Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 207: The answer you can’t wait

When Polnareff was young, he was forced to lick an unspeakable place.

It's a bit sad to say that after the series of brutal battles in Egypt, only Joseph and Jotaro were left in the world who knew about it.

They are not big mouths, and of course they will not talk about the embarrassing stories of their old comrades.

Now that the man on the other end of the phone can tell this matter so quickly, he is obviously Polnareff's long-missed best friend, that reliable and powerful warrior, Jotaro Kujo.

"Jotaro"

Polnareff's voice was actually trembling.

During the years he was trapped in Italy, he fantasized countless times about reconnecting with his best friend.

But now Jotaro's voice was really in his ears, but his mind was spinning a thousand times, and he was so filled with emotion that it was hard to express.

"Polnareff."

Jotaro realized that the situation was not good from the complicated and deep voice of his best friend.

Different from the image of a resolute and tough guy on the surface, in his impression, Polnareff is actually an optimistic, cheerful and humorous guy.

Such a man can always keep a smile on his face.

Even in a submarine that is about to sink, he can still joke about "seeing underwear" with his companions without changing his expression.

If even Polnareff can't laugh, it means that the situation he faces must be very dangerous.

In fact, when Jotaro landed at Rome International Airport about half an hour ago, he had already realized that Polnareff's situation was not good.

Because in the morning when the phone calls were continuously blocked, Li Qing once asked Thomas to leave a message in his voicemail because he had a good mentality of not trying, but if he succeeds, he will be a thug in vain.

In the message, Lee Sin told Jotaro that "his old friend is in trouble and urgently needs him to come to Rome for support."

Fortunately, when he heard this message, Jotaro himself had already arrived at the airport on the outskirts of Rome.

Unfortunately, Thomas habitually used the technology group's network to make calls at that time, rather than the mobile phone commonly used by ordinary people.

When Jotaro received the message and wanted to call back to inquire, the network of the technology team had been paralyzed due to Diavolo's attack.

For a while, the call could not be returned, and the message became an extremely dangerous dead end signal.

When Jotaro wanted to directly contact Polnareff "himself", Diavolo was also busy playing this life-and-death race. Whether it was life or death, he was in this last fight. He didn’t bring his cell phone, and he wasn’t planning to continue role-playing in front of Jotaro.

That’s it

Polnareff suddenly disappeared from Jotaro's world.

Jotaro had no other choice but to rush from the airport to Rome as quickly as possible while trying to mobilize resources to urgently search for Polnareff's whereabouts at this moment.

Finally, after entering the center of Rome, he received this sudden call.

Now that he heard his best friend’s complicated and unspeakable voice, Jotaro’s long-knit brows deepened:

"Polnareff, how is the situation?"

A brief silence.

Then there was a long sigh: "This is hard to explain."

Polnareff knew that now was probably not the time for him to reminisce with his old friends.

In his understanding, Jotaro should still be on the other side of the world at this time. Even if he could get through the phone, he wouldn't be able to help him for the time being.

The confirmation of Jotaro’s identity directly confirmed the reliability of Giorno and Mista’s statement:

Diavolo knows exactly where they are.

This terrifying man may appear nearby at any time, bringing them irresistible despair.

"Jotaro."

Polnareff sighed deeply.

He glanced gratefully at the two strange young men, Giorno and Mista.

Then, in order to transmit his last voice more clearly to the ears of his best friend, Polnareff tried his best to stick his head out from the guardrail on the second floor and loudly spoke to the mobile phone in Mista's hand on the first floor. Roar:

"If I die today, please come to Italy to avenge me!"

"The person who killed me is Diavolo, and his substitute ability is time removal!"

""

This time it was Jotaro's turn to be silent.

Then, in the extremely quiet air, his voice slowly came out.

The voice was so calm, as if Polnareff's "last words" had not touched him in any way.

But somehow, everyone present could clearly hear that under the calm calm, there seemed to be a terrifying and extreme anger suppressed:

"I'm in Rome now, and I'm in the city center."

"Polnareff, tell me where you are now?"

"Um?"

This answer is obviously quite unexpected.

Polunareff is like a poor scholar who suddenly became lucky by winning the imperial examination in his twilight years. First, his expression was so dull that he could not react, and then he suddenly fell into ecstasy:

"You, you, you are actually in Rome?"

"This is great! Jotaro, I'm at the Colosseum in the city center right now!"

"Colosseum, I understand."

Jotaro’s answer was concise and direct:

"Please hold on a little longer, I'll be there soon."

As he spoke, he hung up the phone proactively.

Jotaro didn't say any useless words of comfort, but his steady voice itself was the best reassurance.

Polnareff's heart, which was already determined to die, finally calmed down.

Giorno and Mista also realized that the balance of victory was faintly tilting towards them.

As for Diavolo, who is hiding in the dark, his angular cheeks are now paler than those of East Asian actors who wear makeup:

"Why is he already in the city center?"

