March 28, 6 a.m., Venice.

Li Qing finally ushered in his third morning in this world.

The morning light gradually lit up the sky, and the blue sea was quietly covered with a dreamy golden veil.

Countless residents and tourists are busy shuttling through the ancient streets in the morning mist, and this world-famous ancient water city is gradually revealing its thousand-year-old prosperity after a night of silence.

But Li Qing and the others are certainly not interested in appreciating such excitement now.

This busy morning in Venice can only make them feel bad when they have just driven thousands of miles to the front of the train station on the main island of Venice:

"There are too many people."

Everyone frowned slightly.

There is a good chance that the railway station will become a battlefield, and the fewer innocent civilians near the battlefield the better.

Not to mention, using civilians as shields and relying on the sea of people to hide the ontology is even more of a specialty of the stand-in messengers in the organization.

Every passerby passing by in front of him is likely to attack himself in the next second.

And, what's worse:

Just when the time was close to 6 o'clock in the forecast, when Li Qing and others urgently needed the intelligence support of the science and technology team, the various surveillance cameras in the train station also played their traditional skills in the camera industry - they usually shoot clearly, but they will break down at the critical moment.

Clearly, this was intentional.

The Venice railway station is now out of the scrutiny of the science team.

Li Qing and the others naturally didn't know who had entered the train station during this time, and what the other party had arranged in the train station.

"The other party obviously knows that the technology team is now on our side, and it should be Diablo's people."

"Breach of surveillance, presumably to set up the so-called 'treasure clue' without us detecting it, or..."

Bugarati habitually analyzed the intentions of the enemy:

"Set a trap for us."

Diablo's past is too mysterious, and no one knows if he has other hidden powers.

If he still has a stand-in under his command, then this time the Venetian treasure is likely to be a trap for them.

"In that case..."

Li Qing took the initiative to stand up:

"Just let me go in and explore the way alone."

"You're alone?"

Jotaro and Polunarev couldn't help but look sideways slightly:

At such a time, it is not wise to break away from the large army and act alone.

"yes, just let me in alone."

"You two may not know me yet, and the last thing I'm afraid of is 'playing with my life'."

Li Qing smiled quite confidently.

He immediately turned on the data mode, and the muscles cast in steel and iron tensed in an instant, and his hands suddenly clenched into a pair of hard fists like diamonds.

Just holding it out of thin air, it even provoked two faint air tremors.

"This power..."

"It's not human at all."

A flash of surprise flashed in Jotaro and Polunarev's eyes:

If it weren't for the fact that Li Qing was sunbathing unscathed now, they would all have to wonder if this guy in front of him was a clean vampire remnant.

Or... This bald man has also practiced ripples?

The others had long been accustomed to Li Qing's superhuman performance.

Even if Li Qing said that his ability was not actually a stand-in ability, but a mysterious Dragon Kingdom Kung Fu, they reluctantly believed it.

It doesn't matter how the ability comes from, it's easy to use.

Li Qing will not be injured or disabled, and has the ability to move up to 300 meters, so he is really the best candidate to be a pathfinder.

Just like the last time in the pig farm, if Li Qing hadn't explored the way first, they would all have to be ambushed by the enemy.

It's the same this time.

A swarm of bees can indeed take care of each other, but there is also a risk of being killed by the enemy.

"In that case..."

Everyone quickly agreed to Li Qing's plan:

"We're waiting for you outside in the parking lot, always on your phone to stay connected."

"If something happens, you should use your power to come out quickly."

Li Qing nodded.

He then dialed Giorno's number and put the phone in his jacket pocket.

"I'm in."

Following the crowd of people, Li Qing walked into the train station.

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Station, waiting hall.

Two hurried figures walked quickly in the crowd.

The man at the head is tall and straight, with a resolute and handsome appearance, wearing a decent double-breasted suit and short mature blonde hair.

He walked hurriedly, but there was no trace of impatience in his purple pupils.

The gaze was as calm as water, and the man's temperament was as calm and deep as a rock.

"Brother Proschute..."

