—Notorious B.I.G.
Cold sweat ran down Johnson Joffrey's back. He remained motionless, even slowing his breathing to a crawl. But using the opposite glass window, he could clearly see the mass of flesh continuously moving towards him.
Johnson Joffrey still remembered that its speed was approximately... infinite?
Infinite is a very difficult word to define. At least in terms of normal macroscopic speeds, light speed should be the fastest. However, Star Platinum, which is also extremely fast, clearly exceeds light speed. Exceeding light speed allows one to touch upon time-related abilities. Surpassing time leads to the world of time stop.
But Star Platinum's ability panel doesn't show infinite, does it?
Therefore, it can be concluded that Notorious B.I.G.'s speed should be greater than the speed of an object's movement.
It will attack the fastest moving object and do so at a speed greater than that object's speed. (In the original work, it pursues at the same speed as the object's movement, which I believe is a bug and have changed to 'greater than'.)
That is to say, if Star Platinum uses light speed, it will use a speed greater than light speed, in which case Reversed Hierophant would also be helpless. Reversed Hierophant's speed should be less than Star Platinum's, as he has not yet awakened any time-stopping abilities.
Furthermore, no matter how fast the Reversed Hierophant was, it would move faster and faster, surpassing the Reversed Hierophant's speed.
Although Johnson Joffrey was motionless, his bodily systems were still active, such as his lungs during breathing; because the movement was slow, BIG's speed was also slow.
Johnson Joffrey didn't even dare to blink.
When did he get on the train? That shouldn't be possible. Only death could activate his ability, making him a one-time use item that could only be used once, and it didn't distinguish between friend and foe.
Johnson Joffrey had considered its existence; one reason he didn't fly was to guard against him. If it was a train, it wasn't completely locked down. Now, he needed to find a way to get off the train.
Johnson Joffrey imperceptibly shifted his gaze towards the train compartment where the Assassination Team members were resting. They had managed to secure a rare compartment, even though they hadn't bought tickets.
Because they didn't bring enough money. Johnson Joffrey then looked to his left; that door was sealed because this side was considered a first-class cabin, while the other side was a regular train.
Johnson Joffrey had a bad feeling. The previous noise he heard from over there must have been the sound of Big committing suicide. If he came from the adjacent ordinary train, then the last two ordinary train carriages opposite might have already been… The adjacent train carriage had always been noisy, but because it was an ordinary train, Johnson thought their liveliness was normal. Now, discarding the train's characteristic noise, that side showed a deathly silence.
The train had a total of twelve carriages, and the Assassination Team was in the tenth.
Most importantly, there was Mista opposite. If he came out, at such a distance, Mista would definitely be attacked.
Johnson Joffrey calmed down and slowly moved his arm. Sure enough, that mass of BIG began to move, its speed exceeding the arm's movement. Johnson Joffrey carefully raised his hand and put it into his pocket, then pulled out a coin, aimed it at a corner Mista's pistol could reach, and flicked it.
Suddenly, that cat-sized chunk of BIG flesh rushed towards him, its speed indeed surpassing the coin's flight speed.
Johnson Joffrey measured the distance, then began to move his body, walking towards the toilet door.
"Flush—"
The sound of the toilet flushing rang out, and Johnson Joffrey spoke with the slightest movement of his mouth: "Mista! Don't come out!"
Sure enough, Mista inside was somewhat puzzled and knocked hard on the door.
"What's up?"
"There's an enemy outside."
"Huh?! An enemy!" he yelled, then immediately pulled the door open forcefully.
The moment he pulled the door open, that mass of BIG, at a speed imperceptible to Johnson's eyes, suddenly extended a decomposing chunk of flesh from its body and pounced on Mista.
Mista watched in shock as his right hand, which had pulled open the door, was completely swallowed by the flesh.
"Mista! Don't move!" Johnson Joffrey shouted, "He will prioritize attacking fast-moving objects. Stay still now, Mista!"
"Huh?" Mista still didn't quite understand what he meant.
"What I mean is, don't move now. Whoever moves, he will attack them."
Mista broke out in a cold sweat, watching the mass of flesh continuously devour his right arm and grow vigorously.
"Now… now what do we do… Johnson…"
Just as Johnson was at a loss, Mista couldn't wait any longer. BIG had already climbed to his elbow, and he was sweating profusely, breathing heavily—
"Shoot," Johnson said calmly, seeing his arm almost completely devoured.
"Sh-sh-shooting?!" Mista asked incredulously, then said, heartbroken and on the verge of tears, "No… no… don't you want it anymore?"
Johnson Joffrey fell silent for a moment, then closed his eyes and nodded solemnly.
"No more."
Suddenly! Mista closed his eyes and made up his mind.
He swiftly pulled out the pistol from his waist with his left hand, and BIG immediately lunged towards his left hand—
"Bang bang!!"
Gunshots rang out, Mista's right arm was broken by two shots, and BIG fell to the ground, simultaneously prioritizing the pursuit of the fast-flying bullets.
—Of course, there was no Sex Pistols Stand on the bullets.
Mista's right arm was mangled by the bullets, his artery ruptured, and blood gushed out like a faucet.
"Mista, stop your bleeding," Johnson Joffrey said, "Shoot the next car twice!"
Mista slowly moved his pistol, then suddenly fired a shot at the next car. As expected, BIG flew towards the bullet at an incredible speed, far exceeding that of a normal bullet.
Since Johnson Joffrey awakened his Stand, he had become more sensitive to speed and energy. He calculated briefly that it was approximately 1.2 times the object's original speed.
The loud gunshots startled the Assassination Team in the private compartment, or rather, everyone in the entire compartment.
Ghiaccio was sitting on the compartment's seat, dozing off like a pecking chick, but most people were already finding it hard to sleep.
The sharp gunshots rang out, and everyone in the compartment screamed. The Assassination Team instantly became alert. Ghiaccio sprang from his chair, intending to open the door, but Risotto immediately pulled him back.
"Is that Mista's gunshots?! There are enemies outside!" Risotto's calm voice rang out. Everyone stood up, steadying themselves behind the narrow compartment door. "Calm down first, going out rashly is too dangerous."
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Last time, I said something that caused misunderstanding, saying that golden wind was nearing its end and this book might not reach a million words.
When I said it was nearing its end, I meant that my detailed outline was finished. As you know, I have other things to do during the day, and writing three chapters just at night without a detailed outline and a general outline would definitely be impossible. I first create a general outline, then a detailed one. My detailed outline has already been written up to the end of golden wind. Actually, I was wrong; golden wind might still have fifty to eighty thousand words, as the Bodyguard Team hasn't even been defeated yet.
There's also a recommendation—"My Favorability Is Inversely Growing."
It's by the author of Qi · Lai, who writes tens of thousands of words a day, which is terrifying.