Counterfeit Products

Giorno and the others had very strange expressions.

Because the enemy in front of them looked like a copy-paste of their stand-ins, the only difference being the color:

The Gold Experience transformed into silver on Jamie's side.

The Purple Haze was painted with a layer of yellow paint.

Aerosmith has been given a white paint job.

The Sex Pistols has been transformed from a brass minifigure to a stainless steel minifigure.

Jamie Campbell seemed quite satisfied with the forgeries he created. He not only saw nothing wrong with this simple and crude method of skinning, but also proudly introduced his work in front of a group of legitimate owners:

"Look, this is my latest work:"

"Silver Experience," "Yellow Haze," "Aerosmith James," "Elegant Pistols!"

With an incomprehensible sense of pride, Jamie even gave the four clones he created four simple and crude pseudonyms on the spot.

"Isn't this just piracy?!"

Fugo couldn't help but curse out loud in frustration.

"Hey, hey," Mista said with an even more displeased expression, "I can tolerate piracy, but why is there a number 4? My Sex Pistols doesn't have a number 4!"

"Shut up!"

Jamie growled menacingly, "Looking down on piracy?"

"The 'counterfeit' I create is always better than the so-called original—like your damn stand-in, which is clearly only six little figures, but why is it numbered seven!"

"You have to count from one to six, and my improved version is the most perfect version!"

"Perfect?"

Mista also vaguely sensed that this guy's mind was somewhat abnormally twisted:

"They're just some cheap imitations!"

"What, is this all you're relying on? You think you can defeat us head-on with your copied abilities that are exactly the same as ours?"

"That's right!"

Jamie's eyes gleamed with fanaticism:

"I stand here today to defeat you fair and square with these counterfeits!"

At this point, he couldn't help but recall his past:

Jamie Campbell was originally an American and a Silicon Valley elite who once dominated the San Francisco Bay Area. He was a high-achieving individual who owned his own internet company.

Given the momentum at the time, he was originally going to ring the bell on Nasdaq with his internet company, becoming a billionaire and a well-known new tycoon like industry veterans such as Gates and Jobs.

However, all of this changed because of a lawsuit a few years ago.

Someone actually filed a lawsuit in court, claiming that all of their company's products were pirated and infringed.

This is utter nonsense—

Can you call something a scholar does theft? That's fucking borrowing!

I painstakingly took your "inferior product," improved and refurbished it, and after it was packaged and launched into the market, it received widespread praise. Shouldn't all the credit go to me?

Survival of the fittest.

Since my product, which I borrowed from the original, is more popular than the original, then I deserve to win!

Jamie always believed in this principle, but unfortunately the judge didn't believe it, and the law wouldn't allow it.

After a series of setbacks, the company was gone, the stocks were gone, and he was also left with a mountain of high-interest loans.

To escape his creditors, Jamie is forced to flee to the other side of the ocean, where he unexpectedly becomes an underground technician working for the Mafia.

After taking on this new job and awakening a new ability

Jamie discovered another way to prove himself and his ideas, outside of business activities:

"I'm going to use my counterfeit products to completely wipe the so-called genuine products out of this world!"

"You look down on counterfeit goods, don't you?"

A smug smile spread across his face:

"You should know that all the Stand User I copied are now dead!"

Jamie has that kind of confidence.

Just like when starting a company, Jamie would consider how to make the product more popular than the original, before a Stand battle, he would also think in advance about how to defeat the original with a Stand that has the same abilities.

So, after delivering his unique declaration, his gaze finally turned completely cold.

The brain is working at lightning speed.

In order to control four skin-changing clones at the same time, his mental power was pushed to the limit.

But that's alright, a Stand battle never lasts too long, and Jamie has gotten used to high-intensity combat conditions through long-term training:

"Let's do it!"

The first to act was the skinned clone that Jamie named "Silver Experience".

The Silver Experience object, its entire body gleaming with a pale silver luster, suddenly turned around and unleashed a flurry of shimmering silver fist shadows at the wall near the toilet entrance.

It doesn't emit the strange "Muda Muda" roar like the original Gold Experience, but it possesses the same strange ability as Gold Experience to infuse inanimate objects with life and turn them into living beings.

The wall that was struck by the silver fist shadow quickly underwent a strange transformation.

The white-painted walls turned into dark brown tree trunks, and branches extending from the trunks quickly blocked the door of the toilet completely.

But the silver figure did not stop throwing punches.

As if showing off its unique abilities, it used its Riot Games, brimming with boundless vitality, to create a small, vibrant sea of flowers on the ground.

"That's an incredible ability."

"They can create life with a wave of their hand; it's just like the legendary creator."

