Kill Dawn?

On the road to Venice station, Dawn still sat in the passenger seat.

The sky was beginning to lighten, and the surroundings were silent. The only sound was the wash of the sea.

Giorno drove quietly, occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror, alert for any enemies who might appear.

"Mr. Dawn."

Mista suddenly spoke.

"What is it, Mista? Aren't we almost at our destination?"

Dawn lit a cigarette and offered it to Giorno. Giorno shook his head and declined, so Dawn put it between his lips and began puffing away.

"Mr. Dawn, I'm afraid we can't travel together any longer."

Mista finally spoke up. "Bucciarati received an order from the Boss. He wants us to eliminate you."

Giorno glanced at Dawn while driving, seemingly waiting for his reaction.

"I don't want to kill you. You saved Bucciarati and me, so please leave this place when we reach Venice station. Change your name and go into hiding to avoid the people hunting you."

Mista looked at the revolver in his hand. Just then, a hand reached out toward him.

Dawn leaned over and clasped Mista's hand, smiling warmly. "You didn't kill me here. If this gets out, you and Bucciarati will both die."

Mista lowered his head. Of course he knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to kill Dawn.

"So, Mr. Dawn, please make sure you change your name..."

"Then let's kill the Boss."

Dawn cut him off.

"What?!"

Mista and Giorno stared at Dawn in shock.

Ever since the organization was founded, everyone who secretly investigated the Boss had died without a trace. Killing the Boss was out of the question.

It was pure fantasy. The Boss wasn't just one man; he also had a criminal organization spread across all of Italy.

Who knew how many Stand Users were secretly working for him? This would be no different from a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Dawn slowly took a drag on his cigarette. The flame flickering through the smoke made him look nothing like he was bluffing or joking.

"That's for later. For now..."

Dawn looked toward the car window, where a thick layer of frost had formed.

"We deal with the enemy right in front of us first."

A member of the Assassination Squad, Ghiaccio of White Album, was attacking.

A wave of extreme cold swept over them. A man covered in thick ice crouched on the roof of the car, pounding hard on the metal.

The cold spreading from his body seeped into the car, freezing Mista to his seat. Giorno tried to hit the brakes, only to find they had already frozen solid.

"You three split off from the squad to retrieve something important, didn't you? Answer me, Mista!"

Ghiaccio pounded the roof again. More cold poured in through the cracks, freezing even the cigarette in Dawn's hand into a lump of ice.

Roar—

A low growl from some unknown creature seemed to rumble through the heavy clouds overhead.

Covered in thick ice, Ghiaccio didn't hear the hair-raising sound. He only focused on freezing the three of them solid.

"Golden Experience!"

Giorno tried to use his ability to turn the car into an animal, but the temperature around them had already fallen to -20 degrees. No living creature could survive in such cold.

"Mista, shoot. The hot bullets can briefly counteract the cold."

Dawn was frozen too, but he didn't panic. Instead, he handed Mista a few bullets.

Mista understood at once. He quickly loaded them and fired five shots at the roof.

"Now, Giorno! I'll call it this time—Golden Experience!"

Dawn shouted. Giorno immediately activated his ability, and the bullets embedded in the ice turned into the roots of plants with extraordinary vitality, knocking Ghiaccio into the air.

"The danger's passed for the moment. Be careful. He'll come after us again."

"Mr. Dawn, you seem to know a lot about his ability."

Giorno focused on driving. Sure enough, Ghiaccio was closing in quickly, sliding along in his ice armor as if he were skiing.

Soon, Ghiaccio caught up to the car again. He threw open the trunk and grabbed Mista's arm from the back seat.

Mista had no time to react. Ice crystals spread over his arm, and it was on the verge of becoming useless.

"Damn it, we have to shake him off!"

Giorno steeled himself and said, "Hold on tight." Then he wrenched the steering wheel, smashed through the guardrail, and plunged into the sea.

"Mista, show me your resolve."

Dawn seized his chance and leaped out of the car. He performed a midair spin, and at the last possible second, a tiny dragon-shaped shadow coiled around him.

The shadow grew as it caught the wind, transforming into a long dragon. It carried Dawn into the clouds, twisting through the air until a metal dragon's head emerged, looking down on the battle.