The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

At noon on March 17, 1999, Lisoute Nero arranged for his nephew Jonson Joffrey to accept Polbo’s examination, but he was still a little uneasy. Letter written.

[Jonson is a good boy, and I hope he can become a lawyer in the future. 】

Hey, Risutenero couldn't help but patted his head, watching the team members sitting in front of the TV unconsciously watching the football game, the anxiety in his heart still rose.

"What the **** is Dino playing?! We Italians have all lost their faces!!" Gachu took off his shoes and threw them on the TV.

Hormaggio couldn't help frowning and said, "Jacchu, don't throw it around, you've already broken one."

Lisoute began to blame himself again, originally arranged for Jonson to go home after the examination, and arranged for him to be an Italian teacher.

Iruso came back from the outside, thoughtful, hesitant to speak, and finally said: "Just now..."

"It's so slow, Iruso, the game has already started." Jiaqiu said.

"No!" Iruso said stubbornly: "Jonson, Jonson..."

"What's wrong with Jonson?!" Lisoute asked quickly.

"I just went downstairs and saw that there were fire trucks and ambulances, and the third prison was bombed." Iruso analyzed: "The third prison is Polbo's house! Isn't that kid Jonson going for the test today? Since then, I have always felt that that kid is not easy, he is very likely to do something extraordinary."

"I'll guess if that kid did it."

"Don't talk nonsense, Iruso." Prosciut said on the sofa: "This is not a joke. If it was Jonson, would we still watch the game so leisurely?"

As soon as Proschede's voice fell, there was a heavy silence in the air.

"..."

Everyone couldn't help but slid down their backs in cold sweat. The kid didn't speak very much, but just looking at his face was a master of things.

If he really does something, then it is the pot of the assassination team.

"Don't... stop kidding, brother." Bessie withdrew her gaze from the TV and looked at Prosciutt. "You are so scary to say that."

Silence entangled the entire assassination team, and it seemed that they were beginning to worry. Jonson was a member of the assassination team. The assassination team had just been warned by the boss with human slices, but today he sent Jonson Joffrey to join the gang. Mainly It's a good show. After all, the captain's nephew has been sent there, and it can be regarded as an expression of trust in the organization.

Just when the air was stagnant, but they all began to look at each other, and began to worry about subtlety——

There was a rapid knock on the door.

Everyone’s hairs were erected, and their eyes fell on Iruso, who was closest to the door. Iruso looked at everyone unexpectedly and went to open the door unwillingly—

Wrapped in a long black trench coat, Jonson Joffrey walked into the room. He took off his black hat, revealing his golden hair, a pair of red pupils, and his body was intact.

There was an inaudible sound of relief from the room.

I saw Jonson Joffrey's red eyes looking around for a week. His Italian was not good enough, but he could only deal with everyday language and a few swear words. He swallowed and said slowly:

"Uncle, I seem to have killed Polbo."

"..."

There was another silence.

Meloni suddenly widened his eyes, covered his chest, took a big inhalation, almost too slow, and shouted in a tone-shifting tone: "Santocielo!"

"What did you say?!" Proschede and the others reacted.

"You say it again, you American hooligan!"

"We are dead."

"Good job!"

In the angry questioning of the people, Jiaqiu's "Well done" is obviously a bit uncomfortable, but he is usually a freak, so others don't care at all. Hormaggio stood up abruptly, the cat screamed and fell to the ground, and grabbed Jonson Joffrey by the collar: "What good things have you done, kid?!"

--"Quiet."

Risout's voice suddenly came from the corner of the room. The man gave an order, so he closed his mouth, and even Hormaggio had to put Jonson down.

"Jonson Joffrey, make things clear."

Jonson Joffrey didn't speak Italian well. He simply said a few words.

Such as: ‘Polpo wants to kill me. ’’ Pistol. ’‘I killed him. ''explode. ’...At the same time a few words of English were added, and everyone was stunned, finally clarifying the matter.

Lisute was silent for a while, and said: "It's useless to talk about it now."

"Jonson, although you are a legitimate defense, but you have killed people, there are only two ways to go, either go to the organization to surrender or escape."

Lisoute made the matter clear without any partiality to his nephew.

"But since Polbo wants to kill you, it means that the organization does not want our assassination team at all. Even if you are asked to organize a surrender, it will be a suicide." Risout analyzed rationally, and then went on to say: "If we run away , It’s hard to get rid of PASSIONE, and we even have a little information from the boss, we have to live in the hunt for the whole generation."

Risout's words made everyone shudder.

Suddenly, his tone was calm, his eyes showed emotions rarely, "Jonson, you are my nephew. I can't let you go to death, so I will take you completely out of Italy, and the others can go, and then assassinate. The group disbanded."

The atmosphere in the room was a bit solemn for a while, Jonson didn't understand very well, and he didn't know Italian really badly, but he could feel that this uncle who picked it up from the ground up was really good to him.

So he decided to follow Risout's arrangement.

"What are you talking about, boss!"

Lisoute lowered his eyes and continued: "You should also know that our group has been hated by the boss all the time."

There was another silence in the room.

a long time.

"Hey..." Jiaqiu, who has been silent for a long time, said suddenly. This man usually has no brains and relies on recklessness. He is the least like an assassin. "Have you forgotten Gerald and Sobel?"

"The person who wants to be a cadre is originally Risute, shouldn't Polbo deserve to die?" Jiaqiu said to himself, when the TV came cheering for the goal, he kicked the TV to an explosion.

"I always wanted Polbo to die, but that fellow Polbo was killed by your newcomer, which really made me unhappy."

"So now I have a higher goal, I want to kill the boss."

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There is a chapter in a minute.

I’ve considered the matter of fluffy **** change carefully, or forget it. I essentially want to write the story of [Ordinary people in JOJO]. There may be a part of the second setting, but the fluffy **** change is too double. It’s almost already. It's not GIOGIO, you are embarrassing my old Dean Joe.

So, I refuse!

And the thing that my Dean Qiao is good at is to say no to the readers who asked me to arrange the plot!