"Believe in yourself, Mista."
"Now you are my bullet."
Johnson Joffrey placed a hand on Mista's shoulder, and his other hand on his back. The Reversed Hierophant's hand emerged from his palm, quietly penetrating his back, and drawing out the Reversed Hierophant's thread.
Mista couldn't help but be drawn in by Johnson Joffrey's inherent charm, gazing in surprise at his crimson eyes and golden hair, washed by the moonlight.
Suddenly!
Blood splattered! Mista's eyes widened in confusion, unable to believe what he was seeing—
Johnson Joffrey's hand, placed on Mista's shoulder, manifested the Reversed Hierophant's left arm. The Reversed Hierophant's hand plunged through Mista's throat, sending blood gushing out.
"!"
"Uh... uh... wh... why..." Mista stared at the Reversed Hierophant's golden hands piercing his throat. Blood splattered onto his revolver, and the Sex Pistols spirits looked on in disbelief at the sudden turn of events—
Life began to drain away, blood spurting out.
"Johnson?!" Melone was the first to react, looking at Johnson's actions with surprise. He had directly pierced Mista's throat. Did Johnson want to kill Mista?
"Tear!"
It was as if something was completely pulled from deep within his throat; a strangely shaped object was tightly clutched by the Reversed Hierophant's left hand.
Mista looked at the Stand in Johnson's hand in disbelief, unable to forgive himself for even briefly suspecting that Johnson wanted to kill him. But in a way, he was indeed about to die now.
In an instant—
The Reversed Hierophant's line on the Stand named [Facial Close-up] was already connected to Mista.
"I believe in you, Mista. Your will and strength far surpass his," Johnson said, his tone firm, his crimson eyes filled with calmness and conviction. "You won't die."
The Reversed Hierophant lightly released the two connected lines, and the energy from [Facial Close-up] was fully transferred to Mista.
The energy quickly concentrated on the broken wound, and the wound on his throat healed in an instant—
An incredibly warm and powerful force filled his body.
Reversed Hierophant: Life Force Return.
Assassination Team: "!" The operation was too fast, we didn't see clearly. Was the wound healed before the soul left the body?!
Johnson Joffrey still had a calm and composed expression, his crimson eyes seeing through everything, maintaining a tranquility that infuriated the arrogant.
"I don't know whose power is stronger, yours or this Stand's, but I do know, Mista, that you are a person of strong luck."
Your power must be above [Facial Close-up]; you will definitely absorb it, because you are part of the protagonist's group!
Johnson took Mista's revolver and immediately caressed each of the Sex Pistols.
"Shoot, Mista! No one can defeat you now!"
Mista had not yet reacted.
"Wait?!" Formaggio finally reacted. Everything that had just happened was fleeting. "What's going on?!"
"There was an enemy in Mista's throat. Johnson just pierced Mista's throat to take it out, and then healed him," Melone said with a shrug.
"I just blinked, and Mista died once just now?" Illuso asked in surprise.
"Probably," Melone said calmly.
"But where do I shoot now?!" Mista asked Johnson in surprise.
"First, save Ghiaccio," Johnson raised Mista's gun. "Do you see the vent on the back of Ghiaccio's head?"
"But wouldn't that kill him?"
"No, he'll freeze the bullet. If he doesn't, use your Stand to jam it there," Johnson patiently guided, as if teaching a child to write for the first time. His calm voice always brought to mind the afternoon sun.
"Only you can hit that air hole."
Mista stared at Johnson Joffrey, his mind a blank, constantly echoing—
Now no one can defeat me. Only I can hit that air hole. Only I can save Ghiaccio.
Mista raised his pistol, aimed at Ghiaccio, and the bullet flew out of the barrel, as if gliding over the line between life and death, piercing the floating air with the smooth ease of flowing clouds and water—
NO.1 sat on the bullet, skillfully manipulating it with light force, hitting Ghiaccio's back of the head.
Ghiaccio subconsciously froze the bullet. He moved his not-so-agile brain and immediately understood the implication. His IQ fluctuated, but he was surprisingly flexible in combat. That was because he had abandoned the fear of death; the more danger he faced, the more he grew; the more crisis, the clearer his mind became.
Behind the greenish-yellow White Album mask, Ghiaccio revealed a confident smile. He ignored the attacking Babyface and instead closed his eyes, because the next second, Reversed Hierophant lightly flicked a finger, and Ghiaccio had already appeared in Reversed Hierophant's hand—
That was a thread drawn from the bullet beforehand. Johnson Joffrey had used this 'thread-pulling bullet' too many times; it was so practiced it had become a routine operation.
To use Reversed Hierophant to pull someone for instant movement, there must be no obstruction between the two.
Babyface completely lost its target, turning the passenger ship behind Ghiaccio into several mosaic-like fragments.
Its power was not as strong as the Babyface made from Bucciarati's blood; it couldn't decompose two objects simultaneously. So, only when it was decomposing another object could it use Pesci's fishing hook.
Thus, Johnson Joffrey pulled Ghiaccio back when he was close to the passenger ship, instantly pulling him back as Ghiaccio was being decomposed. Babyface, relying on its irreversible decomposition power, began to decompose the passenger ship.
"Pesci!" Prosciutto shouted.
But Prosciutto was surprised to find that Pesci had already acted, almost exactly at the time he had calculated, and even better than he had imagined.
The hook went directly into Babyface's brain!
Rapidly reeling in and out the fishing rod, Pesci's demeanor changed. A sharp glint flashed in his small green eyes, and he let out a loud shout, instantly pulling out Babyface's yellowish-white brain the moment it began to decompose itself—
Johnson Joffrey's battles were always very fast.
Just as he always calmly said—
Do you truly believe your speed is fast? You haven't even considered how many people in this world can look down on you.
What cool moves! Formaggio's eyes widened, and he swallowed, "That move just now, piercing the throat, pulling out the Stand, and then healing it—can you do it again? It was too fast, I didn't see it clearly."
"Nice job!" Ghiaccio said excitedly. "I used to think Johnson's ability was boring, with no attack power and troublesome to use, but now I realize, you're really cool!"
Johnson Joffrey expressionlessly looked at the two enemies on the opposite bank's port, then raised his hand and pointed at them.
"This time, it's their turn."