"Mr. Dawn has disappeared!"
Mista climbed out of the car, but Dawn was nowhere to be seen. He grew anxious.
"Could it be that Mr. Dawn can't swim?!"
Giorno climbed out of the car too. Hearing that, he immediately took a deep breath and dove underwater, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find Dawn.
"Instead of worrying about someone else, you should think about what's going to happen to you, Mista!"
White Album stood on the frozen sea, glaring viciously at Mista.
"Golden Experience!"
"Muda muda muda muda muda muda!!!"
Giorno burst out of the water and unleashed a flurry of blows, shouting with rousing vigor. White Album was sent flying.
But when Giorno finished his barrage and looked down, he saw that one of his hands had been ravaged by the low temperature and shattered into countless ice crystals.
"Mista! Get to shore and retrieve the tape. I'll hold him off!"
Giorno used Golden Experience to restore his hand and shouted anxiously.
"Rather than do that, I'd prefer to take him out. That way, we'll both make it out safely."
Mista said solemnly, "Giorno, can your Golden Experience still work?"
Giorno didn't waste time answering. He punched the hood, and it turned into vines that grew wildly.
"Using your Stand ability right in front of me? You must really look down on me!"
White Album punched the surface of the sea. Ice crystals instantly covered the vines. In temperatures this low, only a few cold-resistant weeds could grow.
"That's enough!"
Mista pulled up the weeds and pressed them together to form a skateboard, then rode along the icy path White Album had created toward shore.
"Mista, where are you going?"
Seeing this, White Album canceled the crystallization, and Mista immediately plunged into the water.
White Album closed in quickly. Mista fired several shots in a row, but they bounced off the thick ice armor. One bullet even ricocheted into Mista's chest.
"Quick, shoot the weeds floating on the water!"
Ice crystals had already frozen Giorno's lower body, leaving him unable to move his arms or legs to help Mista. He could only shout a warning.
Mista didn't know why, but he immediately shot at the weeds floating on the water. After a few shots, one weed flew up into the air.
Seeing this, Giorno immediately deactivated Golden Experience.
The weed turned back into a car part: a screw.
Mista understood at once. He fired at the screw again and again until it sank into the ice armor on White Album's forehead.
"Useless, useless, useless!!!"
White Album roared, "Mista, you're all going to die here today!"
"Not necessarily."
The last bullet fired. The sound of ice crystals shattering rang out, and White Album was knocked backward into the sea.
Mista struggled up onto the shore and looked toward the lion statue. If he destroyed it, he could get the item they'd come for: the tape arranged by the Boss.
Then they could hide somewhere and maybe escape, eventually reuniting with Bucciarati.
Of course, maybe he wouldn't get away and would die at White Album's hands, turning into a pile of ice crystals.
But... if he ran away, Giorno would definitely be killed, wouldn't he?
Mista didn't hesitate any longer. He turned and jumped into the sea, looking toward White Album struggling on the seabed.
A stream of bubbles rose from the back of White Album's neck. So that was it. A fully enclosed ice suit had to have breathing holes. He'd been right.
When White Album surfaced, Mista shot at the fish in the water. White Album lowered his head in confusion, and, seizing the opportunity, Sex Pistols altered the bullet's trajectory. It hit the breathing hole dead on!
Clang—
The sound of something bouncing back rang out again and again.
Mista froze. What was going on? Why hadn't the attack hit?
Giorno's expression changed. That sound was...?!
"Get out of the way, Mista! That's the sound of bullets bouncing back!"
White Album stared at Mista and taunted him.
"You thought you could shoot me through my breathing hole and kill me, Mista?"
"Ultra-low temperatures freeze everything, even the air! These invisible mirrors stopped your bullets. Now, here they come!"
"What?!"
The bullets that had been bouncing back suddenly shot toward Mista. Caught off guard, he was struck in the left chest. The bullet nearly pierced his heart.
High above, Dawn watched the fight in silence, frowning.
"This doesn't look good, Mista."
Dawn pressed down on Metal Dragon's head and moved closer, ready to intervene at any moment.
Fortunately, what happened next didn't stray too far from the original story. As Giorno injured himself, the splattering blood let Mista see the path of the transparent ice crystals' reflections, giving him a chance to defeat his opponent.
The two fought all the way to shore. White Album let his guard down for a moment, and a spike on a streetlight pierced the back of his neck. Mista instantly went berserk. Ignoring Sex Pistols' pleas, he raised his gun and fired wildly.
Though the ricocheting bullets riddled him with holes, Mista gritted his teeth and held on, firing his final bullet.
Pfft!
The spike pierced the back of White Album's neck. A great deal of blood welled up, but he froze it with his ability, stopping the spike from doing any further damage.
"Mista, you're out of bullets, aren't you?"
White Album grinned viciously. The sound of bullets bouncing back rang through the air again and again, like death itself was urging them on.
Bang!
A ricocheted bullet pierced Mista's skull. Just as his body was about to fall, Giorno caught him.
"Golden Experience."
Giorno quietly activated his ability. The bullet hole in Mista's forehead healed. Thanks to Golden Experience's timely intervention, Mista didn't die on the spot.
Roar!!!
The dragon in the sky let out a mighty cry and swooped down. Its enormous jaws clamped down on White Album, and the spark plug deep in its throat flashed as a blazing pillar of fire burst out.
Ghiaccio screamed in terror. The ice crystals covering his body melted, and he turned to charcoal on the spot.
White Album, deceased!
Giorno, who hadn't gotten to finish his "Muda," felt as if he'd been forced to stop just as he was about to take off. But he didn't dwell on it and instead said, almost unconsciously,
"Mr. Dawn?"
Dawn rode the dragon as it hovered in midair, looking down at the two of them. He showed no awkwardness about stealing the kill, and instead tossed them a satellite phone.
"If you change your mind, contact me anytime, Giorno. You know what I mean."
With that, the dragon gave another mighty cry and flew into the distant clouds. Its shape gradually faded from view and disappeared.
Next came the iconic scene: while Giorno treated Mista's injuries, the two of them began making suggestive movements on a lounge chair.
"Ah~"
Mista's blissful moan caught the attention of Narancia, who had come to pick them up in his little plane. Narancia froze on the spot, watching everything unfold in disbelief.
Narancia shrank back, a little afraid they might silence him. The two of them usually seemed so proper—how could they do something so morally depraved in broad daylight?
"Could Giorno be getting forced into it? But Giorno doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd just let himself be pushed around. Ah~ Is it a bad idea to interrupt them now?"
Narancia's thoughts ran wild. He let the little boat drift freely, planning to show himself once it was all over.
Giorno and Mista had no idea that, in Narancia's mind, their images had already undergone a complete transformation.
The kind that couldn't be undone.
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