stand-in creed

"This guy--?!"

Under Nero's staring gaze, Bessie's temperament suddenly changed drastically.

Bessie was still sitting there, sitting in a pool of blood because of a broken leg, but in Nero's eyes, it was no longer a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but a hungry animal desperate to bite off a piece of meat from the enemy's body. Wolf.But now, the wolf's gaze was fixed on Nero.

The right arm that was drooping powerlessly by his side lifted it up relaxedly, and the fishhook dragging the fishing line suddenly appeared in Nero's sight.

"—Beach Boys!!!"

When the fishing line fell on the golden knife, the "damage rebound" ability of the fishing line instantly turned the deadly golden knife into soapy water.

It was also at this moment that Nero saw the black flame burning in Bessie's eyes.

"Did this guy actually 'grow' at such a juncture?Those eyes are no longer Ma Baonan's eyes, but the eyes of genuine "gangsters"!Obviously I just wanted to completely destroy his heart with words, and completely lost the consciousness of fighting, but I didn't expect it to have the opposite effect.

"I can feel it, this guy's flaming will! The will of darkness!"

Nero was shocked.

Nero was shocked not only by Bessie's "spiritual" growth, but also by the "skill" growth of this baby boy.

The fishing line dancing like a long snake showed an offensive and defensive posture, while intercepting the golden knife, the sharp fishhook was already close at hand.In particular, the ability to retaliate against injuries made Nero completely unable to respond to the fishing line, watching helplessly as the hook sank into his body once again.

Also at the same time, Nero once again met Bessie's eyes.

Bessie, who was sitting in a pool of blood, held the fishing rod in both hands and spoke firmly.

"I'm not a mom boy.

"Brother Prosciut is dead, no one in this world can call me Ma Baonan anymore, do you understand? Nero Zeppelin—"

Bessie looked straight into Nero's eyes.

Holding a fishing rod in his hand, like a cowboy with a revolver in a western movie, for the first time in his life, Bessie uttered that sentence so cleanly and decisively.

"—Killed you!!!"

The hook pierced into Nero's thigh quickly started to swim away, heading towards Nero's heart.

But even so, even Suzumi Suzumi, who was close at hand, couldn't find a trace of fear on Nero's face.

"I see your resolution, Bessie.

"You must be thinking right now "Even if I lose a leg, I won't fall down" or "How dare you kill my big brother" or something?But, just like an illiterate who has not gone to school can't complete an academic paper independently anyway, not everything in this world can be solved with "enlightenment".

"What's more, even if it's a competition of consciousness——

"My consciousness is also higher than yours, Bessie."

The hook is swimming.

At the same time, Nero suddenly made a movement with a degree of difficulty much higher than that of an Olympic gold medal gymnast, dancing his body in midair.Not only that, when Nero danced, even Nero himself didn't know what action he was going to make next.

All movements are given to one's own muscles and intuition.

As long as you don't know what your next move will be, you can't predict your own actions for convenience.

as predicted.

puff!

With Nero's twisting, the fishhook broke out.However, part of the fishing line still remained in Nero's body along the trajectory of the fishing line just now, and the fishhook pierced towards Nero who was close at hand again.Also while dancing, more than a dozen pieces of foam have formed around it.

"If you can crack the golden knife that focuses on "quality", then use "quantity" to win——

"—foam cutter!"

Dozens of high-speed rotating foam cutters struck Bessie's neck.

Bessie didn't dodge or dodge, because the wound on his knee couldn't dodge at all, but just by looking at his eyes, he understood that Bessie didn't even have the idea of ​​dodging in his mind, he was only concentrating on manipulating the premonition in his hand, Forget about these foam cutters.

"The distance between us is 'five meters'.

"However, subject to your previous fighting habits, these foam cutters cut an "arc" trajectory in the air, and you have to fly at least seven or eight meters away to hit me!And this time is enough to dig out your heart——

"Beach Man..."

puff!

Under Bessie's puzzled eyes, the foam cutter tore open Bessie's throat, and the bright red blood sprayed out like a bathroom shower.

The fishing rod named Beach Boy disappeared slowly.

"What is this..."

Bessie's body fell to the ground.

It was also at the same time when he fell to the ground, and at the moment when he found that there seemed to be a puddle of soapy water missing on the ground, Bessie finally understood where the attack came from.

"The original... golden knife..."

Bessie realized.

Nero's voice also reached Bessie's ears in good time.

"The golden cutter you shot down first is still 'rippled suds', Bessie.This is a supermarket, and there are shelves everywhere that obstruct the view. I just need to turn the soapy water back into foam, and approach you quietly during the confrontation.

"If you wake up earlier, I'm afraid you will become a terrible substitute messenger.

"One month.

"Just let you grow up and practice hard for a month, maybe your fishhook can really dig out my heart! Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in this world. You are not like Holle Hess." A coward who never dares to challenge me again, and I am not a pure warrior like Wamuu, so——

"Farewell, Bessie."

A brilliant golden streamer streaked across the air, beheading Bessie's head.

Bessie's silent eyes stared out of the rolling shutter door, meeting Prohiet's eyes that also lost their wink.

"...Let's go now before the security personnel arrive."