Jamie gazed at the clusters of blooming flowers and murmured excitedly to himself.

As he said before, a large part of the reason he is now fighting is to experience Giorno's ability to create life.

It's like a thief seeing a beautiful electric scooter parked on the side of the road; he feels restless if he doesn't steal it.

"Enough!"

Mista was the first to break the deadlock.

While Jamie was basking in his own self-admiration, he, poised to strike, immediately pulled the trigger, tentatively firing three bullets at the opponent's vital point between the eyebrows.

The three bullets, controlled by the Sex Pistols, constantly changed their flight path in the air, moving at a speed that was impossible to discern.

"It's useless!"

"I had already studied your intelligence before I took action."

Jamie said calmly:

"Apart from Giorno's Gold Experience, the Stands of the other four of you are so boring that they are not interesting at all."

"Especially this dummy that manipulates the bullet trajectory. As long as there is a replica with the same capabilities, it is completely useless."

As soon as he finished speaking, the six little figures floating around Jamie charged forward at the same time.

These six little guys, which gleam with the luster of stainless steel and were temporarily named "Elegant Pistols" by Jamie, are not as human as the originals, but they are no less capable than the originals.

Bullets can tear through the air and penetrate steel, but they cannot escape the mysterious power emanating from these little guys.

Soon, the bullet's trajectory was drastically altered by the six little figures, and it narrowly escaped from Jamie's side.

"Damn it."

Mista probed and obtained a very unfavorable result:

"That guy's counterfeits are no less impressive than the Sex Pistols."

"At least, it's more than enough to deflect bullets."

The fact that the opponent could easily deflect the bullets meant that the Aerosmith and Sex Pistols's attack methods were essentially rendered ineffective.

The opponent only needs to protect one entity, while this side needs to protect five entities.

Although both sides have the same abilities, the five people on this side, being the originals, cannot completely ignore bullet attacks like Jamie, who is "only one person is full and the whole family is not hungry".

The enemy was clearly aware of this, and used this advantage to launch a barrage of fire.

As the bullet was deflected by the "Elegant Pistols," the white plane circling above Jamie's head had already drawn a beautiful arc in the air.

The bootleg aircraft, named "Aerosmith James," quickly turned its nose towards Giorno and fired two bright streaks of fire forward.

"Attention everyone!"

Giorno, who was taking the most firepower, dodged to the side in time.

Although his movements were swift enough, he still couldn't dodge in time and was hit by two bullets from the miniature machine gun.

The bullet was small, but the bullet hole it made was very deep.

Blood gushed out, staining half of his shoulder red.

The fake aircraft, named "Aerosmith James," quickly pulled up its nose after unleashing a volley of bullets, and it looked like it was about to launch another attack.

Hearing the buzzing sound of the miniature propellers sweeping through the air, everyone's expressions became serious.

Mista's Sex Pistols could only protect him from the hail of bullets; the others could only rely on their skills and luck to try their best to dodge.

If the enemy continues to run rampant like this, even that pirated little plane alone will crush them to the point of being unable to lift their heads.

"Giorno!"

Narancia suddenly remembered something. "Use your old method!"

As soon as he finished speaking, under Narancia's control, the Aerosmith adjusted its attitude and soared upwards.

The miniature machine gun flashed, but the bullets were not aimed at Jamie himself, who was protected by six bootleg minifigures, but at the light on the bathroom ceiling.

The lights went out instantly, plunging the toilet into darkness.

"Um?"

Giorno, suddenly plunged into darkness, was still a little confused. "What old method?"

"That's the move!"

Narancia revealed the move that Giorno had actually used unintentionally:

"It promotes photosynthesis in plants and helps them absorb carbon dioxide from the air!"

"I see."

Giorno understood Narancia's intention:

"First, take away the light and the field of vision, then use photosynthesis to absorb the carbon dioxide."

"In this way, the enemy's pirate planes will no longer be able to lock onto targets in the dark!"

"Etc."

He suddenly realized something was wrong:

"Without light, where does photosynthesis come from?!"

"Well?"

Narancia was slightly taken aback. He suddenly realized that his thinking seemed to have a fatal flaw:

"Oh damn it, I completely forgot about such an important point."

Narancia was filled with self-blame and panic when problems arose during his rare attempt to use advanced knowledge in combat.

"It doesn't matter!"

Fugo promptly stepped in to patch up this plan:

"We just want to disrupt the concentration of carbon dioxide in the surrounding environment. The method doesn't necessarily have to be 'absorption'; it can also be 'release'."

"Let's do it, Giorno."

"Plants don't need photosynthesis; respiration alone is enough!"