"You're right, splitting up will be more efficient. Our hope rests in your hands," Risotto mused for a moment, then said.
Giorno looked at Johnson, and after a moment of thought, he considered that if Johnson could make the energy of an object attacking his body disordered, then he could directly defeat Cioccolata. At least, defeating Cioccolata would be much easier than others, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it be better to let others retrieve the Arrow?
Giorno didn't distrust Johnson; in fact, he trusted him greatly. However, he was a thoughtful person by nature and would always ponder things multiple times.
People who couldn't immunize against Green Day were clearly difficult to deal with. It should be like Ghiaccio; since he could immunize, he should make the first move.
But that thought flashed through his mind and was quickly dismissed. "Why do I have a feeling that Johnson wants to get the item from the mysterious person's hand?"
"It must be a misconception," he thought. "No one knows who the mysterious person is, let alone what the item in his hand is. Besides, Giotto's ability on our side can also counter Green Day."
"It could even be a trap set by Diavolo to lure us in. Why would Johnson go?"
Reversed Hierophant, which nullifies the energy of an object attacking him, is simply too powerful.
"Didn't he think of that? Should I remind him? Or perhaps not; Johnson always has his own ideas."
Olbia's airport had completely lost its former bustle, with only scattered corpses here and there. These things were already enough to vex Giorno.
"Johnson doesn't know what the mysterious person holds. Our ability to contact the mysterious person was merely an accident," he thought.
"Then please be careful, Mr. Geoffrey," Bucciarati nodded to him. "If it's a trap, please contact us."
Johnson's immunity range was limited to only one object. While immunizing against Green Day, he would certainly be unable to immunize against other attacks.
"Go find a car," Bucciarati said. "There will definitely be keys on the corpses next to the cars."
"Alright."
Johnson Joffrey gave them a deep look, his crimson eyes hiding many things, carrying thoughts that were utterly unreadable, and he left without looking back.
Although Cioccolata and Secco were strong, they were nothing to the Assassination Team, so Johnson wasn't worried about them losing. However, for Johnson, they were the best assist.
Because while Cioccolata and Secco's abilities were not formidable opponents, dealing with them still required time, especially when they could contact Diavolo at any moment. Moreover, they were such scumbags, so despicable that the mere thought of breathing the same air as them made one feel nauseous.
Although Giorno assaulted passersby, damaged public property (hitting cars), and drove stolen cars with other people's luggage, he was still a man with a Golden Spirit. Cioccolata and Secco were scumbags he absolutely could not tolerate.
But Cioccolata and Secco indeed gave him a great opportunity to get the Arrow alone. Everyone was busy defeating Cioccolata, while he could seize the chance to get the Arrow.
It was only a matter of time before the Assassination Team and Bucciarati's Team defeated Cioccolata.
"You have to hold on, Cioccolata. At least let me get the Arrow before you die."
— — — —
Cioccolata smiled, looking down at all of Olbia from high above. The city had fallen into chaos. As Sardinia's largest port and transportation hub, its sea, land, and air routes were now completely sealed off because a large-scale epidemic had broken out in the city this morning.
Death accompanied the city, and the Grim Reaper gazed upon it.
"And I am that God!!" Cioccolata shouted loudly, then let out a few laughs.
To prevent the spread of the epidemic, the city had been completely isolated. The government couldn't find the source of the disease and would soon dispatch relevant departments to thoroughly kill the infected, using explosions, nuclear bombs, and various possible methods to eliminate the mold infection.
"It's useless, useless. This city will disappear from Sardinia forever, just like Chernobyl. Yes," Cioccolata said calmly, "there's a city called Chernobyl, which is still a ghost town due to nuclear contamination."
His binoculars searched the ground, looking for every corpse infected with mold. Their pained expressions and decaying bodies were Cioccolata's greatest pursuit in life.
He was such a scumbag.
"Before death, all are equal," Cioccolata said with a smile, then piloted the helicopter back to Olbia's airport. "That's enough. It's time to see Risotto's dying face."
"Secco must have filmed it all. If it's Risotto, I could watch it for half a year."
The helicopter's immense noise constantly assaulted his ears, but a feeling of joy filled his heart.
Through the binoculars, he could only see a small, round area, but within that confined space, Cioccolata also saw the person he least wanted to see.
"That guy… Risotto's nephew?"
In Cioccolata's circular field of vision, he saw Johnson Joffrey sprinting away from the airport, bending down to search for car keys on the bodies around a car, his movements natural and practiced.
"What's going on?" Cioccolata thought to himself, "Why wasn't this guy killed by the mold?"
Cioccolata frowned, then, while thinking, habitually raised one eyebrow, making him look comical with one high and one low.
His previous thought was that the BOSS wanted to use the Assassination Team and Bucciarati to get rid of him and Secco, but in Cioccolata's nearly thirty years of life, having killed countless people, he had never once considered his own death.
He started killing at a very young age. To him, it wasn't killing, but doing something great and ordinary. He learned many things from the human body, such as which part of the body to cut off so that a person wouldn't die.
These things were great yet ordinary, just like how an ordinary teenager might be curious about what lies beneath a girl's skirt. He was curious, what kind of existence lay beneath a person's thick belly?
Ah, why would people be so bored as to want to see what's under a girl's skirt, yet be uninterested in what exists inside a person's belly? Look at people, what a beautiful existence, how magical! Just a few tubes can produce such complex behaviors.
It's too wonderful.
His curiosity and thoughtfulness made him a person beloved by both teachers and classmates. He couldn't gain anything from the suffering of others; this was an instinctual existence, just like humans wanting to eat.
It was innate; he was a born villain, a born emotionless person.
Slowly, besides his uncontrollable curiosity, he began to show rare interest in certain things, such as—
Human pleas for mercy, human death throes, human expressions of pain.