Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 82: Arrangements for Mista

16:15 minutes.

A full twenty minutes have passed since the Anti-Diavolo Alliance was officially established.

In these twenty minutes, Li Qing and others successfully defeated the invading enemy, restored their physical condition, unified the team's thinking, accepted new members, and finally embarked on a new journey with a brand-new attitude. journey.

The first task before them is:

"We need to get a big car quickly."

Bucciarati said very seriously.

At this moment, Apache was driving, and Li Qing was firmly in the passenger seat. However, he, Giorno, Naranja, Fugo, and Mista, a group of five people, were crowded in the originally planned only room. Sitting in the back seat of a sedan with three people.

Although his resolute and tough face had been squeezed into a big funny shape on the car window, Bucciarati's tone remained calm:

"This car can't seat seven of us."

"With our current crowded situation like a sardine can, if we encounter an enemy attack, I'm afraid we won't be able to even fight back."

"Apache."

After explaining his thoughts, Bucciarati directly ordered Apaki:

"Turn right at the intersection ahead and stop near the shopping mall on that road."

"I hid a seven-seater SUV in the underground garage of that shopping mall, which can be used as a means of transportation for us."

"Huh?"

Before Apache could say anything, Li Qing immediately had some opinions:

"Why don't you hurry up and get out of the city now?"

"If you stop to pick up the car, you may be chased by the killer."

"What you said is easy!"

Fugo's head was stuck under Giorno and Naranja's arms, so tight that he couldn't even breathe.

He cursed and yelled:

"Bald man, why did you occupy the passenger seat by yourself?"

"If you think it's okay, you can sit in the back and take a look!"

"No, that's impossible."

Lee Sin defended his "privilege" confidently.

He turned his head and looked at the fashionable attire of Fuge and others, and said in a very strange tone:

“Look at all of you wearing hole-in-the-wall, navel-baring, breast-baring, and tight-fitting clothes”

"Even if I, Li Qing, die and jump out of this car, I will never be crowded with you muscular men in scantily clad clothes."

"What do you know!"

"This is fashion, do you understand fashion?"

Milan, the fashion capital, is all about Italy. As a fashionable young man among Italians, Fugo doesn't think there is anything wrong with his avant-garde dressing.

"Okay, okay"

Giorno spoke up to stop this meaningless quarrel:

"The road is difficult and dangerous, and we really need to change to a better car."

"But"

"There's no need to go out of your way to get Bucciarati's car, right?"

Based on his usual lifestyle, he made a good suggestion:

"There are so many cars on the street, you can just 'borrow' one at will. With the abilities I have developed over the years, 'borrowing' a car won't waste much time."

"No, it's not just the car."

Bucciarati adjusted his position with his face against the glass with difficulty:

"The car also contained weapons, ammunition, cash, fake license plates, fake documents, disposable mobile phones, and disguise tools that I had prepared in advance."

The mafia is a high-risk profession. Those gangsters usually seem to have smooth sailing, but they may one day fall into desperate situations such as vendettas and internal strife within the organization.

Cunning rabbits have three holes. For the sake of their own safety, they often prepare several escape routes for themselves in advance.

In order to cope with the crises that may occur at any time in the underworld career, Bucciarati also followed the practices of his colleagues and very carefully arranged several hiding places and escape tools in the city of Naples.

“Originally it was just insurance done unintentionally.”

“I didn’t expect that they would actually come in handy.”

Bucciarati sighed with a little emotion:

"You may not understand how strong the organization's control is over this country."

"In addition to countless outside thugs and street gangsters who can act as informants, the Passion organization has also specially set up a 'Technology Intelligence Group' with advanced technological capabilities and the ability to monitor the entire territory of Italy."

"Telephone, postal service, Internet, radio, government intranet, police communications, traffic information, public surveillance"

"Everything is under the monitoring of the organization."

"If we didn't have those fake documents and fake license plates as cover, we might not be able to get out of Naples and our whereabouts would be exposed."

"That's it."

Li Qing understood what Bucciarati meant.

Indeed, in modern warfare, intelligence always comes first before troops are deployed.

If there is no way to cover up their tracks under the surveillance of the organization, then they can only remain in a passive state where the enemy is in the dark and we are clear.

As a result, Li Qing immediately agreed to the plan.

Apaji then turned around and drove the car near the underground garage of the shopping mall, then found a remote and uninhabited alley to stop.

"Mista."

Bucciarati suddenly called Mista's name.

This rookie, who got offended by Diavolo for some inexplicable reason and finally joined the team for no apparent reason, didn't say much during the whole journey and had no chance to speak.

And

His current 'teammates' either robbed him, beat him, or kidnapped him

Huddled together with these guys who turned enemies into friends, it was indeed a bit embarrassing for Mista.

So, when he heard Bucciarati calling him specifically, he was slightly stunned: "What?"

"Please."

Bucciarati took out a car key from his arms and handed it out with difficulty from the gap between a bunch of muscular men:

"You go in and help us get the car out."

"Huh?"

Mista subconsciously took the key, but subconsciously felt something was wrong:

"Just, let me go alone?"

"That's right."

Bucciarati replied:

"This shopping mall has always been the protection target of the passion organization, and there are many people from the periphery of the organization stationed nearby."

"If we show up publicly, we will definitely be noticed by these informants at the first time."

"But Mista, you are different. The boss has just learned your name."

"These just ten minutes are definitely not enough for them to find out your information, find your photos, and then fax them to every peripheral."

"So, among us, you are the only one whose appearance has not been mastered by the enemy."

"I understand."

Mista nodded, with a little excitement in his voice:

Yes, after being forced to become the target of the organization, he was not only not nervous and fearful, but even a little excited.

Because Mista was just an idle gangster. He had never seen the real darkness and did not know the horror of the passion organization.

For Mista

The peaceful life is broken, involved in a supernatural crisis, awakening super powers, getting into trouble with the underworld boss, meeting powerful companions, and embarking on an escape journey

How is this bad luck?

This is basically getting the protagonist’s script!

At this moment, all Mista has in her heart is longing for the future.

"Leave it to me."

After being entrusted with the "important task" by Bucciarati, he even forgot about the little embarrassment that happened between himself and his teammates:

"I'll go in and get the car out right away."

As he spoke, Mista held the car keys tightly, immediately opened the car door and walked out of the alley.

He walked out of the alley in three steps and disappeared around the corner.

The "teammates" in the car seemed to think that he could no longer hear, so they immediately started "whispering" behind his back:

"Bucciarati!"

The first person who could not hold back his voice was Fu Ge:

"Do you really want this 'rookie' to join the team?"

"That guy is just a little gangster who has just awakened his substitute. Keeping him with us will only hinder us!"

The sound was neither loud nor quiet, but it was heard by Mista who had not yet gone far.

He couldn't help but stop.

The "whispering" among teammates continues:

"I don't think so either."

Apaki said seriously:

“I absolutely agree with Mista’s enthusiasm and quality.”

"However, he is still too immature. He has no idea what we are facing and lacks enough combat experience."

"Indeed."

Li Qing didn't pay attention to Mista's footsteps, so he stabbed him in the back:

"If it weren't for that phone call, I wouldn't want to take this guy with me."

“He still doesn’t realize the seriousness of the problem. I feel like this guy’s attitude is more like he’s here to ‘play a game’ than me.”

"I know"

"The danger of fighting against the organization should not be borne by a passerby."

Bucciarati sighed softly:

"That's why I came here specially."

"In that car were disguise tools, large sums of cash, simple equipment for making ID photos, and fake IDs and passports that could be used by pasting photos on them."

"Get these things and we can help Mista escape from this country."