To reiterate, Stand battles are also battles of information.
To borrow the words of a certain immortal, life always has its ups and downs, but as long as one can see all the traps when facing the future and not fall into them, then life will not fail.
Although the phrase "not fall" itself is difficult to achieve, being able to know future difficulties makes overcoming them far simpler than being completely ignorant.
Squalo and Tiziano, their Stands weren't particularly powerful; they were merely highly covert when used together for assassination.
But knowing their existence, the moment Narancia was attacked and began babbling incoherently, everyone knew the two had arrived.
Clash's limitations were too great; it required water, and if Tiziano's tongue was cut off, he couldn't even escape.
Tiziano had always cooperated with Squalo to infiltrate others.
And the moment Narancia was attacked and his tongue injured, everyone else knew who the attacking enemies were.
Although Squalo and Tiziano hid themselves well and were difficult to spot in dense crowds, knowing their abilities and Stand types made it no difficult task to identify the two Stand users from the crowd.
Especially since…
They knew both of their names.
A Stand can only be perceived by another Stand user.
While this made Stand battles seem inexplicable to ordinary people, it had one advantage:
That is, the sounds emitted by a Stand can only be heard by a Stand user.
After limiting their flexibility by moving away from water and restricting him, Giorno used Gold Experience to call out their names in the crowd.
Although the two were very cautious and didn't respond, being suddenly called by name still startled them, and the most direct result was their breathing becoming rapid.
The moment their names were called, their breathing became rapid, which was within Narancia's detection range.
The next enemy at the airport was Carne, a name many might not remember.
But the name of the Stand he possessed was known to many.
The infamous Notorious B.I.G…
For this Stand, which had no abilities in its user's life but became incredibly powerful after death, Bucciarati Squad naturally wouldn't kill it, but instead directly controlled it.
Just like with Zucchero, Bucciarati's Sticky Fingers was very adept at restraint, easily disassembling Carne while ensuring he didn't die and also preventing him from committing suicide.
"Bucciarati, should we take him and throw him off the plane?"
While capturing Carne was simple and prevented him from committing suicide, how to deal with him became a very troublesome issue.
After all, this guy was like a bomb, and his harm was endless.
"No, let's take him. We'll wait for Fugo to come and figure out how to handle him."
Allowing an uncontrollable individual to wreak havoc on the world and ordinary people was something Bucciarati was unwilling to see.
In the original plot, he couldn't resolve that Stand, and now that he clearly could, it was impossible for him to actively cause harm to innocent people.
However, there's no need to worry about Takatsuki's ability.
Just remove the Stand from his body, and then it doesn't matter if the opponent is killed.
Joining the Passione organization, although not everyone deserves death, at least everyone is mentally prepared for death before fighting.
Everyone holds their own beliefs.
Although a bit frightening, Bucciarati still kept Carne inside the turtle and carried him along.
The others, upon arriving at Sardinia, began searching for the location in Trish's memory, shown in the photograph.
Perhaps it was because Mista disallowed it.
On the fourth day, perhaps because Mista disallowed it, they didn't encounter any attacks.
Of course, they also didn't find the location in the photo.
On the fifth day, the group finally found a location on a coast.
"We can finally uncover the Boss's true identity."
Bucciarati didn't know that the Boss had already been dealt with; he still followed the records left by the Boss, just as in the original plot, to find this place.
However, they didn't know that Diavolo had erased all traces of himself; even if they found Diavolo's true appearance, they wouldn't be able to find anything related to him.
"Although Fugo's records don't have information on pursuers, we still can't relax our vigilance. Narancia, Mista, primarily be on alert for the surroundings."
Bucciarati assigned tasks to everyone, but he didn't notice a sturdy man standing beside the mountain wall a few dozen meters away from them.
Or rather, it wasn't that he didn't notice, but that the opponent was as if invisible, completely blending with the mountain wall.
Reconnaissance?
Risotto frowned.
He naturally knew the identities of these people in front of him; or rather, he followed precisely because he knew.
However, he only knew the general abilities of the Stands of these people through Passione's intelligence.
Aerosmith, a Stand like a toy plane, but Risotto didn't know how he detected enemies.
But almost the next second, Narancia, with a radar appearing in front of his eyes, widened his eyes.
"This is bad! Bucciarati, there's someone around us!"
Narancia widened his eyes, but when he looked in that direction, he didn't see anyone.
"He's right there! But why!? There's nothing!"
Narancia widened his eyes, constantly looking at the radar and the mountain wall in front of him.
"Hey! Narancia, you didn't get the direction wrong, did you? There's nothing there."
Mista also rubbed his eyes hard but saw nothing.
"No! Narancia! Mista! Shoot at that position!"
Bucciarati decisively made a judgment; regardless of whether there was truly someone there, attacking that spot first was absolutely correct.
"Oh no! He moved! Don't even think about it... Whoa!"
Narancia suddenly saw the white dot on the radar start to move; just as he was about to say something, he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, along with a large number of iron needles.
"What is this! Narancia! Iron needles!? Where did they come from!"
The others also looked in surprise at what Narancia spat out; those things didn't look like they had been eaten at all.
"Pfft... He... He's... There..."
Narancia wanted to convey the information to the others, but the continuous gushing out iron needles in his windpipe made it impossible for him to complete a sentence.
Meanwhile, Risotto took this opportunity to continuously approach the group.