"This is too much for me!!"
Mista lay on a chair in the train waiting room like a corpse, his eyes rolled upwards, sighing from the depths of his heart, "It's too big! Sardinia is too big!"
Ghiaccio and he were head to head, expressing the same lament. Pesci also looked tired, and the green leaves on his head began to wilt.
The train station in Olbia-Tempio province at past three in the morning was especially... lively.
"You guys, quiet down!" Melone rarely lost his temper; he was still constantly analyzing the possibilities of all these young girls. "I've ruled out a few more girls whose deceased fathers could be traced. Five are left."
"You're no good, Melone." Formaggio, instead, somewhat excitedly opened his box, admiring the girl inside.
Melone's expression was serious, a bit angry, "I've already narrowed the scope down to five girls."
All eight girls in Olbia-Tempio province had been captured. Melone searched carefully again, finally narrowing the scope to five people, which was quite remarkable.
Johnson Joffrey glanced at Melone's computer and saw Trish Una, one of the three girls he had suspected earlier, prominently displayed.
Perhaps it was her, but Johnson Joffrey couldn't be sure. Trish Una, was that the name?
Forget it, it's better not to take risks. If it wasn't Trish Una, it would be troublesome. It's better to embody the Golden Spirit and capture them all.
"Where are we going next?" Ghiaccio asked lazily.
Prosciutto looked up at the electronic screen in the train station, "Approximately to Cagliari."
"Eh?" Mista asked in surprise, "I remember there's an airport there, why don't we fly?"
As soon as Mista finished speaking, everyone fell silent for a moment.
"This is the shame of my life," Illuso suddenly whispered, "I crashed twice in one day."
"I'll never fly with Johnson Joffrey again," Pesci said, somewhat dejectedly.
"Perhaps vampires can't fly?" Ghiaccio speculated cautiously.
Johnson Joffrey shook his head helplessly, earnestly and tirelessly correcting Ghiaccio, "Ghiaccio, I'm not a vampire."
Prosciutto sighed, "The Captain's meaning is that flying is too high-profile."
"Hurry up," Risotto said, walking over, "The train has arrived."
Ghiaccio and Mista flipped off their chairs.
As they boarded the train, a dull man sat in a corner of the waiting room. He had green hair, and his dull and fat appearance was frightening. His walking posture was very strange, making him very conspicuous in the crowd. As the Assassination Team entered the train, he entered from another carriage.
He opened his round eyes wide, as if he had forgotten how to blink.
He typed on his large-headed phone: "BOSS, the Assassination Team is going to Cagliari. I'm ready to die. I'm going to avenge Meg, Squalo, and Tiziano."
A moment later, the phone screen lit up again, and the boss said: "Korne, you will not die. Your future is eternal life."
I'm stronger now, a rare thought flashed through Korne's mind. Anger made me stronger.
"Cagliari," Bucciarati said, looking at the screen. "The Assassination Team plans to take a train to Cagliari, and it will take about three hours to arrive."
"Damn it!" Fugo kicked over a chair, "Did our tracking fail again?"
Fugo's sudden anger startled a couple who had just lost their daughter, Trish.
"Fugo!" Bucciarati reprimanded, then turned to the grieving couple and said, "Please rest assured, we will definitely bring your daughter back."
"Thank you," the mother cried, her face streaked with tears, "Mr. Bucciarati."
Bucciarati looked at the weeping mother and the heartbroken father, and a surge of anger welled up within him. The actions of the Assassination Team truly made him sick. After promising the parents again, he left.
"So, are we taking a plane or a train now?"
Bucciarati sat in the back seat of the car, pondering for a moment, then said, "Let's take a plane. I have a feeling that even if we know the boss's daughter is named Trish, only they can find her. Our mission is to track them."
At this moment, the computer screen suddenly lit up, displaying: "Are you watching, Bucciarati?"
"I am, BOSS."
"Thanks to your tracking, I have already sent members of the Bodyguard Team to board their train."
"Now I have a question."
Bucciarati looked at the flickering computer screen, a faint unease in his heart.
"How are you tracking them?"
After seeing this, the members of Bucciarati's Team all became alarmed. Sure enough, the BOSS asked.
If they told him, then the BOSS might learn about the relationship between Giorno and Johnson. How would the boss view Giorno then?
The cursor on the computer screen flickered continuously, and immense pressure fell upon Bucciarati. Cold sweat subtly appeared on his temples. Narancia's gaze fell on Giorno, and Abbacchio remained silent.
Fugo sat in the driver's seat, his gaze somewhat evasive, then looked towards the east where the sun was about to rise, and quietly said, "...Just tell him."
Someone always has to be the bad guy, so let Fugo be that person.
"Will the boss kill Giorno?" Narancia whispered, "What will happen to Giorno then?"
The BOSS's next message caused the scales in Bucciarati's heart to tilt slightly. Then he looked at Giorno and said, "If the boss wants to kill you, I will not agree."
Giorno was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Bucciarati, just make the choice you think is right."
Bucciarati took a deep breath, then typed on the computer screen:
"We are tracking the Assassination Team entirely thanks to Giorno Giovanna. Giorno is Risotto's step-nephew's half-brother. However, Boss, please rest assured, Giorno and Johnson Joffrey have never met before. I guarantee with my honor that they have no other relationship. It may sound unbelievable, but their bloodline allows them to sense each other."
Bucciarati let out a long sigh, but his heart tightened. The atmosphere in the car was terrifyingly quiet; the boss hadn't responded for a long time.
After a long while, the boss said:
"I understand. Continue tracking."
"Whew—"
There was another almost inaudible sigh of relief in the car, but Bucciarati's suspended heart did not settle.
—The Boss already knew about the relationship between Johnson Joffrey and Giorno Giovanna.
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golden wind is almost over.
Today's three chapters are finished.
If there are any typos, please remind me.