Colosseum.

This ancient building stands silently in the night.

The circular façade that has stood through the years outlines a classical and elegant appearance under the background of lighting.

Everything was so peaceful, like every night in the past countless years.

But at this moment, in the Colosseum, which had been closed and cleared, in a place where the lights could not shine...

A silver-haired man in a wheelchair was listening intently to everything around him.

His gaze was resolute, perceptive, and vigilant, and there was an indescribable determination in him, like a Roman gladiator who had fought bloody battles in the Colosseum.

Even though he lost his legs and was trapped alone, he from France did not choose to surrender to reality.

He never gave up resistance, gave up hope.

This is Jane Pierre Polunareve.

He kept the power of the evil by his side secretly and safely, and only a rebel who dared to fight Diablo head-on could inherit this hope.

And now, after so many years of waiting, Polunarev is finally about to see the dawn of victory.

"Li Qing, Giorno, Bugarati..."

He clutched the arrow with the beetle pattern tightly, and his eyes were full of solemnity:

"You guys, will you be the one I'm waiting for?"

Polunarev muttered to himself.

At that moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the dimly lit and silent Colosseum.

"Here we are."

Polunarev followed the footsteps and looked out.

One blonde, one black, and two teenagers appeared in Polunarev's sight with serious expressions.

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In front of the Colosseum, Diablo's heart was pounding.

Now that the rice guys are eyeing him, the SPW consortium is eyeing him, and Jotaro Kujo is eyeing him, the "killed" Polunarev is suddenly "resurrected", and Li Qing and others have attacked half of the organization all the way.

There is no doubt that Diablo has been cornered.

In this case, his main task has changed from killing Li Qing to eliminate the traitor, and unwittingly becoming capturing the worm arrow and obtaining the so-called "power that can change the world" in Polunarev's mouth.

There is no way, kill Li Qing and Kujo Jotaro, the enemy he is facing now is too strong for him to resist.

Only with crushing power can Diablo change this terrible situation.

At this moment, that arrow was where his hope was.

"Porunarev, are you in here now?"

"What a surprise..."

"The rat that was not cleaned up before would reappear in front of me with such a 'gift'."

Diablo looked at the Colosseum in the darkness in front of him, his eyes full of anticipation.

He took a slow step, ready to "renew the edge" with Polunarev before everyone else.

And at this moment...

A car sped down the road in the distance, and a flick of the tail brake slammed across the side of the road.

Giorno and Misda got out of the car side by side and ran towards the Colosseum at a high speed.

"Are you already here?"

"It's all to blame on those stupid and troublesome cops who wasted so much of my time..."

Diablo's face froze instantly, but quickly returned to normal:

In fact, because the remnants of the pro-guard team had very little combat strength, he didn't expect those remnants to be able to stop Li Qing and the others from the beginning.

There were one or two fish that slipped through the net, and the impact on his actions was not too great.

And, if you think about it, the appearance of Giorno and Misda may still be a good thing for him:

"Polunarev had previously said on the phone that he was no longer capable of fighting."

"In other words, all I'm dealing with now are two stinking imps and a waste man I've 'killed' once."

"The pressure on the battle is not too great, and the most important thing is that..."

"I might be able to use these two imps to help me figure out how to use that arrow from Porunarev's mouth."

Diablo made a quick decision in his mind.

Cornered, he urgently needs to gain more power, so he is a little irrational to take the arrow that suddenly appeared as his lifeline.

And now the arrow is in the Colosseum, but Diablo doesn't know how to use it:

After getting the arrow, should you insert yourself, poke the stand-in, or draw a magic circle on the ground and engage in a sacrificial ceremony?

He really wasn't sure.

After all, that arrow is a supernatural product beyond the scope of human cognition, and who knows what kind of moth can be made out of it.

If he doesn't know how to use it, and the use of this arrow happens to be very troublesome, then he will get the arrow for nothing.

But Polunarev is a tough guy, and it's clear that he will never take the initiative to tell Diablo the answer.

"In that case..."

"Then let me listen to it and let you tell the answer yourself."

Diablo gave up the idea of directly killing people and stealing goods.

