Meanwhile.

After some hard searching, Bugarati and his party, who remained on the ground, finally borrowed an SUV suitable for a seven-person team nearby.

At this time, Li Qing had already disappeared into the sky in a helicopter.

Although the time was short, according to the flight speed shown by the helicopter before, they and Li Qing were at least four or five kilometers apart.

There was no way, Bugarati and the others had to hurry up and drive at a gallop, tracking in the direction where Li Qing had just disappeared.

The car drove through the fungal death field, and its path was full of rotting, festering, twisted, monstrous corpses.

The air was dead and heavy, and everyone who was hurrying in this death Jedi couldn't help but look gloomy.

However, soon...

"Got a living?"

Looking at the survivors who appeared outside the window, and the rapidly fading green fungus blanket on their bodies, Misda couldn't help but cry out excitedly:

"It's Li Qing, Li Qing defeated that scumbag!"

It is impossible for the fungus to disappear for no reason, and the occurrence of this situation can only show that Li Qing has completed his mission without expectations.

And he did.

Giorno breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and then said slowly in his usual calm and calm voice:

"Keep going, and remember to call his name in the car later."

"Li Qing's hearing is extremely acute, and with full exertion, he can even distinguish the sound of everyone chatting from a distance of thousands of meters."

"As long as the distance is roughly close, he can find us by sound."

"Understood!"

Misda laughed and stepped on the accelerator and accelerated in the direction the helicopter was leaving.

Everything went smoothly.

They only need to drive a few more kilometers to join up with Li Qing, who has already won.

However, it wasn't long before the car was about to board a road bridge...

Boom!

There was a thud from the bottom of the car with the sound of a tire explosion.

The car moving at high speed suddenly skewed and quickly crashed into the side of the road.

Misda hurriedly applied the brakes and steadied the steering wheel, but there was nothing he could do to stop the car from losing control.

Eventually, the car crashed headlong into a street tree on the side of the road.

Thankfully, all six people in the car habitually fastened their seatbelts when they got into the car, so their heads didn't explode like the airbags in the front seats.

"Hey, hey... How do you drive? ”

Fugg's temper flares up in fright.

"How can you blame me..."Misda patted his dizzy head: "It's this car that blew up on its own!" ”

"Stop arguing."

Bugarati's tone was very solemn.

He stared out the window and said word by word, "It's a stand-in attack."

It was so quick to figure out that this was not an ordinary accident but a stand-in attack, not because Bugarati noticed any subtle clues, but because...

The enemy simply did not hide his tracks.

The humanoid double, dressed in a black cloak and a wide-brimmed hat, looked like he had stepped out of the theatrical stage, standing so clearly out the window.

It stared at Bugarati through the shattered window, not attacking or moving.

"This is..."

Giorno and Misda were still confused, but Fogg, Naranga, and Apaki all uttered the name of the stand-in in surprise: "Black Sabbath!" ”

Black Sabbath, a stand-in for Polpo, the local cadre of the organization in Naples.

Polpo is the veteran leader of the Bugarati squad and the censor for the core members of the Passion organization.

Therefore, Bugarati and others are very familiar with this stand-in called "Black Sabbath".

And just when everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of the Black Sabbath, a deafening roar of engines sounded on the road across the bridge.

Everyone followed the prestige and saw a Humvee SUV coming from the bridge in a menacing manner.

The SUV was clearly modified, with tires alone measuring a little five metres tall, and its cabin was tall, wide and sturdy, so large that one doubtfully could fit an elephant inside.

At first glance, it looks like a tank coming in front of you.

"Mr. Porpo..."

"He's here himself?"

Bugarati immediately recognized the car as Porpo's exclusive car, the only one of its kind in the world.

Because Porpo is a big fat man who is nearly three meters tall and weighs more than half a ton, except for this modified giant off-road vehicle, there is no car on the market that can fit him.

(Actually, trucks and vans can fit Porpo, but as a gangster with a face on the road, no little brother dares to use such a cheap thing to carry him.) ）

"Bugarati."

The giant Hummer came to a slow stop.

Polpo, who was sitting in the vast carriage, shook down the glass, revealing his fat and bloated but imposing face through the shadows:

"You've let me down so much."

