Soon after.

Somewhere in Naples, Diablo dialed a phone with a cold look:

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

"Take a trip to the Sergerita neighborhood on the coast of the port of Palermo and blow up that place."

"Yes, boss!"

"Our demolition team is guaranteed to complete the mission!"

"But, boss, can you tell me what the specific mission goal is?"

"Didn't I say it, the Sergerita neighborhood of the port of Palermo."

"And then?"

"Which street, which building, in the Segerita neighborhood is targeted for this mission?"

"No, idiot!"

Diablo's voice was faintly out of shape.

He tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and shouted in that oppressive voice:

"Don't make me say it a third time - I don't want you to blow up a building, it's a block, it's a whole block!"

"Get me all the explosives I can use and raze the whole neighborhood to the ground!"

“.......”

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

"Blow up, blow up an entire block?"

"Boss, isn't this too much... If things get bigger, you won't be able to suppress it! ”

"I think..."

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

"I don't care what you think, today, today I'm going to see the news of that neighborhood disappearing completely on the headlines of the evening news!"

The little brother of the demolition team didn't have time to say anything, and Diablo had already hung up the phone in annoyance.

He clutched his mobile phone tightly, and a lingering killing intent appeared in his yellow and green evil pupils:

"Damn... It's so damning! ”

"Melancholy Blues.... Why is there such a terrible stand-in in the world! ”

Melancholy blues, only two elements of time and place are needed to restore the past.

And Diablo's most disgusting and sensitive thing is that someone can probe his past.

The thought of having a stand-in for Melancholy Blues makes Diablo feel like a little girl with a skirt that is too short, and wherever she goes, she feels like someone is sneaking her eyes on her private parts.

And what's worse...

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

He looked like he had died on some kind of killer virus, and there happened to be a stand-in messenger in Bugarati's squad who could release the killer virus.

Diablo later couldn't help but call Bugarati directly to inquire about the situation, but no one answered.

By all indications, Apaki is likely, no, the entire Bugarati squad is seriously suspected of betraying the organization.

"Apaki... Li Qing..."

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

"If they do come together..."

"Even if I could erase all the traces of my presence in the harbor of Palermo in the morning, I would certainly not be able to erase all the traces of my past, present and future. Certain... They will definitely find the loophole! ”

Of course... Putting these aside, Diablo cares most about the simple and heavy word "fate":

"What a coincidence... Is it really that coincidental? ”

"In just one day, a cockroach appeared that could only know my stand-in ability and not die, and then a bed bug appeared that could spy on other people's past."

His face stiffened as he calculated the enemy's inexplicably swollen combat power:

"And Bugarati, Phogue, Naranga... The one who dared to call and humiliate me... And the blonde imp who once appeared with Li Qing on Mount Vesuvius. ”

"The power over there is getting bigger and bigger!"

"And the man who brought them together..."

"It's me Diablo!"

Diablo felt like a fly that had fallen into a spider's web, and the harder he struggled, the tighter he became entangled in it:

"If I hadn't seen that damn stone, I wouldn't have been careful enough to use the power of the lower organizations."

"If I don't use the power of the lower-level organization, it will be impossible for Bugarati and them to meet Li Qing."

"Fate, is this fate?"

Although he didn't know the real result of Bugarati and the others going to hunt down Li Qing, he had already instinctively sensed that the next situation might be extremely bad.

"Damn!!"

"Damn fate, is it really not on my side?"

Diablo, who was entangled in fear and anger, wanted to rush to Li Qing now and solve this big problem together.

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

After all...

The ability to melancholy blues is just too much trouble.

If he makes a rash move without the certainty of victory, then his true face will be directly exposed to the other party because of his recklessness.

In this way, the enemy can directly replay the battle footage, and even spend time looking for traces of his past.

"Calm down..."

"Observing the situation first and then calmly judging is the right thing to do."

Diablo tried his best to adjust his mentality, but he unconsciously clutched the sturdy Nokia into a shocking crack in his hand.

And just when the hapless phone was about to be scrapped, a sudden ringing of the phone saved it in time.

"Hey, hey?"

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

There was a lot of excitement, excitement, and joy in this voice, but there was no respect and awe for Diablo, the powerful boss:

"Boss, it's the boss, right?"

"I've noticed your order!"

"It's a long way to go, and time is a bit tight..."

"But in order to help my dear boss solve the problem, Saiko and I still worked tirelessly to drive the helicopter..."

"Hahahaha..."

The voice grew more and more disgusting:

"How's it going, boss?"

"For the sake of my Jokrat's loyalty, this time you can let me let go of my hands and kill, right?"

“.......”

Diablo was silent for a while:

Jokrat, one of his personal guards.

It is no exaggeration to say that this guy is the most capable "business" in his personal guard.

However, Joe Colat is a bloodthirsty maniac with a penchant for homicidalism, and a biotrash that Diablo, the "crumb boss", despises.

Diablo at least kills for a purpose, while Chokrat kills just for fun.

It's certainly a good thing that dogs can bite.

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

"Damn! Why is this mad dog running here..."

Diablo thought unhappily in his heart:

"It's a densely populated city."

"If you let this mad dog out and bite someone casually, I don't know how much effort I have to spend to wipe his ass afterwards!"

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

"Jokrat, you are not needed here."

"Where are you going back and forth..."

"Wait..."

Diablo was about to drive away Joe Kerat, who was bent on running over and killing, when he suddenly changed his mind in the middle of his words:

He even blew up the port area of Palermo in order to hide his tracks...

It doesn't seem like much to destroy another Naples.

"You'd better stay."

Diablo commanded in a very dangerous tone.

"Oh?" The voice on the other end of the phone was so excited that it almost distorted: "Can you let go of the killing?" ”

"Yes."

There are more lice and he is not afraid of bites, Diablo simply released this mad dog.

"Exactly..."

Misda, Apaki, Bugarati, Fogg, Naranga, Li Qing, unknown blonde imp...

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