Help Diavolo Find Trouble

Li Qing pinched her throat and dialed back the number that had just been called.

There are no fools in the Passion Organization, and any executive who can speak directly with Diavolo is definitely not an easy person to deal with.

Therefore, the moment Li Qing reluctantly asked about the location of the technology team's base, the other party had already become suspicious:

You're the boss, how can you not even remember where your subordinates are located?

Why would you suddenly ask such a strange question?

He was filled with questions, but

Because Diavolo had accumulated such prestige over the past decade that even if "he" behaved somewhat abnormally, no one dared to question the "boss's" questions.

After all, he's an invincible boss.

Is it possible for someone to snatch a phone from the boss and then impersonate him to commit phone fraud?

Hahaha, this sounds like an April Fool's joke.

He would rather believe that his boss had a memory lapse and couldn't remember the address than believe that the boss was being impersonated.

As for why the boss suddenly asked for the tech team's address?

This is even less of a matter for a subordinate to ask—why should the boss explain his actions to you?

With this in mind, the shrewd cadre, the boss's confidant, gave his answer after a brief hesitation.

Li Qing obtained the intelligence without serious harm:

The science team is based in Pisa, where there is a famous leaning tower.

Six hours later, on the highway outside Rome.

It was past eleven o'clock, and the sky was dark.

Fortunately, the volcanic ash that filled the skies over Naples did not drift here, allowing everyone to still see the twinkling stars when they looked up.

The car window was half open, and the night breeze blew in from outside.

Li Qing sniffed the thick fumes of car exhaust carried on the wind, looked at the taillights of the car ahead that seemed destined to never disappear, and sighed helplessly:

He's been stuck here for a long time.

The distance from Naples to Pisa is less than 600 kilometers. Under normal circumstances, six hours is enough time for him to drive from Naples to the Leaning Tower of Pisa to take photos.

However, due to the severe earthquake caused by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, major roads throughout Italy suffered varying degrees of damage and congestion.

It took Li Qing and his group more than five hours to finally drive their car out of the disaster-stricken Naples, and they followed the crowds of other vehicles fleeing the disaster to Rome, 200 kilometers away.

There are still 400 kilometers to go to our destination, Pisa.

After a continuous afternoon of fighting and a long journey on the road, they were all exhausted.

The others closed their eyes and rested in their seats, trying to recover before the next attack.

Li Qing was the only one chosen to be the driver and sentry on this trip because of his "never getting tired" nature in the Digitization Mode.

"Ah"

Li Qing yawned.

Although I feel physically energetic and never get tired, after a while of "idling" for a long time, I still feel a bit bored.

Not wanting to disturb his resting companion, he carefully turned down the volume of the car radio and listlessly listened to the nighttime news, which he couldn't identify as a station.

"The appearance of the 'Lava Demon' in Naples caused heavy losses to the US Military; the aircraft carrier Los Angeles was sunk by the monster, and the estimated number of casualties is..."

"The U. S. Secretary of Defense announced an emergency halt to all US Military. military operations in the Balkans."

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Li Qing listened with great interest:

The war in the Balkans ended prematurely, and he seemed to have unknowingly altered the history of this alien world.

And the news broadcast continued:

"Regarding the 'Lava Demon' that appeared in Naples this afternoon, we interviewed Lieutenant General Colt, who witnessed the disaster and commanded the US Military to subdue the monster."

"Here's a report from our reporter on the scene:"

Soon, General Colt's voice rang out:

"Dear journalists, I know what you all want to ask."

"No one knows the origin or purpose of this 'Lava Demon,' but what everyone does know is that today is a historic day."

"A monster has appeared, carrying the power to destroy the world. It was the young men of our Sixth Fleet who sacrificed their lives so that we, Italy, and the people of the world could live safely. They fought for world peace."

General Colt's words made the whole world aware of the sacrifices the US Military made in saving the world, and of course, he also mentioned his brilliant command and decisive judgment.

However, the reporters who didn't get any real information were quite unhappy.

Immediately, someone took a different approach and asked a question:

"General Colt, I heard that before the monsters appeared, there was a large-scale bio-terrorist attack in Naples."

"What do you know about this attack?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qing immediately perked up his ears.

Before he left, he gave Diavolo a thorough dressing-down to General Colt.

If these spies can divert America's hatred towards Passion and allow the nation to use its power to crack down on organized crime, then he can simply sit back and watch Diavolo die.

Then, amidst Li Qing's anticipation, he heard General Colt say the following in the news:

"Indeed, a horrific biological attack did occur in Naples."

"According to the investigation, there is reliable evidence that the mastermind behind this attack is the president of XXX country, XXX!"

He delivered a passionate and righteous manifesto in an extremely serious tone:

"We now have every reason to believe that XXX country has been secretly developing, manufacturing, and stockpiling large-scale chemical weapons."

"This is a serious crime against humanity, a contempt for human rights, and an act of genocide."

"Ha?"

Li Qing's expression froze:

He recited the names of Diavolo and Passion Organization to General Colt word for word, but how did the culprit become some Middle Eastern oil-producing country that was a million miles Italy just a few hours later?

With so many people dead, is no one going to investigate the real culprit?

Although he didn't know what the Americans were thinking, Li Qing had a vague idea.

The trouble he caused Diavolo doesn't seem to have come.

General Colt said everything he needed to say to the reporters, and then left without uttering a single word.

Once he was out of the sight of those glaring news cameras, the grief, indignation, and excitement on his face immediately transformed into a rather radiant smile.

General Colt chuckled, then couldn't help but recall the question he had just answered, and Li Qing, who had tattled on him that afternoon:

Why are you talking to me about "Diavolo"? Do you want us to uphold justice?

Haha, how naive!

In fact, Li Qing didn't need to report it to anyone.

Thanks to the United States' powerful intelligence capabilities, they found the Passion Organization, the mastermind behind the terrorist attack, in just two hours, and roughly knew the purpose of the attack.

After figuring out that this mafia organization was staging such a grand spectacle simply to help their boss deal with a few enemies...

Americans were first shocked, then speechless, and finally utterly bored.

Is that all?

So, after all that, the truth is just a "superpowered gang war"?

Accusations of "possessing chemical weapons" or "carrying out biological and chemical attacks" can be used as a huge black sack to justify a major power's war and legitimate interference in the internal affairs of another country.

To put it bluntly...

Do you think your small-time gang is worthy of such a title?

It would be a huge waste of opportunity to label the murderer as an Italy of the Mafia.

Eradicating a deeply entrenched underground organization in another country is not easy, and even if it were, the United States would not gain much benefit.

They're not the real world police, so why should they do something so thankless?

If we launch a large-scale investigation, wouldn't it expose their attempt to frame XXX country?

As for the truth?

"Nobody cares about the truth."

"Only the version that is most in our best interest is the true 'truth'."

"But."

General Colt muttered to himself for a moment, then suddenly realized something:

"Since this matter involves that kind of superpower called 'stand-in,' they should be interested, right?"

"For this kind of thankless task, we can let the SPW Foundation do it."

He thought for a moment, then looked down and opened his phone's contact list to search for something.

Finally, General Colt found a number he had added at a social party and never contacted again:

"Joseph Joestar".