Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 117: Consciousness of sacrifice

At the same time.

After spending some time searching, Bucciarati and his team who stayed on the ground finally borrowed an SUV suitable for a seven-person team nearby.

At this time, Li Qing had already disappeared into the sky in a helicopter.

Although the time was short, according to the helicopter's previous flight speed, they were at least four or five kilometers away from Li Qing.

Without any choice, Bucciarati and the others had no choice but to seize the opportunity and drive quickly, following the direction in which Li Qing had just disappeared.

The car has been driving in the fungal-infected death realm, and there are rotten, festered, twisted and hideous corpses along the way.

The air was dead and heavy, and everyone who was rushing in this dead end couldn't help but look gloomy.

However, soon

"Is there anyone alive?"

Looking at the survivors appearing in twos and threes outside the window, as well as the rapidly fading green carpet on their bodies, Mista couldn't help but shouted excitedly:

"It was Li Qing. Li Qing defeated that scumbag!"

The fungus cannot disappear for no reason. The occurrence of this situation can only show that Li Qing has completed his mission beyond expectations.

"He did it."

Giorno breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and then said slowly in his usual calm voice:

"Keep driving forward, and remember to call his name in the car later."

"Li Qing's hearing is extremely keen. At full strength, he can even distinguish the voices of everyone chatting from a distance of thousands of meters."

"As long as the distance is roughly close, he can find us by himself."

"Understood!"

Mista smiled and stepped on the accelerator, speeding up and chasing the helicopter away.

Everything went well.

They only need to continue driving a few kilometers before they can meet up with Li Qing, who has already won.

However, not long after, the car was about to board a highway bridge

Bang!

There was a sound of exploding tires from underneath the car.

The car that was traveling at high speed suddenly lurched and hit the roadside quickly.

Mista hurriedly stepped on the brakes and stabilized the steering wheel, but was unable to prevent the car from spinning out of control.

In the end, the car hit a tree on the side of the road.

Thankfully, the six people in the car habitually fastened their seat belts after getting into the car, so their heads did not explode like the front airbag.

"Hey, how do you drive?"

Fugo's violent temper suddenly broke out in fright.

"How can you blame me?" Mista patted his dizzy head: "The car blew its own tire!"

"Stop arguing."

Bucciarati's tone was very solemn.

He stared out the window and said word by word: "This is a substitute attack."

The reason why Bucciarati was able to figure out so quickly that this was not an ordinary accident but a double attack was not because he noticed some subtle and difficult to discern clues, but because

The enemy did not hide his traces at all.

The humanoid stand-in wearing a black cloak and a wide-brimmed hat, who looked like he had stepped out of a theater stage, was now standing brightly outside the car window.

It stared at Bucciarati through the broken window, without attacking or moving.

"This is"

Giorno and Mista were still confused, but Fugo, Nalanja and Apaki all said the name of the substitute with surprised faces: "Black Sabbath!"

Black Sabbath is the stand-in for Porpo, the local cadre of the organization stationed in Naples.

Polpo is the old leader of the Bucciarati team and the reviewer for the core members of the Passion organization to join the gang.

So, Bucciarati and others are very familiar with this stand-in named "Black Sabbath".

Just when everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of Black Sabbath, there was another deafening roar of engines on the road across the bridge.

Everyone looked around and saw a Hummer SUV approaching menacingly from the bridge.

This off-road vehicle has obviously been modified. The tires alone are 1.5 meters tall. Its cabin is tall, wide and sturdy, so big that one doubts an elephant can be stuffed inside.

At first glance, it looks like a tank is coming.

"Mr. Polbo"

"He actually came here in person?"

Bucciarati immediately recognized this car as Porpo's exclusive car, the only one in the world.

Because Bolbo is a fat man with a height of nearly three meters and a weight of more than half a ton. Except for this modified Big Mac off-road vehicle, there is no car on the market that can fit him.

(In fact, trucks and vans can also accommodate Bolbo, but as a respectable gangster on the road, no one dares to carry him with such a cheap thing.)

"Bucciarati."

The giant Hummer stopped slowly.

Polbo, who was sitting in the vast carriage, rolled down the glass and revealed his plump but imposing face from the shadow:

"You disappoint me so much."

