Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 35: Bucciarati Team (please vote for recommendation)

Although Diavolo thought he was in control of the situation, Scribe was killed by a gun just as “Rolling Stone” predicted.

“Destiny”

“Is it really impossible to resist?”

In the face of these two extremely heavy words, Diavolo foresaw his own death.

No matter what you do, it’s all in vain

We are all just slaves of fate

Scolibbly’s pessimistic words kept echoing in his mind, making him uneasy.

“No!”

“The “Emperor” is me, Diavolo! Still never changed! ”

Diablo gritted his teeth, eyes flashing with infinite fire:

“What about fate?”

“Since fate has destined me to die soon, then I will smash this **** fate to pieces with my own hands!”

At this moment, he couldn’t help but start thinking about a question:

Why does “Rolling Stone” show his impending death? What could threaten him, the dark emperor who has been invincible for more than ten years?

“Li Qing.”

Diablo immediately thought of the bald man who suddenly broke into his low-key life.

“Scolibie seems to have said that “Rolling Stone” only suddenly sensed his and my impending death around eight o’clock this morning. ”

“Around eight o’clock in the morning”

“Isn’t this when that **** bald man appeared in my room?!”

“That’s right at that time”

“My, Diavolo’s destiny has been changed!”

At this moment, the unfamiliar oriental name ‘Li Qing’ suddenly became a poisonous snake entangled in Diavolo’s heart and refused to leave.

Diablo no longer thinks of him as just a disgusting sewer rat, nor does he regard him as a bedbug that can be easily strangled. Li Qing has become his destined enemy, the person he must eliminate. nightmare!

“We can’t continue to be so casual.”

“I must use every possible means and mobilize all available forces to kill this bald man as soon as possible!”

Diablo thought so.

Before this, because he was worried that information about his stand-in ability would be leaked to organizational cadres whose loyalty was doubtful, he only mobilized the most trustworthy members of the Guards to snipe Li Qing.

Now, Diablo can no longer care about so much.

He knew that he had to take some small risks and mobilize all the power that the passion organization could mobilize in Naples to extinguish this fateful enemy before it could rise.

Of course

My true identity and substitute ability must not be exposed.

If those organization cadres heard something they shouldn’t have heard when dealing with Li Qing, then

“Today” a coldness gradually emerged from Diavolo’s magical eyes that blended yellow and green: “I’m afraid many people will die.”

Deep in Naples prison, VIP suite.

That’s right

In this prison where serious prisoners are held, there is actually a well-decorated VIP with complete facilities, Internet access, phone calls, refrigerator, TV, fresh food supply, and 24-hour attentive waiters (prison guards). suite.

The person living here is Polpo, an organizational cadre of Passion in charge of local affairs in Naples.

You can get some clues from this obviously irregular VIP suite

He lives here not because he was caught committing a crime, but because he wants to live here.

As a prominent figure in the Passion organization, the entire Naples prison, no, the entire city of Naples, is Polbo’s territory.

A big tree attracts the wind. While Polbo controlled huge power, he also provoked endless enemies to himself.

Rather than risk living outside, it is better to live directly in this prison, which is heavily guarded at all times.

Anyway, for Polbo, going to prison feels like going home. The feeling in prison is much better than at home. Everyone in prison is his little brother and they speak nicely

“Here comes someone!”

“Come here quickly, I have something important to tell you!”

Polbo shook the bell in the room and called the prison guards to come to serve him like a hotel waiter:

Soon, a neatly dressed and serious-looking female prison guard pushed in the door:

“Lord Polpo?”

“Any instructions?”

Obviously she looked like an upright police officer, but she immediately recognized the criminal Bolbo as the boss.

Polpo is no slouch either.

This fat man, who was a full two and a half meters tall and as bloated as a giant bear that had gained weight by eating sea food before hibernating, slowly stood up from his luxurious sofa.

He looked condescendingly at the female prison guard:

“The first thing is to open the door and prepare the car. The boss has an order, and I will go out personally this time.”

“The second thing is to inform all the members of the organization in Naples, especially the gangsters on the outermost edge of the organization who are responsible for collecting street intelligence:”

“Let them use all means to hunt down a bald Eastern man named ‘Li Qing’ throughout the city.”

“The third thing”

Boerbo paused slightly and specifically asked:

“Inform Team Bucciarati and tell them that the organization needs their strength now.”

