When Polunarev was young, he was once forced to lick an unspeakable place.

It's a bit sad to say, after the series of brutal battles in Egypt, only Joseph and Jotaro are the only people in the world who know about it.

They are not big mouths, and of course they will not take out the troubles of their old comrades-in-arms and talk nonsense everywhere.

Now that the man on the other end of the line could tell the story so quickly, it was clear that he was Polunarev's long-missed best friend, the reliable and powerful warrior, Jotaro Kujo.

"Jotaro..."

Polunarev's voice trembled a little.

During the years he was trapped, he fantasized countless times about reconnecting with his best friends.

And now Jotaro's voice is really in his ears now, but his heart is full of emotion, and he is full of emotion.

"Polunarev."

Jotaro recognized the odds from his best friend's complex, deep voice.

Unlike the tough guy on the surface, Polunarev is actually an optimistic, cheerful and humorous guy in his impression.

Such a man can always keep a smile on his face.

Even when he was about to sink an undersea submarine, he could joke with his companions about "seeing the underwear" without changing his face.

If even Polunarev can't laugh, then he must be in a very dangerous situation.

In fact, about half an hour ago, when Jotaro landed at Rome International Airport, he had already realized that Polunarev was not in a good situation.

Because when the phone couldn't be dialed continuously in the morning, with a good mentality of making a thug for nothing if he didn't try in vain, Li Qing once asked Thomas to leave a message in his voicemail.

In the message, Li Qing told Jotaro that "his old friend is in trouble and urgently needs him to rush to Rome for support."

Luckily, by the time he heard the message, Jotaro himself had already arrived at the airport on the outskirts of Rome.

Unfortunately, at the time, Thomas habitually used the technology group's network to make calls, rather than the cell phones commonly used by ordinary people.

By the time Jotaro received the message and wanted to call back to ask, the tech team's network had been paralyzed by Diablo's attack.

For a while, the phone could not be called back, and the message became an extremely dangerous headless signal.

And when Jotaro wanted to contact Polunarev directly "himself", Diablo was also busy playing this race of life and death - whether he was dead or alive in this last fight, he didn't bring that phone at all, and he was not ready to continue to role-play in front of Jotaro.

That's it....

Polunarev suddenly disappeared from Jotaro's world.

Jotaro had no choice but to rush from the airport to Rome as soon as possible, while trying to mobilize resources to urgently search for Polunarev's whereabouts at the moment.

Finally, after entering the center of Rome, he received this sudden call.

Now hearing the complicated and indescribable voice of his best friend, Jotaro's long-locked brow squeezed deeper:

"Polunarev, what's the situation?"

There was a brief silence.

Then there was a long sigh: "This... It's hard to put into words. ”

Polunarev knew that now might not be the time for him to catch up with his old friends.

In his cognition, Jotaro should still be on the other side of the world at this time - even if he can answer the phone, he can't help himself for the time being.

And the confirmation of Jotaro's identity directly confirms the reliability of Giorno and Misda's statement:

Diablo, know exactly where they are.

This terrifying man could be nearby at any moment, bringing them an irresistible despair.

"Jotaro."

Polunarev sighed deeply.

He glanced gratefully at the two strange young men, Giorno and Misda.

Then, in order to reach his best friend more clearly with his last voice, Polunarev poked his head out of the guardrail on the second floor and yelled loudly into the mobile phone in Misda's hand on the first floor:

"If I die today, please come to Yidaili to avenge me!"

"The person who killed me was Diablo, and his stand-in ability is Time Cut!"

“......”

This time it was Jotaro's turn to be silent.

Then, in the extremely quiet air, his voice slowly came out.

The voice was so calm, as if Polunarev's "last words" had not touched him in any way.

But somehow, everyone present could hear it very clearly, and under that calm calm, there seemed to be a terrifying extreme anger suppressed:

"I'm in Rome right now, and I'm in the city center."

"Polunarev, tell me where you are now?"

"Huh?"

This answer was obviously quite unexpected.

Polunarev was like a poor sour scholar who suddenly walked shit and relied on the middle of the year when he was in his last years, first his expression was so dull that he couldn't react, and then he suddenly fell into ecstasy:

"You, you... You're in Rome? ”

"That's great! Jotaro, I'm at the Colosseum in the heart of the city! ”

"The Colosseum... I understand. ”

Jotaro's answer was succinct and direct:

"Please hold on a little longer, I'll be there in a moment."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to hang up the phone.

Jotaro didn't say any useless words of comfort, but his calm voice was the best reassurance in itself.

Polunarev's death-minded heart finally calmed down.

Giorno and Misda are equally aware that the scales are tipping in their favor.

And Diablo, who is hiding in the shadows, his angular cheeks have become paler than those of East Asian male stars who have been greased and powdered:

"What the hell... He's already in the city center..."

"Soon, soon?"

