[Can you see it, Bucciarati?]
Bucciarati gazed at the glowing computer screen, his slightly trembling fingers resting on the keyboard. The roar of the helicopter was too loud, making people anxious, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
[I can see it, Boss...]
Narancia couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat. He knew they had made a grave mistake.
The helicopter was loud and noisy, yet it fell into an emotionally dead silence. They all stared at the glowing green computer screen.
Although they wore headsets in the helicopter, they could still hear the harsh, mechanical sensation.
"You have disappointed me greatly…"
Indeed… Bucciarati quickly typed, "Boss, this is all my responsibility. I am willing to accept punishment."
"Your stupidity exceeds my imagination. I wonder if you can even properly complete the tasks I give you."
"I'm sorry, Boss!"
"There aren't many usable troops left in Sardinia. The Bodyguard Team has already lost. I suspect the Assassination Team already knows my daughter's location. You are to track them down immediately and stall them. This is your last chance."
"Eliminating the Assassination Team is your chance to redeem yourselves."
Bucciarati silently stared at the dark green computer screen, then the boss unilaterally cut off the connection.
A long silence fell over the cabin. After a while, Bucciarati stood up, walked to his teammates, and knelt down with a thud, saying:
"This is my responsibility."
"Bucciarati!" Giorno exclaimed, immediately trying to help Bucciarati up, but was pushed away by Abbacchio. Abbacchio glared at him, and Giorno reluctantly stepped back a few paces.
Narancia quickly pulled Bucciarati up.
Fugo lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, finally saying, "No one expected it." He suddenly became fierce, stomping several times in the confined space, "Mista, I can't believe that bastard was the traitor!"
"Don't say such things anymore," Abbacchio said, looking out at the dark night sky through the helicopter's window. "Now you should understand your own naivety, shouldn't you?"
"Don't overthink things," Abbacchio said, then intentionally or unintentionally cast his gaze on Giorno, "And don't listen to some bastards spouting nonsense about dreams. Right now, staying grounded, eliminating the Assassination Team, and becoming an executive is the most important thing."
Giorno: "…" I feel like you're scolding me, but I can't find any evidence.
"Let's think of something positive, at least Giorno didn't betray us!" Narancia laughed awkwardly, trying to break the tension. Even Narancia was surprised by Mista's betrayal; that guy clearly integrated so well into the team. The look in his eyes when he spoke to him was that of a comrade, a look of mutual trust.
Even Fugo and Abbacchio were deceived.
"Let's think positively. The current situation is that there are no longer many of the Boss's subordinates in Olbia. Only we can help Mr. Pericolo now," Fugo analyzed. "The Boss will use Olbia's largest intelligence network."
"Our backing is the entire 'PASSIONE'!" Fugo said. "No matter what, this is our only way out. Don't forget—"
"The Boss even entrusted me with the matter of his own daughter. Isn't that trust? If we survive, we can climb to the highest ranks."
A Stand User's greatest strength is always when their enemies are unaware of their ability.
Meg fell heavily to the ground, his body covered in blood from blades and various scissors. The blood was almost entirely yellow, but it still hadn't dispelled the mental attack domain of his [Magnitude Black Hole: Darkest Hour].
"Your speed is inferior to mine," Johnson Joffrey and Risotto's figures appeared. Regardless, this battle was a complete suppression. "Your range is also inferior to Metallica."
Risotto raised his hand, pointing at the man, and continued Johnson Joffrey's words—
"You have already been executed by us!"
As if sensing the spread of despair, the man named Meg completely dispelled his Stand.
To say it was his weakness would be less accurate than to say the Assassination Team's almost invincible strength was predetermined.
Both Carlson's and Meg's abilities should have been quite overpowered. After all, a mental attack type Stand, if the Reversed Hierophant hadn't pulled out its string, once controlled, one would become the enemy's puppet, and it wasn't just a single target; anyone who entered the domain would be controlled.
"A worthy opponent," Risotto murmured after feeling all the iron elements completely disappear from his body.
"Bang!!"
Ghiaccio punched the frozen human figure, and Carlson shattered directly into pieces. "They dream of stopping the Assassination Team with this level of power!"
"The Bodyguard Team has more than just these people; there are other enemies," Risotto said calmly.
"I finally did something useful," Ghiaccio muttered, deactivating his Stand Ability and striding over to Johnson Joffrey.
Johnson Joffrey was still examining the corpse, looking at Ghiaccio with a puzzled expression, and was forced to stand up from the ground.
Johnson, looking through the yellowish-green mask of his White Album, saw a face that looked like 'someone owed him eight million,' and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"You took all the glory this time, but there won't be a next time," Ghiaccio said menacingly, poking Johnson's chest just like their first meeting.
"Oh."
"Oh?!" Ghiaccio repeated in surprise, "You just say 'oh'?"
Johnson glanced at him, shrugged, "I don't speak italian."
"Don't use that as an excuse! Didn't you speak it just fine a moment ago?!" Ghiaccio roared.
As Ghiaccio continued to roar, Johnson could only mumble noncommittally.
"Let's destroy this place first, even if the information has already leaked," Prosciutto said. "I don't want that Moody Blues to keep repeating things."
"My big brother is right," Pesci nodded.
"Speaking of Moody Blues," Mista suddenly interjected, putting his revolver back on his hip. His sudden interjection drew everyone's attention to him.
"Based on the time, Bucciarati's Team should have woken up and will most likely be pursuing us."
"Hmm," Melone agreed with Mista. "After all, there are no extra Boss's subordinates here, so Bucciarati's Team should be the closest to us."
"But, it sounds like Bucciarati's Team is very weak!" Pesci said fiercely. Perhaps after several battles, Pesci was no longer the timid potted plant hiding in the corner; he actually dared to voice his opinion.
Upon hearing this, Johnson was about to speak but was interrupted by Mista: "Don't underestimate them; those guys are very resolute."
Johnson Joffrey watched Mista brag about Bucciarati's Team and fell silent.
"But that's not what I wanted to say." Mista pouted, then paused, building everyone's anticipation. Seeing everyone listening intently, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.
"Captain!" Mista walked up to Risotto, feeling like he was about to achieve a great feat. "I bet you definitely don't know—
"Giorno Giovanna is your nephew!"