The Mysterious Phone Call

"Administrator password confirmed successfully."

"Next, we need to retrieve the boss's internal network account information."

Thomas sat at the desk, half of which was stained red with the blood of his former boss, and excitedly typed away.

The lingering smell of blood in the air had not yet dissipated.

The supervisor's lifeless body lay to one side, its eyes wide open in death.

For Thomas, the idea of a scene that could be used directly to film a horror movie, with music as background music, was like a dream come true:

"It's a success!"

He pressed Enter heavily.

Amidst the crisp clicks of the keyboard, he didn't forget to glance briefly at the corpse of his supervisor beside him with his eyes brimming with satisfaction:

"We already have the boss's internal network account."

"Through it, you can directly mobilize the organization's 757 official members, tens of thousands of peripheral soldiers, manipulate large sums of money amounting to hundreds of billions of lira, control businesses Italy Italy's 20 administrative regions and 110 provinces, and even indirectly influence national policies and parliamentary elections."

"In other words, the entire country is now under the control of this tiny account!"

Diavolo rarely showed himself, and even his most loyal Staff Department officers had never seen him in person.

This has led to the internal network account, which should only play a supporting role, becoming the absolute symbol of the organization's boss.

This account has become a sword in the stone, a national seal; it represents not only the identity of a king, but also a real superpower.

In other words

The current boss of the Passion Organization is actually Li Qing and his group.

Giorno Giovanna, in a sense, has already fulfilled his dream of becoming a Gang-star.

"So, what are you planning to do now?"

Thomas turned around and looked at Li Qing and the others with anticipation.

Human desires are endless.

When enslaved, one desires freedom; once free, one desires security; and once secure, one desires wealth, status, and power.

Thomas is now thinking about getting a share of the profits after his risky rebellion succeeds, or at least becoming an organizational cadre under the new bosses and earning tens of billions of lira.

But Li Qing wasn't in a hurry to think about becoming a boss.

Because compared to wealth, status, and power, Li Qing, who had nearly been killed by Diavolo twice, clearly understood that their most basic safety was not yet guaranteed:

"Don't rush. Compared to taking over the organization, our most urgent task right now is to find Diavolo's whereabouts."

"He's still alive, so no one can secure the position of the new boss."

You can be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days.

The King Crimson's sneak attacks are so subtle and deadly that as long as Diavolo lives, Li Qing and his team will have to sleep with one eye open.

To truly take over the organization, Diavolo must be completely defeated.

"First, check the fingerprint and facial imprint in the database."

"And there's the name 'Tonio'."

Li Qing took out a carefully wrapped plastic bag from her pocket and gently handed it to Thomas.

The bag contained the fingerprints and facial model of the young man who called himself Tonio, which they had collected yesterday in Naples.

Identifying fingerprints requires hacking into police databases, which demands significant hacking skills.

Unfortunately, no one on their team currently possesses this professional skill.

Giorno originally planned to use his boring junior high school years to teach himself hacking skills for his future dreams, but before his junior high school years had even begun, he unexpectedly embarked on the path to becoming a gangster superstar ahead of time.

Therefore, Li Qing and the others had no choice but to carry this valuable evidence with them all the way until they found Thomas, a professional, and only then did they have the opportunity to take it out for investigation.

"The boss's fingerprints, and a facial model?"

Thomas first stared in surprise, then his expression relaxed considerably.

"To have investigated the boss to this extent..."

"As expected, the boss was defeated by you yesterday."

"I guess so."

Li Qing gave a noncommittal hum. "Hurry up and check, time is of the essence."

"Um."

Thomas stopped procrastinating.

He scanned fingerprints and facial scans into his computer and then easily hacked into Italy's social management system, and even Interpol's criminal database.

"Fingerprint matching failed."

"Facial recognition failed."

"The fingerprints of 8,848 Tonio within the Tonio Italy were not matched."

Thomas's expression gradually became serious.

"As expected of the boss, even our technology team can't find any information about him."

