He chose Risotto over Jotaro for several reasons: on one hand, he couldn't cause trouble in front of Jotaro; on the other hand, Giorno was simply too powerful. If he followed Giorno, cultivated a deep brotherhood, and didn't change the plot at all, he might even get pricked by the arrow.
Finally, he would soar to success, becoming the brother and advisor to the mafia godfather who ruled Italy.
After that, he could do whatever he wanted, even interfere with matters in American Prisons.
How good would that be? Wouldn't it be better than going to Japan with Jotaro and getting blown up? What's more, with Jotaro's cautious nature, his identity as a future transmigrator might even be exposed.
But now, any more words would just bring tears.
"Mastermind, it's impressive you can even say that word," Johnson replied with a smile.
"Isn't it? Johnson, without your information, we couldn't have gotten this far, including the fact that the Boss's daughter is named Trish."
Johnson Joffrey shifted his gaze from the gradually brightening window to Mista, suddenly recalling that he hadn't yet explained to Mista how he knew all that information. Even on the isolated island, he hadn't explained why he used him to pass information to the Assassination Team.
At that time, though he knew nothing, he still tried his best to cooperate with him.
After the incident, a proper explanation was naturally due.
Predicting the future was definitely not an option. Obviously, if you could predict the future, then why couldn't you predict other things? Although Mista was honest and not very intelligent, an overly clumsy lie clearly wouldn't pass, and he would instead lose him as a subordinate. He could only use the fact that Mista thought he was very capable to cover it up.
Generally speaking, when someone thinks you are very smart and do things incredibly well, in order to associate with you, he must also appear smart. No matter how clear or unclear you are, he will imagine you as amazing, commonly known as 'brain-filling.' Johnson Joffrey's innate Best Villain Charm Unlimited golden skill's main task was to make people think he was very dio.
This trick was especially useful for some smart people, but the premise was that these smart people genuinely thought he was very capable.
It was naturally not easy to deal with a smart person. If you could even make this smart person admire you, then what was the point of pretending? So, in this light, his villain charm became a huge cheat.
So he said, "Because I am the son of DIO."
Mista's eyes lit up. DIO originally meant 'God' in italian, so Johnson was saying he was the son of God.
Mista pondered for a moment, then asked,
"And then?"
Johnson: "..."
Johnson was startled. What was going on? Why wasn't he following the script? Shouldn't he be saying lines like 'So that's how it is' or 'As expected of you' at this moment?!
Johnson looked at Mista's confused expression and roughly understood the reason. Because Mista's intelligence wasn't very high, and he wasn't willing to think about complicated things, nor was he good at 'brain-filling,' such a character was truly difficult to deal with.
This was troublesome. If it were people like Melone or Prosciutto, they would definitely say, 'Ah, I understand' or 'As expected of you,' and so on. But Mista wasn't like that. Mista wouldn't overthink things, and he knew he wasn't smart. He wasn't conceited, believing he surely couldn't guess Johnson's true intentions.
Johnson looked troubled, seeing Mista's puzzled expression. If he were to order him now, saying, 'This is not something you can interfere with,' it would definitely create a rift, which would not be conducive to better utilizing Mista.
After a brief thought, Johnson decided there was no need to say too much, and instead spoke about something emotional.
"It's a bit complicated to explain, Mista." Johnson hesitated, then spoke again, finally looking towards the rising sun outside the window and saying, "Perhaps you won't understand, but please trust me." Johnson finished, feigning a melancholic expression. The cool-toned light found half of his face, while the other half was submerged in darkness, his crimson eyes hiding countless secrets.
As expected, Mista looked troubled and said, "Then you'd better not say it. Complicated things, I don't want to think about them. Just leave them to you smart people."
Mista perhaps gambled everything on Johnson Joffrey. He was persistent and uninhibited, choosing his so-called path for his life. His luck was truly too good; he seemed born to be part of the protagonist's group.
"Johnson, I'm not very good at thinking. Shooting, however, I'm good at. If possible, let me be your gun. Please continue to pull the trigger for me in the future."
Mista's sudden words surprised Johnson, who scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.
In this incongruous morning light, Johnson suddenly felt this was some strange flag. After thinking about it carefully, he realized it made sense; after all, both the Assassination Team and us are risking our lives in these battles.
Perhaps Mista also sensed this constantly approaching feeling of death.
A nine-person team taking on the entire Passion alone was simply too dangerous.
The current situation was also completely different from before; we didn't have Trish or Moody Blues.
As long as he didn't have Moody Blues, Johnson Joffrey was uneasy and didn't dare to believe he could win.
A way had to be found to ally with Bucciarati's Team. The problem was that Bucciarati hadn't completely given up on the Boss yet. He was still the person from the original story who was willing to give his life to protect the Boss's daughter. Only Diavolo breaking his bottom line and harming his daughter would make him completely despair of Diavolo.
Bucciarati had a deep love and respect for his father. He treated his subordinates with a fatherly love, and even in the end, he still thought of Trish. Even after he died, he still wouldn't let go, insisting on protecting Trish.
He couldn't imagine how a father like Diavolo, someone who would even harm his own daughter, could possibly accept his suggestion to stop selling dupin to children.
Bucciarati hadn't seen Diavolo clearly yet. Johnson Joffrey had to make Bucciarati see Diavolo clearly. Did he have to let Bucciarati take Trish away?
If he brought Trish before Diavolo, then he would be able to see through the Boss completely.
The train roared with a 'clack-clack' sound. Mista finally remembered he was actually there to pee. Johnson watched him walk into the restroom, saw the restroom sign indicated it was occupied, and heard noisy sounds from a few distant carriages, but the train's noise was too loud, so Johnson didn't pay attention.
Johnson leaned against the window. The light behind the window flickered between bright and dim. His complexion was much paler compared to others. For a Caucasian, it wasn't considered beautiful, as Caucasians prefer a healthy tan. However, when considered from a vampire's perspective, it carried an unearthly, mysterious beauty.
The sky outside was almost bright. Johnson looked at the floor, where there was a shadow. He frowned slightly, finding it strange. The flickering light earlier was from the plants along the train tracks. Why did this thing seem to be constantly pressed against the glass?
Johnson looked up at the opposite window. There was a sound of something squirming behind him.
The whistling train sped into a dark tunnel. The opposite window transformed into a mirror, clearly reflecting what was behind Johnson Joffrey.
—A mass of flesh was quietly pressed against the glass behind him.