the first assassination in his life - but not the last.

A few days later, someone came to the door.

Guys not dressed like ordinary people surrounded him, as if they were planning to settle accounts with him.The tall man restrained his arms and pressed him on the sofa at home.

... Can't escape?

The boy is very familiar with the layout of the house, but it seems that he can't create a chance to escape.

He breathed steadily, looked up at the men who were still rummaging through the house, and his heart was extremely calm after confirming that he could not escape.

The hatred was over, and he was ready from the moment he went for revenge.

Since the driver was redeemed from prison at the age of 14, there is naturally a relationship with the gang.Even if it is not a gangster, it must have certain influence.

Revenge comes after revenge, that's obvious.

There is nothing to say about killing people.

But as he calmly waited for death, the man rummaged and found something——

"...Hey, boy, why do you have this?"

The hands of the man in the suit seemed to tremble before he came over and knelt down and grabbed his hair to ask this question.

The pain in the scalp made Risut narrow his eyes, struggled violently, and was held down by the person behind him again.

Fortunately, the man didn't do this kind of action for anything—it was just to make him look up—he spread his hands, showing what he just mentioned in front of his eyes.

Risut froze.

He almost forgot that this so-called souvenir was placed in the corner of his home, and he didn't even find anything to put it on. Now the man found it, and it was covered with dust and some unidentified flocs.

The man casually took a piece of paper from the table next to him and wiped it clean, revealing the main body gleaming in the sun.

——Golden medal with delicate patterns.

"Are you an enthusiastic person? Which cadre works for you?" The man continued to ask, "...Could it be that this assassination was an order?"

"..."

"Speak, or are you a pickpocket, and this thing was stolen from someone else? I don't think there are a few people in the organization who would be killed by a brat like you—"

"...Two years ago." Risut whispered, "Two years ago, a man I met in Sicily gave it to me."

"—"

After the voice fell, the man showed a dazed expression.

Then start denying.

"...No, that's impossible. Only cadres can issue tokens. There are only a few cadres responsible for recruiting new recruits. There was no trip to Sicily two years ago—"

The man's voice stopped abruptly.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Risut's expression changed.

"Is there such a possibility...?"

...?

What is he saying?

Risut looked at him and tilted his head in confusion.

"...not a stand-in messenger either." The man let go of his hand and frowned at him, "Risut Niero, I'll give you a chance."

"..."

"Join the gang and you can survive."

"—"

The boy's rare-colored eyes widened slightly, and his expression of calmness after being found at the door finally revealed a bit of surprise.

He has no right to refuse.

This is a deal, as long as you agree to survive, this matter will be written off.

Although he did have the idea of ​​joining the gang after revenge, but he never thought of this form.

"Hmph...don't worry, but we can't recruit people privately, you should be...an intern first." The man raised his eyes, "I'll go for an interview when it's suitable."

"..."

Risut looked at him without saying a word.

He realized that this memento had put him in some kind of incident or crisis, and that the people in front of him were having bad ideas.

If you use your brain a little, you can know that the internship is not considered as joining the gang, but becomes their eyeliner, and this status will continue after the so-called interview.

There is no unity within this gang.

They had some guess about the man who gave him the souvenir—

And have some kind of unrealistic purpose.

But Risut just lowered his eyelids with a cute and docile expression, as if silently obeying the man's decision.

He didn't need to make plans for that person, but the person in front of him was undoubtedly not his companion.

The dead body of his family members was outside the house. Even if he couldn't see the dead body, his nostrils were filled with the smell of blood.

The person in front of him stood up in satisfaction, and the man behind him also let go.

The boy stood up, rubbed his sore wrist, and took the medal back from the man.

He had to get the strength to act, but not now, after all—

——Revenge takes time, assassination needs waiting.

And he just happens to be good at patience.

The author has something to say: The copy of Star Arrow is basically from someone else's perspective, so the boss will be offline for two chapters.

But every chapter has his shadow [? ? ?

Hmm... read the next draft

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