Having found the location of the back gate, Bucciarati rushed into the school, then cautiously avoided the students.
Finally, he saw Johnson Joffrey and Mista's car on the playground.
The black van was driving recklessly, completely disregarding the students.
"Finally... I'm finally close to him..." Giorno murmured, gazing at Johnson Joffrey's back from afar.
"This time, we are destined to achieve ultimate victory," Bucciarati said, looking straight ahead at the backs of Johnson Joffrey and Mista. "This is also the closest we've ever been to them."
They had been tracking and brushing past each other for days; this encounter felt especially precious. Bucciarati knew this was their last chance.
The car screeched sharply. Johnson Joffrey looked at the car behind him in the rearview mirror, floored the accelerator and pulled the handbrake, then directly charged towards the back gate. Amidst scattering doors and a loud bang, Johnson Joffrey drove the car onto the main road.
"Fasten your seatbelt!" Johnson Joffrey roared at Trish.
Trish looked out the back window, completely unresponsive to what had happened today, as if she were dreaming. Fear and excitement coexisted; things had happened too quickly. She even wondered if the bespectacled old maid (Homeroom Teacher) would pull her ear in the next second to wake her up.
Mista cursed in Italian, then pulled out his revolver, ready to shoot.
"Let's get through here first," Johnson Joffrey said. "This is Academy Road; there are many students."
Mista put away his gun. Johnson Joffrey frowned slightly, recalling the city map he had only glanced at, continuously replaying it in his mind. His greatest strengths were memory and photographic recall, but unfortunately, his math wasn't very good. However, countless battles had made him grow rapidly.
He designed a shortcut for himself. The ear-splitting, sharp roar of the car sounded like a wild beast as it leaped forward, the car making a ninety-degree turn and entering a super shortcut.
"Johnson," Mista said somewhat fiercely, "Let's just go straight at them, one-on-one. I don't believe we'll lose."
"There are probably three of them, so our chances of winning aren't great, not to mention Trish could run away at any moment," Johnson Joffrey said calmly. "Since we've already picked up Trish, our mission is complete. Let's return to Melone and the captain's cafe."
"Once we rendezvous with them, then we'll have the advantage to make our move."
Mista looked at Johnson's profile. He wasn't good at thinking, and Johnson was always much smarter than him, so he also fell silent.
The two speeding cars completely disregarded traffic rules, rushing onto the sidewalk, bringing chaos and screams—
Trish was thrown back and forth, then pulled back by her seatbelt, feeling utterly nauseous.
"The reason they're escaping is likely because two people against us doesn't give them high odds of winning," Giorno analyzed decisively from the back seat. "Attack, Bucciarati, otherwise if he finds his companions, we won't have an advantage."
"Alright! Abbacchio, shoot, but without harming the crowd."
"Understood." Bucciarati's Team still possessed a conscience and naturally wouldn't use large-scale handheld cannons, only pistols.
"Wait a moment, Abbacchio," Giorno suddenly interjected.
Mista had been nervously watching the enemies behind them, then suddenly saw Abbacchio's outstretched hand, firing a shot at them.
"I was waiting for you to make your move!" Mista shouted, then simultaneously fired out the window, almost at the same time as them.
"Number 1, fly, bullet!"
"Bang bang!!"
Two violent gunshots caused the passing crowds to scream, and the city once again descended into chaos.
NO.1, driving a bullet, cut through the air as comfortably as swimming in water, maneuvering the bullet towards Abbacchio's bullet, but at the moment of impact—
Abbacchio's bullet instantly transformed into a sparrow. NO.1 was stunned, then grazed the sparrow's abdomen.
The sparrow didn't die but bounced to the roadside, dying, but in the next second, the same wound appeared on NO.1's body.
"Pfft—" Mista spat out a mouthful of blood and instinctively clutched his abdomen.
"What's wrong?!" Johnson Joffrey looked at Mista in surprise.
"Damn it," Mista said, his voice unclear, as he viciously held a mouthful of blood, "The bullet turned into a sparrow. It's Giorno!"