Naples, a seemingly ordinary tea restaurant.

This is actually the permanent base of the Bucciarati team.

The Bucciarati Team is a combat team under Polbo composed entirely of stand-ins, responsible for maintaining the underground order in Naples and doing some dirty work.

Of course, it’s a team

In fact, there are only three people in total now, and most of them are underage:

18-year-old Bruno Bucciarati.

Panakoda Fugo, 14 years old.

15-year-old Naranga Gilka.

Although these three people are ridiculously young, as the top combat power that Bolbo trusts most, their own strength is undoubtedly beyond doubt.

However, the number of people is still a bit small.

Bucciarati, the leader of the team, has also been selecting suitable substitute messengers to enrich his team.

And today, it happens to be the time when a new member joins the team:

“Leo Apache, 19 years old”

“Your previous occupation was a police officer?”

“Hey, why are you here to join us as a gangster if you leave a good policeman alone? Are you here to be an undercover agent?”

Looking at the new member of the team named Apaki who had just introduced himself, Fuge, who had a little temper, was the first to question.

At this time, Captain Bucciarati was outside receiving an impromptu call from the boss.

The responsibility of “getting to know each other” with the newcomers naturally falls on Fuge, who is only 14 years old and is the second veteran to join the team.

“19 years old?”

“Older than Bucciarati and a whole lot older than me”

“One, two, three, four or four years old!”

“One, two, three bigger than Fu Ge”

The ‘genius child’ Nalanjia, who had no skill points in mathematics, stretched his fingers and counted the age gap between the newcomer Apaki and them seriously.

Of course, no matter what Nalanja is doing

He didn’t even look at the so-called newcomer.

“Do you want to give the newcomers some power?”

“It’s so boring”

Apaji curled his lips slightly, then answered Fugo’s question calmly:

“I told Bucciarati what I needed to say before joining the team.”

“Yes, I used to be a policeman. I left the police force for some reasons, and now I want to change my career to a gangster.”

“As for whether I am an undercover agent?”

“Hehe”

He shrugged helplessly and said with a smile:

“I knew when I was a police officer that this country called Italy was rotten from the inside out.”

“Isn’t the so-called ‘police force’ a branch opened by you mafia gangs?”

“Who am I to blame?”

“Hahahaha.”

Hearing this, Fugo immediately restrained his violent temper and laughed exaggeratedly:

“Just kidding, I was just kidding.”

“You are a newcomer, we must take care of you!”

“Come!”

“Drink this cup of tea first, and from now on you will be our own!”

With that said, Fuge stood up from the table and poured Apaki a cup of steaming black tea in a friendly voice.

Then

In front of Apache, he leaned over and dug out a ball of black mud from under his leather shoes, threw it into the teacup, and stirred it with his fingers.

“Come on!”

“Apache, drink it!”

Fuge pushed the darkened cup of tea in front of Apache with a smile on his face.

“Pediatrics.”

“All organizations have ways to welcome newcomers. Now it seems that compared with the police force, you gangsters are not black enough!”

Apache showed his disdain unabashedly.

As he spoke, he picked up the cup of freshly baked muddy water and drank it without changing his expression.

“No way”

“Did he really drink?”

Both Fuge and Nalanjia were restrained by this hand.

“What a ruthless character.”

“With a guy like this in the team, the newcomers who join in the future will definitely have a hard time, right?”

Seeing Apache’s skillful performance in ‘welcoming newcomers’, they couldn’t help but worry about the newcomers who might join the team next.

At this time, Bucciarati came back after making a phone call.

This man, who is only 18 years old, always reveals a special temperament that is as steady as an adult and as refreshing as an elder when talking to his friends:

“Apache.”

“How’s it going? Are you getting along well with Fuge and Nalanja?”

“Very good.”

Apaji said lightly: “These two ‘little’ seniors are very good at taking care of others.”

“That’s good”

Bucciarati’s slightly suspicious eyes flickered back and forth on the guilty faces of Fugo and Nalanja, but in the end he said nothing more:

“Now that everyone knows each other, let’s get down to business!”

“Things are a little sudden, but”

“Apache.”

He took a special look at the newcomer who had just joined the team: “Your first mission after becoming a gangster is here.”

“Oh?”

Apaki asked with interest: “What is the mission?”

Bucciarati took a deep breath and slowly replied: “Kill.”