"..."
"Squalo..." Tiziano looked at Squalo, a line of blood trickling from his mouth. Squalo silently glanced at Tiziano, his right hand, which had been gripping Tiziano's wrist, dropped silently, beginning to grow cold. His sky-blue eyes gazed at Tiziano as they always had, then he fell backward.
Squalo's eyes closed completely, devoid of any emotion, and he sank forever into the abyss of death.
Regarding death, it should be an expected resolve for the Boss's Bodyguard Team. Tiziano looked at the deceased Squalo, unable to believe that this day had arrived so swiftly.
"Squalo..."
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"Johnson is so fast!" Ghiaccio exclaimed excitedly, "I didn't even see it, what happened??"
"As expected of Johnson!" Mista said admiringly.
"Pesci, well done!" Prosciutto said with a smile, patting his shoulder.
"Big Brother!!"
Pesci's originally evil and cool expression instantly crumbled. Crying with excitement, he wiped his eyes, forming a touching picture of growth in the simple moonlight.
"Alright," Risotto said, standing in the center of the boat, "Now it's our turn to counterattack."
"Ah!" Ghiaccio replied gruffly, letting out a characteristic laugh, then stomped his foot on the bow of the boat, "Nothing can block my path!!"
The moment Ghiaccio stepped onto the sea surface, an ice path solidified, emanating terrifying cold. Ghiaccio's ice skates made a crisp sound as he stepped on it.
Ghiaccio, a man who comes with his own entrance effects.
"Ghiaccio, freeze all the poison gas."
"I know!"
"Wait, Ghiaccio!" Melone suddenly called out, "Don't attack yet…"
Ghiaccio completely ignored Melone, his mind filled with battle intent. He stepped onto the ice, crouched low, and instantly cut a silvery-white streak of light.
"Damn it!" Melone frowned, cursing under his breath.
"Is Ghiaccio coming to kill me?"
Melone's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. "Calm down! Babyface, Ghiaccio is here to save you."
"Is Ghiaccio coming to kill me?"
"Ghiaccio is here."
"Ghiaccio is going to kill me."
"Ghiaccio, watch out for Babyface!" Melone shouted, unsure if Ghiaccio had heard him.
Suddenly!
A black shadow flashed past Ghiaccio's face. In an instant, the ice surface in front of him seemed to break apart like a mosaic. Ghiaccio reacted immediately, performing a backflip to escape Babyface's attack range.
He instantly plunged into the sea, splashing up a large wave and making a loud sound as he hit the water. Babyface's eyes glowed red, and it also plunged into the water, swimming extremely fast towards Ghiaccio.
Fortunately, Ghiaccio had placed a solidified piece of air at his air holes to prevent gas, which allowed him to stay underwater for a long time.
Watching Babyface charge towards him, he raised his hands underwater, struggling to activate his ability against Babyface.
"White Album: Gently Weeps!"
As the energy was released, Babyface's entire path of attack turned into ice. In just a split second, starting from Babyface's body, the ice shattered into countless mosaic-like pieces, then instantly re-coagulated into a sharp object that lunged at Ghiaccio. Ghiaccio quickly froze the path in front of him.
"Melone, can you kill Babyface?" Illuso asked, "Ghiaccio is in a bad situation."
Melone's expression was serious as he watched the battle between Babyface and Ghiaccio underwater. He fell into thought, placing a hand to his lips, and said in a grave tone, "No."
"To be precise, Babyface cannot be considered a Stand. It actually has life, but I'm not sure if it has a soul."
"So what should we do now?" Illuso asked, "You should know your Stand's weaknesses, right?"
Melone sighed and said, "Babyface is stronger than before."
"!"
Could this be the 'three times stronger when blackened' trope?
"However, Babyface cannot cut two objects at the same time. We can have Pesci attack from behind," Melone mused.
"Mista can too," Johnson Joffrey suddenly said, "Mista can attack from the front."
"Huh? Me?" Mista pointed at himself in surprise.
To be honest, after Mista joined the Assassination Team, he felt a bit lost. On one hand, he didn't know why he always felt a discomfort in his throat. On the other hand, everyone in the Assassination Team was quite familiar with each other, and Johnson seemed to have given him a big start—
He had established an image for him as an assassin who was 'powerful, infiltrated the enemy, and obtained intelligence for the Assassination Team'. To maintain this image and to show Johnson Joffrey that he truly had strength, he remained silent.
Silence, for style.
"Pesci," Prosciutto said, "do it."
"Mista, begin."
"Understood." Mista pulled out his pistol from his waist. Although he had only gained his Stand Ability this morning, he had roughly figured it out.
Now was his chance to perform. He absolutely couldn't let Johnson lose face; at least he had to surpass that radish bonsai.
Mista elegantly flicked open the cylinder of his revolver, glanced at his Stand, and put on a calm smile, mimicking Johnson's —
"Mista!!! We're hungry!!!"
Mista: "???"
Assassination Team: "???"
No. 1 looked up, teary-eyed, from inside the cylinder at Mista, "Mista!! We haven't eaten since noon!!"
No. 5 quickly ran to the front and said, "Mista, I found Johnson, and you haven't praised me yet!" At this, No. 3 punched it, and it immediately started crying loudly.
"Mista!" "Mista!"
"No... this... I..." Mista panicked, looking at the dumbfounded members of the Assassination Team. Broken words couldn't salvage his dignity.
"Ha..." Formaggio laughed unkindly.
Prosciutto glanced disdainfully at Mista, then turned to Pesci and said, "Pesci, this is a good opportunity for you to grow. Act when he attacks Ghiaccio; seize the chance."
Mista looked at Johnson Joffrey. His crimson eyes were calm as water, seemingly undisturbed by his embarrassing behavior.
He walked up to Mista and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Johnson Joffrey said decisively, "I've saved myself countless times with bullets. In the beginning, I always thought about keeping a revolver on me."
"But now there's no need, because Mista, you are now my bullet."