Risotto looked at his subordinates. They all gave him gazes of approval and trust. Risotto suddenly felt the same way his older brother had felt about him when he was a child on Sicily.
That sense of kinship fermented among his subordinates. He was the godfather of this group of subordinates, and he was about to lead these traitors in playing a Requiem of resistance.
Not good at expressing himself, he was speechless and couldn't stir their emotions like a politician giving a speech. He could only say, "I'll wait for your good news."
— — — —
"There are four girls in total here. We'll split up. The girl's name is Trish Una," Bucciarati read. "Fugo, Narancia, you two go find her and bring her parents with her."
"Otherwise, who knows what kind of chaos the Assassination Team will cause."
"Bucciarati," Narancia shouted, "Four isn't enough to split among us. We are five people, it's definitely not enough. Even I can do the math."
Narancia's pupils looked upwards, his mouth slightly open, diligently calculating, muttering, "It's four divided by five..."
Bucciarati sighed and shook his head, then said, "That's why I assigned Fugo to you."
"Trish Donna will be sought by Mr. Pericolo."
"Trish Toneca will be sought by Mr. Carrodino, Mr. Pericolo's subordinate."
"As for the last one, Trish Una," Bucciarati paused, then said, "She will be sought by me, Abbacchio, and Giorno."
— — — —
I've noticed many readers want to draw illustrations for the novel. Just private message me. If the drawings are good, I'll include them in the novel.
Everyone's imaginations are truly vast. In this book, there's only one transmigrator, the protagonist; there are no reborn characters, and no sister.
Also, can official information be called a spoiler? This is public intelligence.
The Una
"Trish Donnaro, Formaggio, you must be clear; don't get the name wrong. The address has already been given to you."
Melone said earnestly.
"Ghiaccio, don't be too impulsive. You and Illuso go together. Remember, Trish Donna."
"You're so noisy, Melone," Ghiaccio said, annoyed.
"Prosciutto, it's Trish Toneca. Mista and Johnson, the person you're looking for has a photo, and her name is Trish Una."
Melone said, then turned the computer around. Johnson Joffrey's gaze fell upon it, slightly surprised.
She had pink hair, curled and piled on her head, and a pair of green eyes gazing into the void. This was a very standard ID photo of a little girl who looked five or six years old, but it stated she was 13.
This photo must have been taken when she was in elementary school.
Johnson Joffrey and the Assassination Team had already captured several young girls and finally found Trish Una. Trish Una was the boss's daughter, and he specifically asked me to capture her, and my teammate was Mista. Couldn't I just manipulate things behind the scenes?
He had a rather risky idea: to hand Trish over to Bucciarati, let him bring her before the boss, and fully expose the boss's true identity.
After all, he needed Moody Blues to find the boss's true identity, find Polnareff, and find the arrow.
But this was too dangerous, because unlike the original, Giorno was too young, and Bucciarati didn't have such deep feelings for Trish. To let things unfold exactly as they did originally was truly dangerous.
He still needed to think of a solution, such as directly telling Bucciarati the boss's true identity.
The final battle of the anime "golden wind" was, in essence, a race for the arrow, because King Crimson was simply too difficult to defeat.
Time deletion and Epitaph simply had no chance of winning, so they had to get the arrow. But because of Johnson Joffrey's intervention, what should have been a smooth process was completely altered. This transmigrator had turned everything upside down, and people's mindsets changed every moment.
This was most evident in Mista; although he still had his personality and was the best tank on the field, his combat experience was clearly not as good as before.
For example, the current Giorno, if not for the Babyface battle, might not have even thought he could reattach severed limbs.
If he couldn't get the arrow—
Then he could only call Kujo Jotaro.
This was also an important reason why Johnson Joffrey had always been reluctant to ask Kujo Jotaro for help. Once Jotaro intervened, coupled with his spoilers, the chances of defeating Diavolo's King Crimson would be very high.
But!
Johnson Joffrey will never get the arrow!
All ambitions built upon the arrow will vanish! Because in the end, the arrow will surely fall into Kujo Jotaro's hands, to be handed over to SPW for research.
Then wouldn't I have worked for nothing?!
The arrow! That is where my ambition and desires lie!
Once I get the arrow, then the Emperor will be me, Johnson Joffrey.
This is my true goal.
Regardless of family ties or companions, his objective is the arrow; the one who caused this rebellion and chaos is Johnson Joffrey.
Everything is within his plan.
The only thing not in his plan is what Jotaro mentioned: Heaven's Whisper in the black market's dark web.
That book should be my notes; if it's another transmigrator, then why isn't he looking for me? There's only one reason he isn't looking for me, and that's my long-held suspicion—