The story never develops as Johnson Joffrey expects; it is always full of twists and turns, making him understand that accomplishing something is not easy. He is used to this and does not rely on plot armor, but rather starts to find solutions to problems instead of simply using so-called 'halos.'
"Don't cut off communications!" Polnareff on the other side shouted loudly. It turned out that because Melone's technique was so good, Polnareff almost missed him due to being unable to track him.
"I know! You're also looking for Diavolo, aren't you?"
Everyone was startled upon hearing the name Diavolo. Risotto raised his hand, signaling everyone to remain silent, then whispered to the mysterious person online, "Who are you?"
"Who I am isn't important. Anyway, I'm just a useless person with no power left."
"Here, I can only offer you one thing, something that will give you hope."
"How can we trust you?" Risotto said indifferently.
"Diavolo's King Crimson's ability can erase time," the mysterious person on the internet casually revealed Diavolo's ability.
"How does he know?!" Trish said in surprise. "He can't be one of Diavolo's subordinates, because any subordinate who knows his ability, appearance, and name would surely be killed!"
"Trish, don't speak for now," Risotto signaled, then continued to the other party, "You're still not credible to us. First, tell me how you know his ability."
"I fought him several years ago and escaped death. To him, I am already a dead man. I cannot easily contact the outside world, only through this line, this line I've been monitoring, to find people who share my hatred."
"I see, so the first time, was it because I completely erased our traces that he couldn't find him?" Melone said, pondering carefully.
"In these several years, I haven't given up on defeating him for a single day. Finally, three years ago, I discovered the only way to defeat his Time Erase."
Everyone was greatly astonished, watching the mysterious person from the internet say, "One of you must have seen this."
The blue pulsating interface suddenly split open, and a familiar arrow appeared on the screen.
"This is... Polpo..."
"No, not that one," Johnson said calmly. "It's another arrow; there's more than one in this world."
"It seems you also know Diavolo's ability. It's already very impressive to have survived knowing his ability."
"Our next step is to go to Olbia to kill Diavolo," Johnson said, surprisingly frank about his objective.
"Olbia?"
"Yes, that's the place," Risotto said. "That's Diavolo's hometown. We're going to have our final battle with him there."
"Must he be killed there?" The other party hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Then I'll go there too and do my utmost."
"At the lookout point in Olbia Bay, I'll be waiting for you there."
Johnson and Risotto exchanged glances, nodded to each other, and then said to the person online, "Then please be careful."
The other party disconnected.
Silence filled the ward for a long moment, tension permeating the air. This was too unexpected and too sudden. Although they now understood Diavolo's ability, dealing with him easily was still impossible.
"This guy…" Risotto made up his mind and said, "He should be trustworthy."
A barely audible sigh of relief escaped in the ward. Everyone trusted Risotto's judgment.
"It's like heaven itself is helping us. If Giotto hadn't broken Melone's laptop, we wouldn't have been able to contact this heaven-sent savior," Mista said with a smile.
Risotto gazed at the laptop in silence for a moment, then said, "Regardless of whether there's a heaven-sent savior or not, we must be prepared for sacrifice."
"This is the path we chose."
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The wind in Olbia was always gentle, carrying a slightly salty, fishy smell. Whether it was the sun, the beach, or the white-capped waves on the sea, it always offered an incredibly refreshing experience.
As the plane descended, it plunged downwards, making it a little difficult to breathe. There was a jolt the moment it touched down.
"We finally landed smoothly," Melone exclaimed, "I feel like it's been a long time since I've had such a smooth flight."
Johnson didn't pay much attention to their banter; instead, he looked out the plane window.
"Giotto, have you sensed Diavolo?"
"Mm-hmm, we're less than fifty kilometers from him now."
"It's too easy for Babyface to find Diavolo, but right now we must first go to Olbia's harbor to find Polnareff. After getting the arrow, we'll use Babyface to track his whereabouts directly."
Johnson's plane stopped in a relatively remote location.
"Isn't this airport a bit too quiet?" Johnson suddenly asked.
"Yes, all the planes at the airport are parked."
"The airport is the city's hub; it can't be this quiet. Melone, immediately check the situation here. Is Olbia Airport shutting down?"
"Understood." Melone stared intently at the screen, and the situation displayed there surprised him: "Just ten minutes ago, a large-scale epidemic broke out at Olbia civilian airport? The crowd has been evacuated, and flights are temporarily suspended?!"
"This is an enemy Stand attack," Risotto immediately judged, "To attack an entire airport full of people?!"
"The entire city of Olbia has been sealed off," Melone said with a sigh.
"It looks like we've fallen into the enemy's trap."
A large-scale epidemic, completely disregarding innocent people… could it be… Cioccolata and Secco?
If it's those two, they are indeed difficult to deal with.
"Anyway, let's get off the plane and check first." Mista loaded bullets into his revolver.
"No!" Johnson stopped him, "This is already an enemy trap. Abbacchio, get us out of here quickly."
Abbacchio's Stand, Moody Blues, kept operating the plane, but it remained motionless.
"What on earth is going on, Abbacchio!" Bucciarati shouted.
"Damn it…" Abbacchio muttered, "The ground has turned into mud, and the plane is sinking…"
"What?!" How could… Bucciarati watched as the scenery outside the plane kept rising…
Johnson Joffrey calmly looked out the window. This was the ability of those scumbags, Cioccolata and Secco.
Secco could turn any object he touched into a swamp. If applied to the ground, it would make the plane sink, while Cioccolata's ability was to prioritize infecting living beings in lower positions with mold.