"A minute? Three minutes? Five minutes? ”

"Damn, the guy who doesn't have a sense of time is damned, how long is 'right now'! Give me an accurate number! ”

Layers of cold sweat oozed from Diablo's forehead.

Although he knew that Jotaro was coming, he never made a plan to deal with Jotaro from the beginning - his plan was just to grab the worm arrow before Jotaro arrived, and that's it.

Because Diablo knew in his heart that he might not be able to beat this guy.

Jotaro's name has long been known to the world in the Tao.

Most people just think that this is just an ethereal legend, and some frogs at the bottom of the well even have an inexplicable contempt for the so-called "invincible man".

But Diablo stands tall and sees far, and as a high position, he can obtain more detailed information and understand Jotaro more deeply:

Judging from the various information that can be gathered, Jotaro's stand-in Platinum Star has a monster-level performance that surpasses the Crimson King in terms of strength, speed, and other basic abilities.

And the bug ability of time stop seems to be better than the time reduction of the Crimson King.

"If I let that man get to the scene, it will be difficult for me to grab the arrow again."

"Damn..."

Diablo gritted his teeth like a rabid dog cornered.

He stared at Polunarev hidden behind the stone pillar on the second floor with red eyes, his eyes full of madness and bloodlust:

"Hurry up... Hurry up! ”

Diablo was able to endure not making a move until now, in order to eavesdrop on the use of the worm arrow.

But Polunarev tossed a series of moths to whet his appetite, but he did not tell the most important information.

It's a very frustrating thing indeed.

And at this time...

Just as Diablo was looking forward to what was going on, Misda asked the question for Diablo:

"Hey, hey... Uncle with a broom head? ”

Misda looked up at Polunarev with some impatience, and gave the other party a nickname very impolitely:

"Now that the call has been made, you should finally trust us, right?"

"My companions are still scattered outside, Diablo may appear at any time, you don't waste any more time!"

"Hmm..."

Polunarev nodded.

He had completely dispelled his suspicions about these two young people at this moment, and there was even a faint gratitude in his eyes:

"Sorry, please forgive me for being overly cautious."

"Giorno, Misda, what you say is indeed credible."

"In that case..."

As he spoke, Polunarev raised the worm arrow in his hand.

Late at night, the lights inside the Colosseum were extremely dim, and the view was greatly obstructed.

But even so, everyone present could still vaguely see the straight and straight wooden arrow shaft of the insect arrow, and the gorgeous arrow carved with a three-dimensional golden beetle.

Under the dim light, this insect arrow, which is said to contain mysterious powers, seems even more mysterious.

Diablo's eyes were about to pop out when he saw it:

This is his last hope, the spiritual sustenance that will give him the confidence to continue to resist in a desperate situation.

"The use of this worm arrow..."

Polunarev's voice came slowly.

Diablo held his breath nervously and expectantly, pricking up his ears to listen.

And then...

I saw Porunarev clench the arrow tighter:

"I won't tell you yet."

"Huh?"

"Are you kidding?"

Misda's face fell, and even Giorno, whose expression had always been calm, changed slightly.

"Ahem..."

Polunarev's cheeks, which had gone through the vicissitudes of time, showed a little guilt:

"I'm sorry to say, but..."

"Since Jotaro is nearby, we won't need this arrow this time."

Breaking his word and getting fat is a little immoral in itself, but the more straightforward and embarrassing words Polunarev actually haven't said yet:

Li Qing and others, to put it bluntly, were desperate to find a spare tire when he couldn't contact Jotaro.

After all, he and Li Qing and others only met on the Internet, and it was only because they had the same enemy that they got together without choice.

Netizens who have known each other for a long time, and brothers who live and die together, do you still have to think about who to choose?

Not to mention, the Worm Arrow itself has enough power to change the world.

If he hadn't had no choice, how could he entrust this terrifying power to a group of strangers who didn't know the bottom of it?

And now that Jotaro is here, it won't even be long before he arrives on the battlefield.

To put it mildly...

The main owner is here, and Giorno and the others, who are spare tires, are useless.

Wait until you send the worm arrow to Jotaro and make a Platinum Star Town Requiem, are you still afraid that Diablo will not be cool?

"That is to say..."

"We're desperately leaving our companions behind and running here, and we're just here to make a phone call for you?"

After realizing the current situation, Misda's expression was a little unpleasant.

"Hmm... Well. ”

Polunarev blushed and muttered twice.

Facing the resentful gazes of the two teenagers downstairs, he had to be cheeky and say:

"Don't worry, Jotaro will be able to do it."

"As long as he shows up, our safety is guaranteed."

"So, how to use this arrow.... Ahem, I'm not going to say it just to be on the safe side. ”

"Bastard—"

The ground exploded with a thunderous roar.

After waiting for so long, and in the end, it turned out to be a "no below".

Diablo is now like reading a book and is about to turn the next page, only to find that the author is suddenly possessed by a pigeon and picks on the irritable reader.

In the midst of endless resentment, he killed in a rage:

"The Crimson King!"

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