He silently dived into the darkness, hiding among the ruins of the Colosseum without Giorno and Misda noticing.

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Giorno and Misda hurried into the Colosseum.

Unlike their hapless companions, who were targeted as soon as they stepped off the plane, the two of them were lucky not to run into an enemy.

The two quickly met after landing from the parachute jump, and borrowed a car from passers-by together, and they came to their destination safely and unimpeded.

Polunarev peeked out from behind the stone pillars on the second floor with a face full of caution.

He carefully examined the faces of Giorno and Misda, and compared them with the personal photos exchanged in advance, and temporarily confirmed the identities of the two of them:

"Giorno, Misda."

His gaze lingered back and forth between the two.

The expressions of the two of them were not unusual, and their faces were also consistent with the intelligence.

Although Giorno's young and green cheeks always reminded him of an uncomfortable fellow, Porunarev finally ignored the small anomaly and took the initiative to show his form:

"You're finally here."

He pushed his wheelchair one step closer, looking at Giorno and Misda condescendingly.

"Is that you?"

Giorno cautiously looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared from the shadows:

"You're the mysterious guy who contacted us to meet here?"

"That's right, it's me."

Polunarev nodded, and asked vigilantly:

"What about the others?"

"There should be 7 people in your team, why only 2 of them?"

"We were attacked in the city of Rome."

Giorno said with a serious expression:

"Diablo was informed of our itinerary in advance, and he shot down our helicopter halfway through."

"Attack?"

Polunarev couldn't help but clench the insect arrow in his hand a little tighter:

"How would Diablo know?"

"As you said before, didn't you already take control of the intelligence agencies of the Passion organization?"

Previously, he swore that he controlled the technology group, but now he suddenly said that the itinerary had been exposed in advance, and such a contradictory situation has to be suspicious.

Maybe the other party is Diablo's man at all.

They are just trying to create tension with lies and trick themselves into handing over the huge secret in their hands.

Polunarev couldn't help but think so cautiously.

He can't be blamed for his persecution paranoia - if he hadn't been so careful, he would have died long ago under the pervasive surveillance of the Passion Order.

"Can I still lie to you?"

In the face of Polunarev's questioning, before Giorno could speak, Misda couldn't help but let out a low voice.

Compared to Giorno, who always remained calm, Misda's performance was more anxious, but it was also more real:

"Right now, all five of our companions are trapped in the city, and their fate is uncertain."

"And the two of us left our companions behind and rushed here desperately to protect you, a stranger whose name would not be revealed from beginning to end."

"You suspect that there is something wrong with us, but we still suspect your identity!"

Misda said without flinching:

"Tell me, who the hell are you?"

"Is your claim that you can 'definitely defeat the power of Diablo'?"

"Now that we have no time to waste, please tell us everything you need to say as soon as possible!"

“.......”

Polunarev was silent for a while.

He saw a glimmer in Misda's anxious gaze, a look that only someone who truly cared about his companion could have.

If the other party is not an actor, then he should not be lying now.

"Well..."

"I'm Polunarev, a man who once fought Diablo."

Polunarev finally said his name:

"Of course, it doesn't matter who I am right now."

"What matters is this arrow, the arrow that will help you gain the crushing power to defeat Diablo once and for all."

As he spoke, he slowly raised the worm arrow in his hand, allowing Giorno and Misda to witness his sincerity.

"Good..."

In the shadows, Diablo clenched his fists tightly in excitement.

He didn't rush forward to kill people and grab arrows, he hid in the corner like a mouse and didn't say a word, for now.

And in Diablo's nervous and expectant gaze, Misda asked the question he wanted to ask the most:

"What are you going to do with this arrow?"

"How do you get the so-called crushing power?"

This question is undoubtedly the crux of the key.

And for Polunarev, who ventured out of hiding and exposed himself to the outside world, this secret was also the last bargaining chip in his hand.

"This..."

Polunarev clutched the worm arrow and was silent for a long time.

After all, the power that insect arrows can bring is terrifying.

If this power is put into the wrong hands, it can even lead to the destruction of the entire world.

And now, I have to admit that he can't fully trust the two young people in front of him.

