16:15 minutes.

A full twenty minutes have passed since the official formation of the Anti-Diablo Alliance.

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

And the first task before them is:

"Gotta get a big car quickly."

Bugarati said very seriously.

At this moment, Apaki was driving, Li Qing was firmly in the passenger seat, and he, along with Giorno, Naranga, Fuge, and Misda, were crowded into the back seat of the sedan that was originally scheduled to only sit for three people.

Although his resolute and tough face had been squeezed into a big funny on the window glass, Bugarati's tone was still calm:

"This car can't fit the seven of us."

"With our current state of being crowded like canned sardines, if we encounter an enemy attack, I am afraid that we will not even be able to fight back."

"Apaki."

After expounding his thoughts, Bugarati ordered directly to Apaki:

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

"I hid a seven-seater SUV in the underground garage of that mall, which was just right for us to use as transportation."

"Huh?"

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

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

"If you stop to pick up the car, you might be caught up by the killer."

"You're talking light!"

Fugar's head was stuck under Giorno and Naranga's arms, squeezing so hard that he couldn't even breathe.

He scolded and yelled:

"Bald, why did you occupy the co-pilot alone."

"If you think it's okay, you can sit in the back and squeeze and watch!"

"No, that's impossible."

Li Qing justifiably defended his "privilege".

He turned his head to look at the fashionable clothes on Fu Ge and the others, and said in a very strange tone:

"Look at you guys with holes, crop tops, bare chests, and tights..."

"Even if I, Li Qing, die, die outside, and jump out of this car, I will definitely not huddle with you scantily clad muscular men."

"You know what!"

"It's fashion, fashion understands?"

Milan, the capital of fashion, is in Italy, and as a trendy young man among the Italians, Fogg doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with his avant-garde dress.

"Alright, alright..."

Giorno spoke up to stop the pointless quarrel:

"It's a tough road, and we really need a good car."

"But..."

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

Based on the lifestyle he is accustomed to, he makes a good suggestion:

"There are so many cars on the street, just 'borrow' one and use it - with the ability I've cultivated over the years, 'borrowing' a car won't take much time."

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

Bugarati struggled to adjust his posture with his face against the glass:

"In that car, there were also 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, and those underworld bigwigs usually seem to have infinite scenery, but they may one day fall into a desperate situation such as vendetta and organizational infighting.

For the sake of their own safety, they often prepare a few back roads for themselves in advance.

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

"Originally, it was just an unintentional insurance."

"I didn't expect them to come in handy."

Bugarati sighed with a little emotion:

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

"In addition to the countless peripheral thugs and street gangsters who can act as eyeliners, the Passion organization has also set up a 'science and technology intelligence group' with advanced scientific and technological strength and can monitor the entire territory of Italy."

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

"Everything is under the watchful eye of the organization."

"If it weren't for those fake documents and fake license plates as cover, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to get out of Naples and our whereabouts would be exposed."

"I see."

Li Qing understood Bugarati's meaning.

Indeed, in modern warfare, it has always been the case that intelligence has not been used.

If there is no way to hide their tracks under the supervision of the organization, then they can only remain in a passive state of the enemy and the enemy.

So, Li Qing immediately agreed to this plan.

Apaki then turned around, drove the car to the underground garage of the mall, and found a remote alley to stop.

"Misda."

Bugarati suddenly called out Misda's name.

This rookie, who inexplicably provoked Diablo for inexplicable reasons, and finally joined the team inexplicably, didn't talk much along the way, and didn't have a chance to speak.

And...

His current 'teammates' have either robbed him, beaten him, or kidnapped him...

Huddled with this group of guys turned enemies into friends was indeed a bit awkward for Misda.

Therefore, when he heard Bugarati deliberately calling himself, he was still slightly stunned: "What? ”

"Please."

Bugarati pulled out a car key from his bosom 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?"

Misda subconsciously took the key, but subconsciously felt that something was wrong:

"Just, just let me go alone?"

"That's right."

Bugarati replied:

"This mall has always been the object of protection of the Passion organization, and there are many minions from the periphery of the organization who live nearby."

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

"But Misda is different, the boss has just learned your name."

"In just ten minutes, it's definitely not enough for them to find out your information, find your photos, and then fax them to every peripheral minions."

"So, among us, only your physical characteristics are not mastered by the enemy."

"I see."

Misda nodded, with a slight excitement in her voice:

Yes, after being forced to be the target of the organization's hunt, he was not only not nervous and afraid, but even a little excited.

Because Misda was just an idle gangster, he had never seen the real darkness at all, and he didn't know the horrors of the Passion Organization.

For Misda...

Break your peaceful life, get involved in a supernatural crisis, awaken your superpowers, get into trouble with the underworld, meet powerful companions, and embark on a journey of escape...

What bad luck is this?

This is basically getting the script of the protagonist!

At this moment, Misda's heart is full of yearning for the future.

"Leave it to me."

After being entrusted with the "heavy responsibility" by Bugalati, he even forgot the small embarrassment that happened between himself and his teammates:

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

With that, Misda tightened her grip on the car keys and pushed the door open to walk out of the alley.

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

And the "teammates" in the car seemed to think that he couldn't hear anymore, so they immediately whispered behind his back:

"Bugarati!"

The first to be uncontrollable was Fogg:

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

"That guy is just a little gangster who has just awakened as a stand-in, and taking him with him will only hold us back!"

The sound was not loud or small, but it happened to be heard by Misda, who had not yet gone far.

He couldn't help but stop.

And the "whispers" of the teammates continue:

"I don't think so."

Apaki said in a serious tone:

"I absolutely agree with Misda's enthusiasm and quality."

"However, he is still too immature. He had no idea what we were up against, and he lacked enough combat experience. ”

"Indeed."

Li Qing didn't pay attention to listen to Misda's footsteps, so he also made up for it in the back:

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

"He still doesn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and I feel like this guy is here to 'play a game' than I am."

"I know..."

"The danger of confronting the organization should not be borne by him alone."

Bugalati sighed softly:

"That's why I came here."

"There were disguise tools in that car, a large amount of cash, improvised equipment to make ID photos, and fake documents and passports that could be used by attaching photos."

"Get these things, and we'll be able to help Misda get out of the country."