Johnson Joffrey inwardly thought it was bad. He had forgotten about this ability, which was rumored to have been eaten by Araki. It seemed Giorno possessed this ability. He guessed that Araki might have abandoned this setting in the manga because harming animals seemed too cruel and the ability was too overpowered.
However, this was not the manga now.
Reversed Hierophant appeared in the car, and Johnson Joffrey pulled out another shrunken kitten to treat Mista's wounds.
Johnson Joffrey was not a true medical professional, so treatment was quite inconvenient, and the injuries were too severe. One kitten couldn't fully heal them, leaving a wound that was neither too deep nor too shallow.
"Sorry, Mista, there's a stapler in the car. You can staple it yourself," Johnson Joffrey said.
Trish closed her eyes, not daring to look at the shocking wound on Mista's stomach. She thought to herself: use a stapler... are these guys devils?
Mista could only frantically staple himself to barely stop the bleeding.
·
"Mista is already injured," Giorno said calmly. "Don't hesitate. This time, tell them to stop the car directly."
"Is this your ability?!" Abbacchio asked in surprise.
With that, Gold Experience, golden-yellow and powerfully built, reappeared. Its appearance closely resembled Giorno, and every inch of its muscles displayed a radiant beauty.
"Muda Muda Muda Muda!!"
Gold Experience punched Abbacchio's revolver several times, then stroked the revolver with one hand and fired along with Abbacchio!
Giorno slightly narrowed his sharp, eagle-like blue eyes and said, "Find a way to get your bullets into their car!"
·
"Damn it!" Johnson Joffrey punched the steering wheel. "Shoot, Mista! Find a way to fix the bullets onto their car!"
Reversed Hierophant punched Mista's gun several times—
"Muda Muda Muda Muda!!"
Mista raised his pistol, exuding an unbeatable aura, and aimed at the car behind with one hand.
"Shoot!"
Giorno and Johnson, several meters apart in different cars, spoke the same words.
"Bang!!!!!"
Two bullets were fired simultaneously, producing only a single sharp gunshot, merging into one sound like interconnected bloodlines!
Two bullets grazed past each other, cutting through the air as if severing fate and blood ties, slicing through the line between life and death!
Giorno's bullet shattered the car's rear window, making the sound of breaking glass—
Johnson's bullet, manipulated by NO.2, was shot into the hood of their car—
"Reversed Hierophant!"
"Gold Experience!"
Reversed Hierophant slightly pulled the Reversed Hierophant string, and the car Giorno was in seemed to be tugged, instantly leaping into the air!
Gold Experience suddenly extended its right hand, its gaze firm and sharp, and the remotely controlled bullet suddenly transformed into a mass of giant kelp that fell into their car!
Giant kelp is the largest and fastest-reproducing organism in the world; with just a small amount of life energy, it can instantly grow to over a hundred meters long.
Trish watched this scene in disbelief; the giant kelp pressed down on them, and then Johnson made a turn, suddenly stopping the car, and summoned Reversed Hierophant to instantly smash the car.
Johnson Joffrey simultaneously pulled Trish and Mista, abandoning the car and fleeing.
At the same time, the Reversed Hierophant string was skillfully manipulated, causing Giorno and Bucciarati's car to soar into the air and crash heavily into the car Johnson had abandoned.
"Bang bang!!"
An explosion instantly erupted, and towering flames blazed fiercely.
"Sticky Fingers!"
"Whoosh whoosh—"
Simultaneously with the car explosion, there was also the sound of zippers being pulled by Bucciarati's Sticky Fingers—
The moment the car took flight, Bucciarati instantly unzipped the car, and they flew out of the car that was suspended in mid-air!
"Gold Experience!!"
The explosion was too widespread; the moment he was struck by the blast and the giant waves, Giorno pulled out his ladybug brooch, flung it into the air, and once again summoned Gold Experience to transform it into a large seashell, enclosing all three of them.
The seashell was almost completely destroyed and then flung out, sliding several meters away amidst the terrified screams of passersby!
Seeing the seashell flung out, Johnson Joffrey once again summoned Reversed Hierophant—
"Reversed Hierophant!"
