Invincible I want a dream

Rome.

In the quiet alley, two young people walked one after the other.

Blood slipped from between his fingers, and the gangster who was walking in front with a haircut of a spirited boy was covering his injured left eye. After the knife was pulled out, the bleeding continued, and he was complaining in his heart.

If I had known that this seemingly shy softie was a ruthless guy who killed people without blinking an eye, he would not provoke anything, even blackmailed him with outrageous words. Was stabbed seriously.

It's over now, no matter how clever the doctor is, it's impossible to save his eyes. Removing the eyeballs is a must. If the situation is not good, the pain of inflammation is enough for him to drink a pot.

The gangster gasped in pain. He wanted to point the way and go to the hospital by himself first, but he didn't dare to refuse the request of this pink-haired young man suspected of being a mafia. He could only lead the way himself. alley.

"Why did you go further and further away? You didn't lie to me and wanted to dump me here, did you? What's more, you and Polnareff are in the same group?! You teamed up to ambush me, didn't you? ?!!"

Behind him, the deadly knife against his lower back was pushed forward. With just a slight movement, the sharp blade could cut through his clothes and penetrate deep into his flesh.

His life is in the hands of others, and he swallowed his saliva, feeling that his feet were so soft that he was about to fall down, and the tension and fear that could not be erased in his tone: "Of course not! You, you believe me! It's really here, my family lives Here, there is a cheap hotel in front, and the proprietress is my aunt. I met this man when I came to ask her for money, really! I remember very clearly, I laughed at him at that time, and then I fell down inexplicably. I fell down. You see, the scab on my hand fell at that time."

He was confused and trembling when he explained, Dobbio cut impatiently, pushed him, and urged him to lead the way quickly.

The environment here is very bad. At the same time, the concealment was very good, and it was like a maze. If he hadn't met this gangster, he would never have found this place.

Hiding in his consciousness, Diablo calmly guessed Polnareff's whereabouts.

The gangster walked ahead, so he didn't notice that Dobio's eyes had turned into strange broken pupils. This was a state where Diablo had surfaced but had not seized the autonomy of his body for the time being.

In this state, he can see everything Dobio sees, and he can appear at any time, catching the enemy by surprise. At the same time, Dobio can temporarily borrow the ability of his substitute "Crimson King" to predict.

The convenience of having two souls in one body has been his biggest guarantee for so many years.

Wary of the target that may show up at any time, Diablo is also thinking about the follow-up plan.

He has already sent his personal guards to intercept the group of restless dogs—the assassination squad, but due to the complexity of the situation, he has not been able to get feedback for the time being.

But his main targets are Polnareff, who knows his secret, and the biggest threat, the Bugarati team.

Of course, we can't forget his dear roommate and the biggest "hero", Kawahira Yutoki.

After solving the mistakes left over from a few years ago, he will immediately go to the designated place. This time, he will not show mercy to Buccarati, and will kill him and Trixie the moment he activates his ability.

After that, he eradicated the remaining team members, the first to bear the brunt was the guy named Giorno.

As for Chuan Pingyu, he will give him the happiest and most honorable death, which can be regarded as a farewell to the "past" - this time it is truly cutting off the past. He Diablo will eventually become the final winner, forever On the throne, dominate the entire dark world.

"It's here, it's here." The injured gangster breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the devil expectantly, hoping that he would let him leave with satisfaction.

But what greeted him was just a quick, precise and ruthless knife.

"Scare...scare..." This knife directly slit his throat, blocking his delusion of calling for help to survive.

Ignoring the dying man lying on the ground, Dobio looked at the light sign with the word "hotel" written on it and flashing vulgar colorful lights, and pushed open the half-closed door.

"The price is on the wall on the left, look for yourself." The middle-aged woman holding a file and an impatient expression said lazily without raising her head.

She didn't know that her cheap nephew, who was not related by blood, was idle, and often came to play the autumn wind, had collapsed in front of the store, swallowing his last breath unwillingly and remorsefully.

"I'm not here to stay at the hotel." Dobio held the blood-stained knife behind his back, "I'm here to find someone. Is there a disabled French man living here? He is in a wheelchair and has a broken leg. Only the right hand, and the eye is also half blind."

"Huh?" The proprietress finally gave the young man a serious look, "I'm just a hotel here, not a place to find people. If you want to find people, go to another place, don't come to me and affect the business—"

With a sound of "clang", the knife was stuck on the wooden table, and the remaining blood slid down the cold blade, "You stinky bitch! What are you talking about? I asked if there was a disabled person living in you, what would you give me?" What are you talking about? Answer my question, don’t you understand?!”

