The Mad Duo

A few minutes ago.

A helicopter sped in from outside Naples.

"Attention S-76 private helicopter pilots, warning ahead, you have entered a no-fly zone."

"Military air traffic control is in effect in the airspace ahead. Please return to base immediately."

"Air traffic control?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I really don't know."

As Jokulrat piloted the helicopter toward Naples, he replied over the radio in an extremely mild and harmless tone:

"My boss sent me here. Please forgive me, I will be leaving soon."

After a brief exchange, the radio communication ended.

That refined and gentle demeanor vanished from Jokulrat in an instant, replaced by a twisted and malevolent murderous intent:

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Should I return to base?"

He covered his chest muscles, which were exposed by the cutouts in his trendy clothes, and his grass-green braids laughed wildly while his body trembled violently.

"Idiot! The 'amusement park' is practically in front of us, how could I possibly leave at a time like this!"

"Air traffic control. Heh."

"You won't have time to think about this kind of thing for long! Hahahaha."

Jokulrat smiled sickly, his smile showing no reverence whatsoever for the world's leading imperial navy.

He was a complete mad killer.

He never considers the consequences as long as he can kill people to his heart's content.

He infiltrated a nursing home at the age of 14, posing as a volunteer. He gradually drove the elderly to their deaths by secretly changing their medications, diets, and using verbal hypnosis.

As an adult, Jokulrat became a doctor and deliberately diagnosed healthy people as patients, luring them into hospitalization. During the treatment, he used various means to kill these innocent people one by one.

Later, he joined the Passion Organization and gained powerful Stand abilities, making his murderous urges even more uncontrollable.

"Secco!!"

Jokulrat turned his head, revealing a twisted, ecstatic smile:

"Do you know the whereabouts of those traitors?"

"Not yet."

The young man, dressed in a diving-style "bodysuit," also wore an expression of barely suppressed excitement.

His name was Secco, and he used to be a patient of Jokulrat.

Although Jokulrat was not a psychiatrist, Secco was clearly mentally ill.

He and Jokulrat, who shared a penchant for murder and was highly skilled in his profession, hit it off immediately, and he willingly served Jokulrat's purposes, becoming Jokulrat's assistant—or rather, his pet.

"Jokulrat."

Secco stared wide-eyed, her tone as loyal as a dog trying to please its owner:

"The exact whereabouts of those traitors are still unknown."

"The latest news is that they may have been in a nearby shopping mall a few minutes ago."

"Yeah?"

Jokulrat grinned menacingly:

"We must complete the task the boss assigned us properly. If we still don't know their exact whereabouts..."

"Hahaha, then I'll just have to kill them all!"

"Dear Boss"

"These are all sacrifices made for you— your Green Day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a humanoid stand-in, with an unusual green color and covered in green and white mold, appeared around Jokulrat.

As soon as this humanoid substitute appeared, countless fungal spores, invisible to the naked eye, spread from its body.

These deadly fungal spores drifted out of the helicopter cabin on the wind, like an invisible downpour, splashing down on the bustling streets.

Soon, the fungus parasitized the first batch of hosts.

Their unintentional actions exacerbated the growth of the fungus, causing the green fungal carpet to spread across their bodies at a visible rate.

"Aaaaaaah!!"

A heart-wrenching wail soon echoed from the ground.

The fungus gnawed away the hands, feet, chest, abdomen, and internal organs of those pedestrians.

The hosts died in an irreversible state, their bodies rotting and decaying, and their moldy corpses became a nutrient-rich breeding ground for fungal growth.

With the help of air currents, an ever-growing number of fungal spores rose from the corpses and rapidly expanded to more distant and wider areas.

And so, a few minutes passed.

This area, spanning several kilometers, has been completely transformed into a living hell.

Hundreds of people are dying in agony from the invasion of this green fungus, while the perpetrators are taking photos and videos from helicopters in the sky.

"Secco, did you take the pictures? Did you take pictures of everything?"

"This is the first time we've ever had this much fun in a big city. We absolutely can't miss these rare moments!"

This was also one of Jokulrat's hobbies:

They would film and preserve the victim's death during the murder, to enjoy later.

"It's on the camera!"

"They filmed how those guys were desperately trying to save their lives!"

Secco gripped the camera, his face beaming with excitement.

"Ooh ooh ooh".

"Very good, very...!"

Jokulrat reached out and excitedly rubbed Secco's head.

He rubbed his head with excessive force, as if he were turning beads.

But Secco was used to it.

He didn't feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, he let out a comfortable and satisfied hum, behaving like a house dog enjoying its owner's petting.

However, at this moment

"Huh?"

Secco's eyes widened as she peered intently down from the helicopter:

"There's a car driving towards us on the road below!"

Directly below the helicopter was the epicenter of the fungal outbreak, now a desolate wasteland devoid of any living beings.

And now suddenly a car is driving straight this way, which is obviously...

"Those traitors?!"

Jokulrat's pupils contracted:

"I see."

"They've already figured out how to delay the fungal outbreak, and they're still actively coming to cause me trouble?"

As he said this, there was a hint of apprehension in Jokulrat's voice.

He was just a murderer who used underhanded methods to torture and kill civilians, never a brave and fearless warrior.

Li Qing's impressive record of losing several generals in his Royal Guard since the morning was indeed not to be underestimated.

"Secco".

After a moment's thought, Jokulrat looked at Secco and said:

"Get down now."

"Eliminate all those traitors!"

"Call me after they're all dead."

"Good!"

Secco nodded without hesitation.

Jokulrat was responsible for spreading poison from a distance, Secco responsible for close-quarters combat; this was a tactic they were used to.

Soon, the helicopter door was pulled open completely.

The strange man, Secco, dressed in a grass-green "bodysuit," leaped out of the sky, more than a hundred meters high, with his arms clasped together and his head down, like a high diver.

A few kilometers away, on the rooftop of a tall building.

Diavolo held his binoculars, gazing into the distance at the death zone shrouded in a faint green toxic mist, and at the helicopter that had been hovering in the sky for so long.

After learning that Jokulrat was about to take action, he began to find a position to observe his movements.

Because Jokulrat has a strong ability to "taunt".

Even if he couldn't kill Li Qing and his group, he could definitely force Li Qing out of the city, creating an opportunity for Diavolo to make his move.

The only downside is...

The scene was so grand that even Diavolo, a ruthless killer, found it hard to accept.

"If the mold continues to multiply indefinitely, even I, standing here, will be affected."

"Damn it. That mad dog."

"Does he intend to wipe out all eight million people in Naples?!"

"I told him to tone it down as much as possible, but he didn't listen at all!"

He muttered to himself, a strong killing intent rising in his eyes.

The explosion in the Palermo port area could be covered up by collusion with local officials, using flimsy excuses like a gas explosion.

But what Jokulrat is doing now, no matter how you look at it, is a complete bio-terrorist attack.

The matter escalated so much that even the Passion Organization couldn't cover it up.

Therefore, from the moment Diavolo boldly borrowed Jokulrat's power, he had already been planning to discard him after he had served his purpose.

Anyway, he has a good relationship with those "local specialty suppliers" in Central Asia and West Asia.

Those organizations love nothing more than to jump out and take responsibility for the attack, then kill Jokulrat, the attacker, to cover it up after the incident, and have their business partners take the blame, so that the Passion Organization has nothing to do with the whole thing.

"Wait until this matter is over"

"Jokulrat, you may die in agony, bearing the label of 'terrorist'!"

Diavolo thought to himself.

"But."

For some reason, he suddenly had a terrible feeling that, once it appeared, was hard to shake off:

"Can this mad dog really live until then?"