Playing?

Bugarati's first thought was not just playing.

He thought of something deeper!

"Why is the news of Porpo's belongings that I have hidden known to the others, and why do the people behind us know our location? Who are they? ”

"Polpo can't just trust you completely, there should be someone who knows some of his secrets.

As for the one who can catch up later, it is estimated that it is a stand-in messenger. ”

In response to Bugarati's question, Giorno shrugged and answered.

"This is the ship of the Infinite Group, and there is no specific location for any other existence other than our people.

can easily and accurately follow all the way, and only the stand-in ability can do it. ”

Bugarati frowned, got off the recliner, and clapped his hands:

"Alright, stop."

The music and dancing immediately stopped, and Giorno and Apachi got up and sat sideways on their chaise longues, looking at Bugarati.

Bugarati has a serious face, and his control over this stand-in team is far beyond Giorno's expectations.

This prestige is the result of a combination of accumulated actions and personal charisma.

Everyone in this squad is convinced of Bugarati's abilities.

In the HEI Gang, there is no absolute trust at all, only absolute interests.

But unlike the other members of the PASSIONE organization, they not only work for money, but they are also glued to each other by Bugarati.

Otherwise, how could he be willing to give up better opportunities and more wealth to serve the local population with Bugarati.

The Bugarati squad is said to be a gangster, but in fact, it is just a neighborhood committee.

"They're very fast, and they expect to catch up with us in less than five minutes."

The strong man in the suit held the phone to remind.

They did not sail too fast, nor did they deviate too far from the coast, and the people chasing after them were high-speed boats based on their speed, and five minutes was already a conservative estimate.

"Naranga!"

"Give the order! Bugarati~! ”

Naranga smiled, without any psychological pressure, but was eager to try.

"The task of temptation is left to you."

The strong man in the suit next to him looked at Giorno, and he didn't wait for the next order, so he didn't speak again.

Giorno just smiled, the sea breeze was blowing, the sun was warm, the whole person was not eye-catching, and it was not ignored, and he let Bugarati play.

As he said, it's just a game.

The times are different, how can you pay attention to fighting alone and fighting bravely.

No matter how invincible the stand-in ability is, the ontology is a human after all.

To be killed is to die, that is the truth.

As soon as he finds an opportunity, a sniper can silently kill the so-called double messenger.

If there is a collective targeted arrangement plan, no matter how strong the stand-in messenger is, he can only die of hatred.

If the strength of the individual does not exceed the upper limit of true invincibility, it will still not be able to compare with the collective after all.

Giorno is in a different position, with a noble position, and after being nurtured by power and wealth, his way of thinking is different from that of Bugarati and others, who are accustomed to solving problems on their own.

For him, it's a game, but for Bugarati, every battle is a matter of life and death.

Both mentalities have their own benefits, but when it really comes to the moment when the brave wins, Giorno can also leave everything behind and make an enlightenment.

And now, after the Bugarati team has seen the strength of Giorno and the consortium behind him show the tip of the iceberg, it is time to show his hands and let Giorno take a look.

On Shara's and Zquero's side, the man with the hidden face finally lifted his hood, revealing a large face covered in scars.

He has a fierce temperament, with an inch of hair, and on a hot day, he wraps his hands around and shrinks under a light and breathable robe.

"Wang! Barking! Woo~! ”

The sound of the dog barking came from under the robes, as if to guide something.

"Crutz Rosals, that's it... Your stand-in? ”

Zquero had a strange look in his eyes, and he made no secret of his curiosity.

"Ah, that's right."

Crutz looks fierce, but when he laughs, this fierce temperament is completely destroyed.

The gentle smile, the kind eyes, and the hoarse voice with magnetism form a strong contrast with when you don't smile.

"This guy is not suitable for gangsters!"

As soon as he spoke, Zquero came to such a conclusion.

But this is only the first impression, and the human mind is unpredictable, and Zqueiro does not dare to make up his mind.

He has come into contact with many characters, and this kind of ruthless and kind-hearted character may just be a disguise.

When he arrived at the sea, Krutz did not need to hide, he simply took off his robe, revealing his tall body.

He was wearing only a sleeveless vest and carrying a backpack, like a mercenary, his muscles showed a full streamline, but not bloated, with magazines and guns hanging from his body, and a dagger on his thighs.

On their feet were brand new boots, and when they first stepped onto the deck, Sharay and Zquero could clearly hear the sound of the sturdy soles colliding with the deck.

It's unbelievable that this guy can hide such a strong contraband under a light robe.

Zquero contrasted himself and immediately felt the gap between the two sides.

Perhaps, this is called professionalism.

What's even more crucial and striking is that what he is holding in his hands is his own stand-in.

A dog!

A black hairless three-headed puppy without a lower body!

The dog was not as strong as Crutz, but very thin and almost skinny.

The front legs were on Crutz's arms, and the two heads next to him were eyes closed, ears drooping, and they looked unenergetic.

And the dog's head in the middle, scarlet and ferocious, canine teeth exposed, black nose constantly twitching and stirring, ears erect, plus skinny appearance, hideous and terrifying, it feels like it came from hell.

"The hellhound!"

Crutz put his double down, and the three puppies with no lower body on their front legs were on the ground, and the lower half of their bodies were in a kind of cloud-like curly strip.

"Keep tracking."

"Wow!"

Zquero exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"It's the first time I've seen a double in this form, Mr. Crutz, yours is a very chic."

"Smack!"

Shara'i slapped Zquero on the back of the head, and his face darkened:

"Zquero, don't talk about other people's stand-ins without permission, Krutz is a helper I hired, and there may be opportunities to continue to cooperate in the future."

"Saray !!"

Zikero roared angrily, raised his fist, and made a gesture to strike.

"You know, I hate it when people pat me on the head!"

"To borrow a phrase you often say, I don't even know where the end of the universe is, how can I know this?"

Sharay shrugged, his face indifferent.

Zquero's nostrils dilated, and he punched Shara's face.

"Alright, two gentlemen, it's time to catch up with them, don't make a fuss, please be ready for battle."

Crutz didn't care so much, relying on the advantage of his physical strength to grasp Zcairro's fist.