Hearing the voices and footsteps of the resuscitated hospital staff gradually approaching, Nero's figure disappeared into the wind again without a trace.

Chapter 72 Giotto One

With the deaths of Prosciutto and Bessie, the calendar has come to a new day.

March nineteenth.

There is still one day left before the date of the promised reconciliation with Kujo Jotaro and his party.

Leaving the emergency building of the hospital and coming to the parking lot, Nero saw Apache and Trish who were waiting anxiously.

"Are you all right, boss?"

Apache asked.

Trixie also looked at Nero excitedly, but he just opened his mouth and swallowed what he wanted to say, his eyes were a bit complicated.

Nero noticed Trixiu's complicated gaze, and without saying anything, he just patted Apache's shoulder lightly.

"It's done, go back and rest."

"it is good."

Apache yawned.

Sleepy.

sleepy.

On the contrary, Trixie looked at Nero with some hesitation: "Um...are you injured?"

"Huh?" Nero froze for a moment.

Immediately Nero looked at his blood-stained clothes, which were the injuries caused by Bessie's "Beach Boy".

Nero shook his head: "It's just a minor injury, it will be fine after a night of sleep."

Nero was also a little sleepy.

Just from morning to now, Nero has killed eight substitute messengers in total.Thinking of this, Nero's eyes became more serious.

"Eight stand-in messengers.

"Encountered so many enemies in just one day, how many stand-in messengers does the enthusiastic and betrayal assassination team have?"

Nero thought so.

Apaki's eyes are also very serious: "Persist for another day, boss. Persevere until the reinforcements arrive and there will be no need for such a high-intensity battle."

Nero nodded.

Immediately after Apache drove, Nero sat on the back seat holding Suzumi in his arms, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Trixie looked at the night view of Rome outside the window, his eyes became more and more complicated.After all, no matter how you say it, Nero's next target is her biological father, who she has never met, what should she do?

Nero opened his eyes a little, glanced at the tangled Trish, and then closed his eyes again.

"……all will be good."

Nero thought so in his heart.

In this way, the car returned to Qibelin's house safely.

Back at the intact Qibelin’s house, while Trixie was going to the bathroom, Apache in the living room couldn’t help but said: “Speaking of which, boss. Except for the people around Trixie who we took the initiative to come to the door today, The guards, and the others are all members of the "Assassination Squad".In other words, the enthusiastic people didn't make a move at all? "

"I'm also wondering about this." Nero frowned, "In the case of the assassination team's betrayal of enthusiasm, there is nothing wrong with using the strategy of "driving wolf and tiger" at first glance, but there is one thing to explain No way. "

Having said that, Nero looked at the closed toilet door.

Apaki is by no means an idiot like Nalanga, and he knew what Nero was thinking just by Nero's eyes.But because he understood what Nero was thinking, Apache was even more confused.

"Trishe Una is the daughter of an enthusiastic boss.

"My daughter is in the hands of us as the "mortal enemy", and at the same time his traitors are also chasing us. In this case, the more important thing should be "rescue" than us fighting the assassination team. Your own daughter? "

Apache expressed his doubts.

Nero, however, remembered a sentence that Polbo said a few days ago: "Apaki, do you know what Polbo said to me? He said he never believed that the boss is a man who cares about a person he hasn't seen in 15 years. daughter's father."

"Could it be..."

A ridiculous thought rose in Apache's heart.

Immediately, Apache saw Nero shaking his head: "It's just a guess, don't talk nonsense with the little girl. No matter how damned outlaw her father is, she probably expects her father to love her." Well—she has no other family."

"……I see."

Apache knew that.

At the same time, there was the sound of faucets rattling in the bathroom, probably because Trish was washing his hands after using the toilet.

When Trixie came out, she found that the two big men were staring at her, which made her a little hairy.

"……What's wrong?"

Trish asked.

Nero just opened his mouth and said, "I was discussing tomorrow's itinerary with Apache just now. I will start at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I will pass through "Naples" at noon and then head south all the way. I will arrive in Calabria around four o'clock in the afternoon. . "

"Leaving at ten o'clock? So late?" Trish was taken aback.

"We're not a tour group in a hurry, the most important thing right now is enough rest time." Nero sat back on the sofa while talking, "So go to bed quickly, lack of sleep is the enemy."

"Um……"

Turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Nero and the others stayed under the water today and took turns keeping vigil.

In the early morning of the next day, after sorting out the housework, the group continued on their journey to Calabria.

Trish sat in the car and continued to look out the window without saying a word.He also looked at Nero and Suzumi Sugimoto with closed eyes, and Apache who was driving seriously in the driver's seat, but he had the illusion that he had known them for a long time.

Obviously only knew each other for a day.

The wind blows gently.

The sea breeze blowing gently from the Bay of Naples blew through the hair tips of several people, bringing the breath of the sea.

At the same time that Nero and his party arrived in Naples, in an alley in Naples, a man lay down on the back of the driver's seat, with a hooded coat covering his body to shield him from the sunlight outside the window.From last night to now, he has been waiting here all night.

And the moment Nero and his party entered Naples, the cell phone in the man's pocket rang.

"Dulululululu-"