A Stand interwoven with gold and yellow appeared, launching a barrage of attacks at the panicked pile of giant kelp—
"Muda Muda Muda Muda!!"
Then, it returned all the giant kelp's life force to Mista, and the wounds on Mista's body instantly healed—
"Reversed Hierophant: Life Force Return"
Johnson Joffrey pointed a finger at Giorno, who was emerging from the seashell, and said:
"Giorno Giovanna, your damage reflection is useless against me!"
Giorno, Abbacchio, and Bucciarati forcefully pushed open the damaged shell, frantically searching for Johnson Joffrey's location among the chaotic crowd.
"He's gone?!" Abbacchio shouted.
"No," Giorno gasped, the battle having drained him of immense physical and mental strength. "I can feel it, he's still here." Giorno lowered his head, looking at his own hand, then said, "He's injured; he can't have gone far."
"I'll go after him!"
With a strong sense of purpose, Giorno Giovanna's heart raced. They had been searching for too long – the Assassination Team!!
Giorno crawled out of the shell, leading Bucciarati and Abbacchio towards a certain direction in the crowd.
"Johnson, this won't do!" Mista, covered in blood, clapped Johnson Joffrey on the shoulder. "No matter where he goes, Giorno will find him. I'll hold them off!"
Then, Mista, who was still running, suddenly stopped.
"Even though I've only been with the Assassination Team for one day, don't let everyone's dreams be shattered here." Mista, unlike his usual jovial self, had an unusual seriousness about him. He then stopped gracefully behind Johnson.
"This is my dream too."
"All you can do is not forget me."
Johnson Joffrey looked at Mista, who was covered in blood.
"You're going to be a Boss someday too. Anyway, the freedom of this life of mine was given by you."
Johnson Joffrey was stunned.
I, Johnson Joffrey, have been transmigrated for four months, with the goal of returning home, utilizing everything I could. It was just a coincidence that I blew up the Prison and saved Mista in the process.
"Why would you do this for me?"
"Because I admire you greatly," Mista said with a smile, his mouth full of blood. "Now go!"
Johnson Joffrey stared at him in shock. Mista raised his gun and pointed it at him. "If you don't leave now, I'll shoot. This is called trust; you have to believe me."
Johnson Joffrey swallowed hard. If it were his usual self, he would have left immediately, but today, he actually hesitated.
Perhaps I will never be able to complete this mission of being the best villain in this life.
Because I have too many bonds.
Johnson Joffrey took a deep breath, then nodded vigorously.
Mista smiled, and then Johnson Joffrey, like a puppet, started to walk away.
Making the right choice while bearing a heavy yoke—
No peace ever.
Seeing Johnson Joffrey leave, Mista smiled again, and behind his back, where he couldn't see, he gave a thumbs up—
"Go, Johnson Joffrey!"
"You need to prove to the whole world that I didn't misjudge you."
Mista's words echoed behind Johnson Joffrey, and he suddenly stopped. Mista looked at his back in surprise.
He threw Trish to the ground, then turned to Mista and said, "If I really left, then you truly misjudged me."
"Listen to me, that would be too cowardly." Johnson walked up to Mista, poked his chest, and said, "Let's go, we're going back!"
"Damn it all!" Johnson Joffrey cursed in Chinese, leaving Mista dumbfounded.
Johnson Joffrey looked at the trembling Trish, made a chest movement, and pulled a string from her body.
"I ask you," Johnson Joffrey said calmly, "Where is your mother?! She's definitely not home. Bucciarati doesn't have your mother at all."
Though Trish was trembling all over, she still stared at him without a word.
"Bitch!" Mista cursed, pulling out his gun and pointing it at her, but Trish, with an unknown surge of courage, still said nothing as she stared at the dark muzzle.
Johnson Joffrey pushed Mista's gun away and picked up a palm-sized brick from the ground.
"If you don't speak, I'll shove this brick into your body."
Trish's emerald eyes glared at him, and though her teeth chattered, she remained silent—
"I'll make you speak, get that straight. We are great villains, after all."
Reversed Hierophant moved its fingers slightly, and the brick slipped from Johnson Joffrey's hand, flying into Trish's body.