He looked at Bugalati with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Bugarati knew that this regret was not crocodile's tears, but Porpo's true thoughts.

Because, Polpo is really treating Bugarati as a confidant.

He has great trust in Bugalati, not only does he rely on him in his daily gang affairs, but even the small treasury set up by the organization behind his back is entrusted to Bugalati for safekeeping.

"I'm sorry."

"I have betrayed your trust."

Bugarati sighed slightly, but there was no trace of remorse in his eyes:

"However, it was the choice I made and I believe it was the right one..."

"You don't have to tell me that."

Polpo sat in the car and looked at Bugarati from afar:

"I didn't expect this to happen."

"Bugalati, you've been different from us gangsters from the beginning."

"Even though his hands are covered in blood, he is still as weak as those rotten good people, or... Hehe... Kindness? ”

He smiled mockingly, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

Looking at such eyes, Bugarati also knew that a vicious battle would inevitably follow.

Remembering his past friendships, he finally said, "Offended, Mr. Porpo." ”

"Wait."

Porpo, on the other hand, had no intention of doing anything.

His stand-in, Black Sabbath, still stood silently in the shadows of the roadside, and he himself had not a weapon, but a cell phone:

"Bugalati, make no mistake, I have no intention of fighting you."

"It's a shame to say, but you should understand that I'm actually a very life-loving guy."

"If it weren't for the sudden death order from the boss, let me come here to stop you... Seriously... I even want to turn a blind eye and get you tricky guys out of Naples as soon as possible. ”

Polpo casually pressed his mobile phone to make a call, and said to Bugarati in a playful tone:

"So, I hope you can cooperate."

"I will not fight you, nor will I take your life."

"And the only thing you have to do is to cooperate with me to complete the boss's urgent task and stay here honestly for ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?"

Bugarati frowned tightly:

It is clear that the urgent task given to Polpo by Diablo is not to clear the portal, but to delay them.

Why did Diablo do this?

And also... How could Porpo be so accurate here, was their whereabouts revealed?

These two questions are difficult to answer separately, but when they are connected, they can be quickly figured out:

"This bridge is the only way to the area where the helicopter disappeared."

"Polpo will be waiting here in advance because he... No... It was because Diablo saw the helicopter carrying Li Qing. ”

"He knew that Li Qing and we were separated, and he also guessed that we were going to join Li Qing, so he urgently sent Polpo to guard this key point."

"So..."

Thinking of this, Bugara couldn't help but have a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead:

Polpo was responsible for delaying them and preventing them from joining Li Qing.

So, what about Diablo, which is hidden behind?

What did he want to do when he suddenly gave such an order to Polpo?

The answer is self-explanatory.

"Li Qing is in danger!"

"Diablo is likely to take advantage of Li Qing's solitude to make a personal move!"

Bugarati speaks to this extremely frightening possibility.

Everyone was shocked, and Giorno did not hesitate to summon the golden experience, staring at Porpo angrily:

"Polpo, right..."

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

"Tsk... What a terrible look. ”

Polpo looked at Giorno's resolute and cold expression, and smiled in an unhurried tone:

"Although he is very young, he already has the posture of a strong man."

"So... You, and Bugarati them... Since you have challenged the organization, you must already have the consciousness of 'sacrifice', right? ”

"Consciousness of sacrifice?"

The young and vigorous Misda immediately shouted:

"Nonsense! We've all come here, are we still afraid of death? ”

Misda shouted enthusiastically, but Bugarati on the side felt a tingling of his scalp.

Because he knew Porpo too well, and Porpo knew him too well.

Bugarati knew that Porpo could do anything as long as he could achieve his goal.

Really...

"Huh."

"When I say 'enlightenment,' I don't mean sacrificing one's own consciousness, but sacrificing the consciousness of others."

Polpo sneered and pressed the speaker of the mobile phone, and said meaningfully to Bugarati:

"Bugarati, I've heard..."

"You have a good relationship with those old guys on the street?"

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PS: There have been a lot of things in the past two days, and the state of coming back at night to "catch up with homework" is also very poor.

Let's send a chapter first.,The second one is later.,Or just make up for the third update tomorrow.。