"Before I tell this secret, I want to hear your explanations carefully."

In Diablo's extremely disappointed gaze, Polunarev took the topic to 108,000 miles away:

"Why didn't you contact Jotaro?"

"Explain the process carefully, and I will make a decision after listening."

This is the biggest doubt, and it is the hurdle that he can't get around in his heart.

At the beginning, Li Qing claimed that he had taken control of the science and technology group, and said that everyone did not need to bother to meet offline, and they could freely tell their secrets on the Internet.

Polunarev vigilantly chose to refuse, and what happened later proved that his caution was necessary:

Because now that the time has almost passed, Li Qing and the others have not even been able to get through a simple long-distance call.

So...

What Li Qing said before looked like a lie to trick him into telling the secret quickly.

And if the call doesn't go through, it's very likely that it is... They didn't dare to fight at all, and they didn't dare to let Jotaro find out what was wrong.

"Hey, hey..."

"What are you doing?"

Misda shouted impatiently.

Now that the fate of his lost companions is still uncertain, how can he be in the mood to be interrogated by a stranger here:

"We'll have to say the same thing a few times before you can hear it!"

"If you can't get through the phone, you can't get through, and you haven't been able to get through from morning to night—"

"Maybe people are already in arrears and shut down? Maybe you changed your number? Can you blame us for not getting through the phone! ”

"Impossible."

Polunarev was not at all moved by Misda's words:

The grandson of a real estate tycoon will have his mobile phone shut down in arrears, which is simply a big joke.

The mobile phone is an important medium for him and Jotaro to communicate regularly about the archery search work, and Jotaro will definitely not change his mobile phone number easily.

"Damn... Why don't you believe it?! ”

Misda choked hard.

Polunarev's excessive caution was unbearable for him:

"Don't waste time... You don't believe it, do you? ”

"Okay—"

Misda took out her mobile phone from her arms with some impatience and dialed Jotaro Kujo's number cleanly:

"I'll make a call in front of you, can you see if you can get through?"

"Toot toot... Doodle... Toot toot..."

"Hello?"

The phone went through.

"It's through..."Misda and Giorno were slightly stunned.

"Through?" Polunarev looked surprised.

"That's it!" Diablo's expression, who was hiding in the shadows, changed suddenly.

In Diablona's pale face, which was like eating two catties of fermented organic fertilizer, Jotaro Kujo's calm and powerful voice came out of the speaker of the mobile phone: "Hey, who is it?" ”

"Jotaro... Is it Jotaro?! ”

Although he hadn't seen him for years, Polunarev heard the familiar voice for the first time.

After so many years of being trapped in a foreign country, he didn't know how much he wanted to hear this voice.

But under the pervasive surveillance of the Passion organization, Polunarev never dared to risk making that call; And now, Misda's impulsive behavior has helped him unexpectedly fulfill his wish.

"Porunarev?"

Jotaro also heard the voice of his old comrade-in-arms.

But before he could say anything, Polunarev had already restrained the excitement in his heart, and said with great caution:

"Wait... It's just that the voice doesn't make me believe it yet. ”

"If you want me to believe that this is the real Jotaro, and if you want me to tell the secret of the arrow, then you have to let him prove his identity!"

Years on the run have taught Porunarev the utmost caution.

Even the voices of his old comrades-in-arms failed to break through his defenses:

"Jotaro, if you're really Jotaro..."

"Then you can say something now that only we know!"

Polunarev yelled at the phone over there.

"This..."

Jotaro's voice was full of doubt.

After landing from the airport in Rome, he already realized that the situation was completely different from what he had imagined.

And the unexpected call from Polunarev from an unfamiliar number made him even more concerned.

But hearing Porunarev's urgent shout, Jotaro didn't have time to think about it.

After a short period of deliberation, he answered the question of his old comrade-in-arms cleanly:

"Something that only we know?"

"Hmm... If that's the case..."

"I remember when I fought with Granny Enya in Pakistan, Porunarev you used to lick the toilet..."

"Ahem!"

Polunarev coughed violently.

A youthful blush suddenly appeared on this resolute and serious face:

"No, don't go any further."

"I've been sure, you're the real thing."

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