He looked at Bucciarati with a trace of regret in his eyes.

Bucciarati knew that these regrets were not crocodile tears, but Bolbo's true thoughts.

Because, Polbo really regarded Bucciarati as a confidant.

He had great trust in Bucciarati, not only relying on him in daily gang affairs, but also entrusting Bucciarati with the safekeeping of the small treasury he had set up behind the organization's back.

"Sorry."

"I betrayed your trust."

Bucciarati sighed slightly, but there was no trace of regret in his eyes:

"However, this is the choice I made, and I believe it is the right one"

"Don't tell me this."

Polbo sat in the car and looked at Bucciarati from a distance:

"I didn't expect this to happen."

"Bucciarati, you have been different from us gangsters from the beginning."

"Although his hands are stained with blood, he is still as weak as those bad good people, or can he be said to be kind?"

He smiled mockingly, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Looking at that look, Bucciarati also knew that a fierce battle would inevitably follow.

Thinking of the past friendship, he finally said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Polbo."

"Wait."

Polbo had no intention of taking action.

His stand-in Black Sabbath was still standing quietly in the shadows beside the road, and what he picked up was not a weapon, but a mobile phone:

"Bucciarati, make no mistake, I have no intention of fighting you."

"I feel a little ashamed to say it, but you should understand that I am actually a guy who cherishes his life."

"If the boss hadn't suddenly issued a death order and asked me to come here to stop you, to be honest, I would have even turned a blind eye and asked you troublesome guys to leave Naples as soon as possible."

Porpo casually pressed his cell phone to make a call, and said to Bucciarati in a playful tone:

"So, I hope you can cooperate."

"I will not fight you, nor will I take your lives."

"The only thing you have to do is cooperate with me to complete the boss's urgent task and stay here for ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?"

Bucciarati frowned tightly:

Obviously, the urgent task Diavolo gave Polpo was not to clear the door, but to delay them.

Why did Diavolo do this?

And how did Bolbo appear here so accurately? Was their whereabouts exposed?

It is difficult to answer these two questions separately, but when they are connected together, they can be quickly figured out:

"This bridge is the only way to the area where the helicopter disappeared."

"Polpo will wait here in advance because he is not because Diavolo saw the helicopter carrying Li Qing."

"He knew that Li Qing was separated from us, and also guessed that we were going to join Li Qing, so he urgently sent Bolbo to guard this stronghold."

"So"

Thinking of this, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Bucciarati’s forehead:

Polbo was responsible for delaying their steps and preventing them from joining Li Qing.

So, where is Diavolo hiding behind?

He suddenly gave Bolbo such an order. What did he want to do?

The answer is self-evident.

"Lee Qing is in danger!"

"Diavolo will probably take action personally while Lee Sin is alone!"

Bucciarati brought up this extremely terrifying possibility.

Everyone was shocked, and Giorno called out the Golden Experience without hesitation, glaring at Polbo:

"Polbo, right?"

"If you don't want to die, get out of my way!"

"Tsk, tsk, what a scary look."

Polbo looked at Giorno's resolute and stern expression, and smiled in an unhurried tone:

"Although he is very young, he already has the attitude of a strong man."

"Then you, Bucciarati and the others, since you have launched a challenge to the organization, you should already have the consciousness of 'sacrifice', right?"

"Consciousness of sacrifice?"

The young and energetic Mista immediately shouted:

"Nonsense! We have already come this far, are we still afraid of death?"

Mista shouted with enthusiasm, but Bucciarati beside him felt his scalp numb.

Because he knows Bolbo too well, and Bolbo knows him too well.

Bucciarati knows that as long as he can achieve his goal, Polbo can do anything.

Sure enough

"Haha."

“The ‘enlightenment’ I’m talking about is not about sacrificing one’s own awareness, but sacrificing the awareness of others.”

Polbo sneered and turned on the speaker of his mobile phone, and said meaningfully to Bucciarati:

"Bucciarati, I heard"

"You have a good relationship with those old guys on the street?"

ps: There are a lot of things going on these two days, and I’m in a bad state when I come back to “catch up on homework” at night.

Let’s post one chapter first, and the second update will be later, or just make up for the third update tomorrow.