"Alright, will we arrive soon?"

"One minute? Three minutes? Five minutes?"

"Damn it, guys who have no sense of time are really damned. How long does 'immediately' mean? Give me an accurate number!"

Layers of cold sweat broke out on Diablo's forehead.

Although he knew that Jotaro was coming, he never made a plan to deal with Jotaro from the beginning. His plan was just to grab the insect arrows before Jotaro arrived, that's all.

Because Diablo knew in his heart that he might not be able to defeat this guy.

Jotaro's name has long been known to the world.

Most people only think that this is just a mythical legend, and some frogs in the well even have an inexplicable contempt for the so-called "invincible man".

But Diavolo stands high and sees far. Being in a high position, he can obtain more detailed information and understand Jotaro more deeply:

Judging from all the information that can be collected, Jotaro's stand-in, Star Platinum, has monster-level performance that surpasses the Crimson King in terms of strength, speed and other basic abilities.

The time-stopping bug ability seems to be better than the Crimson King's time-cutting ability.

"If that man rushes to the scene, it will be difficult for me to grab the arrow again."

"Abominable"

Diablo gritted his teeth tightly, like a rabid dog forced into a corner.

He stared at Polnareff hiding behind the stone pillar on the second floor with his red eyes, his eyes full of madness and bloodthirsty:

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Diablo could hold back until now just to overhear the use of insect arrows.

But Polnareff tossed a series of tidbits to whet his appetite, but he was slow to reveal the most important information.

This is indeed a very worrying thing.

At this time

Just when Diavolo was looking forward to the next chapter, Mista asked Diavolo the question:

"Hey, broom-head uncle?"

Mista looked up at Polnareff impatiently, and gave him a rude nickname:

"Now that the call has been answered, you should finally believe us, right?"

"My companions are still separated outside. Diavolo may appear at any time, so don't waste any more time!"

"Yeah"

Polnareff nodded.

At this moment, he had completely dispelled his doubts about the two young men, and there was even a hint of gratitude in his eyes:

"Sorry, please forgive me for being overly cautious."

"Giorno, Mista, what you said is indeed credible."

"That's the case"

As he spoke, Polnareff raised the insect arrow in his hand.

The lights inside the Colosseum were extremely dim late at night, greatly obstructing the view.

But even so, everyone present could still vaguely see the vertical and straight wooden shaft of the insect arrow, and the gorgeous arrowhead engraved with three-dimensional golden beetles.

Under the dim light, this insect arrow, which is said to contain mysterious power, appears even more mysterious.

Diablo’s eyes almost popped out of his head:

This is his last hope, the spiritual sustenance that gives him the confidence to continue resisting in desperate situations.

"How to use this insect arrow"

Polnareff's voice came slowly.

Diablo held his breath nervously and expectantly, and listened carefully with his ears raised.

Then

I saw Polnareff suddenly holding the arrow tighter:

"I won't tell you yet."

"Huh?"

"Are you kidding?"

Mista's face fell, and even Giorno, who had always been calm, changed his expression slightly.

"Cough cough"

A small trace of guilt appeared on Polnareff's weathered cheeks:

"It's really embarrassing to say it, but"

"Since Jotaro is nearby, we won't need this arrow this time."

Breaking one's word and getting fat is somewhat unethical, but Polnareff has not yet said the more straightforward and embarrassing words:

Li Qing and others were, to put it bluntly, the spare tires he found when he was desperate when he couldn't contact Jotaro.

After all, he, Li Qing and others only met online, and they got together without any choice because they had the same enemy.

A netizen I’ve known for a long time, and a brother who lives and dies together, do you have to think about who to choose?

Not to mention, the insect arrow itself has the power to change the world.

If he didn't have no choice, how could he entrust such terrible power to a group of strangers who didn't know anything about it?

And now Jotaro is here, and it won't even take long to reach the battlefield.

To put it harshly

The real master is here, and Giorno and others are useless as backup.

I will give the Insect Arrow to Jotaro later and create a Platinum Star Requiem. Are you worried that Diavolo will not be cool?

"That is to say"

"We worked our butts off and ran here, abandoning our companions, and in the end we just came over to make a phone call for you?"

After realizing the current situation, Mista's expression was a little unpleasant.

"Yeah."

Polnareff muttered twice with his face turning red.

Facing the resentful looks from the two teenagers downstairs, he could only say shamelessly:

"Don't worry, Jotaro can definitely do it."

"As long as he appears, our safety is guaranteed."

"So, for the sake of safety, I won't tell you how to use this arrow."

"Asshole"

A thunderous roar exploded from the ground.

After waiting for so long, in the end, the result turned out to be "none below".

Diablo is now like a grumpy reader who was reading a book and was about to turn to the next page when he read a highlight, only to find that the author was suddenly possessed by a pigeon and quit.

In the endless resentment, he killed himself angrily:

"The Crimson King!"

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