"Haven't the others come yet?"

Another member of the group cautiously called out the name of the leader.

This follower actually has a tall and straight figure, and at the same time, he has a big waist and a full face, and he has the talent to be a hooligan bully at first glance.

However, at this moment, following Proschute, he always nervously shrunk his neck, bent over, and even unconsciously played with his fingers that he didn't know where to put them.

This cowering posture, combined with his straight neck as thick as a corn cob, and green hair like a cabbage gang, is even more comical.

"Bessie."

Prosius glanced at his little brother with some dissatisfaction:

"I've already said it."

"Boss, they will only arrive later, and now we can only rely on the two of us."

The assassination team was already scattered in the north and south of the world to carry out the mission, and it was only in the middle of the night last night that it was temporarily decided to march to Venice, and it was certainly not easy to get all the troops together at dawn today.

Therefore, seeing that the time was about to reach 6 o'clock, the only members who could arrive at the scene were Prosiut and Bercy, who were originally close to Venice.

"Just, the two of us?"

Bessie swallowed in dismay.

This rookie, who has just entered the assassination team for less than two months, obviously does not have the calmness of his eldest brother.

In fact, he is now not as good as an ordinary mafia member:

"You're scared."

"Your heart is running away, so your eyes have no power."

"Bessie..."

Proschute's eyes were as sharp as a blade:

"You can't fight like that."

"If you want to escape, it's too late—I won't stop you."

"I..."

Bessie's face turned blue and red.

He had a thick neck, and the fat on his chin trembled slightly with excitement.

And under the pressure of this big brother Proschute, in the fierce psychological struggle, Bessie's final decision was:

"I—I'm going to stay."

"Big brother is here, and I'm going to be here too."

"Good..."

"I want to see you grow, Bessie."

Proschute's gaze quietly softened:

Although this little brother is a little weaker in will, he has at least one of the most important qualities as a companion: affection.

Only such a person can be trusted and become a comrade-in-arms entrusted with his back.

Even if this comrade-in-arms is still a little too tender now.

"Ugh..."

"Bessie is still too immature now."

"If he can spend two more years cultivating, he may be able to become a strong man with infinite potential."

Prosius thought with regret in his heart.

It is indeed a bit reluctant to let a rookie who has just joined the team for two months participate in such a life-and-death battle.

But now that the arrow has to be sent, he can only entrust his trust in the immature Bessie.

"That's fine."

"Let's concentrate on finding 'clues'."

Prosiut quickly discarded these useless distractions.

He began to concentrate on the seemingly ordinary waiting hall, looking for the so-called "treasure clues" left in the last words.

But the last words only roughly said that there would be clues about the treasure at the Venice train station, but did not say what the clues were or where they would appear.

Prosiut glanced at it roughly, but the result was unsatisfactory.

"It's 6 o'clock."

"What exactly is that clue?"

"Could it be that this last word was really just a rebel prank, and the boss himself was not dead at all?"

Prosius could not help but have such doubts.

However, at this moment...

At the door of the waiting hall, a familiar figure suddenly appeared.

It's a bit reluctant to say familiar, because they haven't seen it before.

But that guy has been urgently hunted down by the organization since yesterday, and was later revoked by the organization's upper echelons on the grounds that he was "killed", and then the fact that he was not dead was revealed by a boss's last words.

He is Li Qing, the "star" that the whole organization is paying attention to.

"Li Qing is not dead!"

"That last word is true!"

Proschut's eyes were full of sharpness:

Li Qing's appearance says it all.

The previous announcement of the revocation of the wanted notice was fake, and since Li Qing was able to use his boss's account to make such an announcement, it means that he has indeed controlled the organization from behind the scenes.

That invincible and mysterious boss is probably really dead.

Thinking of this, Proschute subconsciously clenched his fists.

He immediately observed the environment in the waiting hall, and then issued an order at the first time:

"Bessie."

"Go get all the ice cubes in that breakfast room, and destroy everything you can't hold in one go."

"Fighting... I'm afraid it's about to start. ”

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