Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 81: Chocolat

Not long after.

In a corner of Naples, Diavolo dialed a phone call with a stern expression:

"Demolition Team, I have a task for you:"

“Go to the Segreita neighborhood on the coast of Palermo harbor and blow up the place.”

"Yes, boss!"

"Our demolition team guarantees to complete the mission!"

"But, boss, can you tell me more about the specific mission goal?"

"Didn't I say it, the Segreita neighborhood of Palermo Port."

"Then what?"

"Which street and which building in the Serreita neighborhood is the target of this mission?"

"No, idiot!"

Diablo's voice was a bit off-kilter.

He tried his best to suppress the huge waves in his heart and roared in a voice full of oppression:

"Don't make me say it a third time. I want you to blow up not a building, but a block, an entire block!"

"Bring out all the explosives you can use and level that entire block to the ground!"

""

The guy on the other end of the phone was already frightened by this crazy order:

"Blow up, blow up an entire neighborhood?"

"Boss, is this too much? If things get too big, it will be unstoppable!"

"I think"

"I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it!"

"I don't care what you think, today, today I will see the news that that neighborhood has completely disappeared on the headlines of the evening news!"

The boy from the demolition team had no time to say anything before Diavolo hung up the phone in annoyance.

He clutched the phone tightly, and a lingering murderous intention emerged in his evil pupils of yellow and green:

"It's so abominable!"

"Why does Melancholy Blues have such a terrible stand-in in the world!"

Melancholic blues only needs two elements: time and place to restore the past.

What Diablo hates and is most sensitive to is someone being able to probe into his past.

When Diavolo thought about having Melancholy Blues as his substitute, he felt like a little girl with a skirt that was too short. Wherever he went, he felt like someone was sneakily staring at his private parts.

And even worse

After follow-up personnel arrived at the scene, only Fernando's body was found.

It turned out that he died of some kind of murderous virus, and there happened to be a stand-in in the Bucciarati team who could release the murderous virus.

Later, Diavolo couldn't help but call Bucciarati directly to inquire about the situation, but no one answered.

There are various signs that Apache is very likely, no, the entire Bucciarati team is suspected of betraying the organization.

"Apache Li Qing"

"One of them knows my stand-in ability, and the other has the ability to go back in time to detect my true identity."

"If they really come together"

"Even if I could erase all the traces of my appearance in Palermo Harbor this morning, I certainly can't erase all the traces of my past, present and future. They will definitely find a loophole!"

Of course, putting all these aside, what Diavolo cares about most is the simple and heavy word "destiny":

"Is it really such a coincidence?"

"In just one day, first a cockroach appeared who could know my substitute's ability and could not die, and then a bug appeared who could spy on other people's past."

With a stiff face, he calculated the enemy's inexplicable increase in combat power:

"There are also Bucciarati, Fugo, Naranga, that Mista who dared to call and humiliate me, and that blond kid who once appeared with Li Qing on Mount Vesuvius."

"Li Qing's side is getting stronger and stronger!"

"The person who made them meet"

"It's me, Diavolo!"

Diablo felt like a fly caught in a cobweb. The harder he struggled, the tighter he became entangled in the cobweb:

"If I hadn't seen that **** rock, I wouldn't have been careful enough to need help from the lower levels."

"If I don't use the power of the lower-level organizations, Bucciarati and the others will not be able to meet Li Qing."

"Destiny, is this fate?"

Although he still didn’t know the true outcome of Bucciarati and others’ pursuit of Li Qing, he had already instinctively sensed that the next situation might be extremely bad.

"Damn!!"

"This **** fate, is it really not on my side?"

Tangled up in fear and anger, Diavolo wanted to rush to Li Qing right now and solve this serious problem.

But reason told him that he couldn't be so impulsive.

After all

Melancholy Blues' abilities are just too troublesome.

If he takes action rashly without being sure of victory, his true face will be directly exposed to the opponent because of his recklessness.

In this way, the enemy can directly replay the battle scene, without even spending time looking for traces of his past.

"Calm down"

"Observe the situation first and then make a calm judgment. This is the correct approach."

Diablo tried his best to adjust his mentality, but he unknowingly cracked the solid Nokia in his hand, causing a shocking crack.

Just when this unlucky mobile phone was about to be scrapped, a sudden ringtone saved it in time.

"Hello?"

Diablo answered the phone, and soon an annoying voice came from the other end of the phone.

This voice was full of excitement, excitement, and pleasure, but it lacked the respect and awe for Diavolo, a powerful boss:

"Boss, is it the boss?"

"I have noticed your order!"

"Although the journey is a bit long, time is also a bit tight"

"But in order to help my dear boss solve the problem, Psycho and I still worked tirelessly to fly the helicopter over"

"Hahahaha"

That voice is getting more and more disgusting:

"How's it going, boss?"

"For the sake of my loyalty to Chocolat, can you let me let go and kill people this time?"

""

Diablo was silent for a while:

Chocolat, one of his personal guards.

It is no exaggeration to say that this guy has the strongest "business" ability among his personal guards.

However, Chocolat is a bloodthirsty lunatic with a homicidal habit, a biological trash that even Diavolo, the "crumb boss", despises.

Diablo at least had a purpose in killing, while Jocrat killed just for fun.

Of course it's a good thing that dogs bite people.

But if the dog bites people like crazy, the owner will be very unhappy.

"Damn! Why is this mad dog here?"

Diablo thought unhappily:

"This is a densely populated city."

"If this mad dog is released to bite people at will, I don't know how much effort I will have to spend wiping his **** afterwards!"

He thought so, and then responded in a cold tone:

"Chocorat, you are not needed here."

"Where are you going from here to back?"

"Wait"

Diavolo was about to drive away Chocolat, who had come here to indulge in the killing spree, but he suddenly changed his mind mid-sentence:

In order to hide his traces, he even bombed the port area of ​​Palermo

Destroying another Naples seems to be nothing.

"You'd better stay."

Diablo ordered in a very dangerous tone.

"Oh?" The voice on the other end of the phone was so excited that it was almost distorted: "Can I let go and kill?"

"Yes."

There were too many lice to bite him, so Diavolo simply let the mad dog out.

"Just right"

Mista, Apaki, Bucciarati, Fugo, Nalanja, Li Qing, and the unknown blond kid

This series of names flashed through his mind: "There are too many guys looking for death."