"It's as if he didn't actually exist as a ghost; he left no trace in this world that could be recorded on paper."

"This"

Li Qing frowned slightly:

If we can't find any intelligence about the enemy, then we can only passively defend ourselves.

To defend against the King Crimson, they probably won't dare to walk alone at night anymore, and they'll even have to go to the toilet in groups.

Let's try again.

Undeterred, Li Qing urged Thomas to search again:

"Let's change the name this time."

"Don't use Tonio, use 'Diavolo' to search."

"Hmm." Thomas quickly typed Diavolo's name on the keyboard, but the result that popped up was still the disappointing "cannot match".

There's no other way.

Thomas sighed helplessly:

"It's simply impossible to find out the boss's identity using technical means; the only way is..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The computer screen flickered, and suddenly a sound came from the speakers:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I've been waiting for someone like you to come along and investigate this man so diligently."

"What?!"

Everyone present was slightly taken aback.

Thomas, however, stared wide-eyed in surprise:

"Has someone launched a counter-intrusion?"

"It's alright, it's just a trivial trick. I can expose him from behind the network right away."

This was the first time in his life he had ever seen anyone dare to hack into the tech team's computers.

Thomas wasn't intimidated by this attempt to show off his limited skills. He calmly started typing, ready to thoroughly expose the unknown hacker.

"Etc."

Li Qing stopped Thomas in time.

He said with great interest, "Let's hear what he has to say."

"I am not the enemy."

The male voice coming from the computer further stated:

"You just looked up that name in the police database. I know you want to defeat Diavolo."

"In that case, we are companions."

"Companion?"

Bucciarati, standing to the side, frowned slightly and asked cautiously:

"Knowing Diavolo's name alone doesn't mean anything."

"Who exactly are you?"

"My name is not important."

The mysterious man spoke slowly in a sincere voice:

"The important thing is that I know his name, and I also know that his Stand ability is to erase time."

"That's right. I fought him before, but ultimately suffered a crushing defeat."

"I am now an irreparable cripple, unable to fight anymore."

"But."

He paused slightly, his tone becoming extremely serious:

"I possess a power that can absolutely defeat Diavolo."

"As long as you can master this power, you will be able to face the threat of the King Crimson without fear and truly defeat Diavolo."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Suddenly, an image that was extremely familiar to Bucciarati popped up on the screen:

It was an arrow, an ancient metal arrowhead engraved with a beetle pattern.

"This is."

Bucciarati was very familiar with this arrow:

"The arrow in Mr. Polpo's hand?"

"This kind of arrow can stimulate the human's own spiritual energy after piercing the human body, thereby awakening the Stand ability in qualified individuals with strong spiritual power."

"It was just that it had been hidden on the Black Sabbath, and then it was affected by the feedback of the bullet when Mr. Polpo died, so it was completely destroyed by us long ago."

"If that's the case, how did you come to possess this arrow?"

The man quickly replied:

"No, this is another arrow, it just looks similar."

"Moreover, in addition to stimulating humans to awaken their Stand abilities, this arrow also has a special ability that even Diavolo is unaware of."

"Bring it on--"

"Come to Rome and find me, and I will tell you the true use of this arrow."

"To find you in Rome?"

Li Qing adopted a bargaining attitude, trying his best to extract more information from this mysterious person:

"Can't you just say what you want to say here?"

"Cannot."

"The secret of the arrow is extremely important. If it is leaked to the enemy, and they eventually gain access to that power, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The man's voice became very serious.

He refused to compromise at all, and instead maintained that air of mystery:

"The Passion Organization has very strong technological capabilities; the entire country's communication network is under their real-time monitoring."

"During our conversation, the organization's technology team may have already been listening in on this call."

"Eavesdropping? This..."

Li Qing's expression immediately became very strange.

He glanced at the still-warm corpse of his supervisor beside him, and at Thomas, who had effectively become the new head of the technology team:

"Don't worry."

"The tech team absolutely cannot eavesdrop on us, because..."

"In a sense, you're on the phone with the technology team right now."