The proprietress broke out in a cold sweat immediately, and she said in a panic, "Calm down, calm down, don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be impulsive! I'll find you right away, huh?"

She quickly pulled out an old account book, "Look, it's all on here. I know the man you're talking about, isn't his name John Grylls? I'm very impressed! After he paid the money, he He has been nestling in the room, and I sent the meals up! But...he went out this morning."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head in fear, fearing that the unkind young man in front of her would find no target and take out her anger.

John Grylls?This guy really used a fake name.

Dobio thought, after hearing what happened later, he slapped the table fiercely with a grim expression, "He went out?! Just today!... Do you know where he went?"

"No, I don't know..." The proprietress trembled in fear.

"Ah—ow!" Polnareff, who was having dinner, sneezed violently.

"Hey!" Lusilia hurriedly dragged the dinner plate away, "You rude guy, why don't you even sneeze! You're so dirty."

"How could I expect to sneeze?" Polnareff rubbed his nose wrongly, "I just suddenly felt someone talking about me, and my back felt cold."

"Hee hee, maybe your enemy is 'missing' you."

"How is it possible! Diablo must think that I am dead, otherwise, how could I have survived to this day?"

"That's your friend."

"...It might be." The French man muttered in a low voice, because he had no contacts and was hunted down by the "enthusiasm" boss. No matter how his news could not reach the United States, he hadn't contacted his companion for a long time.

I don't know how the old man's health is, and Jotaro's daughter, they have never met.

Thinking of this, his eyes can't help but look down.

He is still in the secret base of Balia. After the cooperation was reached, he stayed there logically and had a nice meal.

Fortunately, Xanxus couldn't stand their noise, and was used to enjoying steaks upstairs, without the presence of other people's big bosses, so he relaxed a lot.

Although he is a dangerous person, when he is not on missions, he is just like ordinary people, chatting and frolicking while eating, but the content involves some blood and secrets.

Polnareff gradually melted into it while listening.

He is a man who is good at sociability, maybe it is the wonderful talent of the French. During the years of recuperating from his injuries, he also won the help of many enthusiastic people through his familiarity and concealed his identity.

The few people in Balia are not saw-mouthed gourds, and they are completely free from strangers.

While chatting, he couldn't help but asked the topic he was most interested in: "...a person who can't even beat Xanxus, what kind of monster with three heads and six arms must be?"

"..." The scene was suddenly silent for a while.

Levi blushed. I don't know if it was because of alcohol or anger. Someone exposed the fact that the BOSS is not number one in the world. "What are you talking about?! The BOSS is just, just lost..." He muddled around, and no one knew what to do. Didn't hear clearly, "Boss is not the kid who can't beat him! Can the matter of the boss be called a failure? Don't talk nonsense to me."

"Hee hee, don't listen to this BOSS controlling forcibly withdrawing his respect." Belphegor feared that the world would not be chaotic, "The BOSS did lose, this is an indisputable fact."

In fact, after the BOSS lost, they played dirty tricks and forcibly seized the ring, but it was a pity that the Vongola ring only recognized Vongola's blood, and Xanxus, an invincible man, was completely rejected.

After that, they restrained their desire to praise the boss.

However, these are a bit too detailed, he can't say.The fact that the failure to snatch the seat is about to become a well-known fact—that kid, Tsunakichi Sawada, is going to hold a succession ceremony after all, and it will only take two years at most—it doesn’t matter if he says it.

Lusilia wiped the corner of her mouth, and said solemnly: "Who is that person, the whole world will know by then, we can't say it now. However, it is definitely an unexpected person."

"I can't think of it?" Polnareff complained, "There are so many people I can't think of! It's been a long time since I've been in the other world, and it's still hard to get these news."

Although curious, he did not continue to ask.

This is Vengley's privacy, and it is normal that the future leader's information cannot be easily disclosed.As an outsider, it would be embarrassing for him to inquire too much. Moreover, as they said, sooner or later this would become a major event that the world would announce to the world.

At that time, even if he doesn't want to know, he will definitely know.

【Brother Yushi, is Italy fun? 】

Seeing the message on the line from a contact whose profile picture is a Gundam robot and whose note is [Sawada Tsunayoshi], Chuanping Yushi smiled softly, and replied the lie kindly: [Not bad, the scenery is beautiful, and the people are also very kind. 】

The author has something to say: Can the matter of the BOSS be called a failure? ——by Lie Yiwei

感谢在2022-01-0221:58:18~2022-01-0322:33:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 8 bottles in a row;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!