Ghiaccio

Three minutes ago, at the entrance of the train station.

Inside the station, Li Qing had already engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy, while outside the station, Giorno and the others were trapped and unable to move forward due to their the Grateful Dead.

If you get too close to the inside, your body will age, and you'll become so old that you'll have difficulty moving around, let alone going deep into the station to provide support.

Therefore, they had no choice but to stop.

While Giorno and the others stood there, unable to move forward or backward, they didn't notice:

Not far from the station, in a place they hadn't noticed, a flashy red supercar was slowly driving down the street.

The man driving the two sports cars was wearing jeans, a long shirt, red running shoes, and red-rimmed glasses.

Although the style and color scheme of the clothes are considered avant-garde, this outfit is quite plain among the organization's members who are always at the forefront of fashion.

It's not that he's not trendy or fashionable enough, but rather that he's ingeniously put all his effort into his hair:

I don't know if it's the wonder of nature or the amazing skills of Tony the hairdresser.

His thick blue hair strangely curled into waves on his head, making it look from a distance like he had a blue devil fruit growing on his head.

"Ghiaccio."

Through his mobile phone, a companion called out the man's name:

"Have you arrived at Venice Station?"

"Prosciutto sent a message: the small box containing the boss's inheritance is in Li Qing's hands, and he and Pesci have already made their move at the station."

The news of the boss's inheritance suddenly appeared in the middle of yesterday night, and the agreed time was set for 6 a. m., just six hours later.

With time so tight, the Assassination Team members scattered across the country and even in other countries did not have time to assemble.

In order not to miss the opportunity to seize the boss's inheritance, they had to set off from their respective locations in different directions and rush to Venice at top speed.

Prosciutto and Pesci were the first to arrive; they were the most timely and did not miss the agreed-upon six o'clock in the morning.

The second person to arrive at the destination was Ghiaccio.

"Yes, I've arrived."

"I'm right outside Venice train station now."

While answering his companion on the phone, he quickly parked the sports car.

The powerful roar of the engine vanished abruptly as the sports car came to a stop, and Ghiaccio's lips twitched slightly involuntarily.

He stole this sports car on the way.

His mission was to get to Venice as quickly as possible, and a sports car, which prioritizes speed, was naturally a better choice than an ordinary car.

However, Ghiaccio only considered the speed of the sports car, but not its fuel consumption.

Every roar from the engine was the agonizing scream of banknotes burning in flames.

The thought of spending money on gas for the sports car halfway through the journey made the short-tempered Ghiaccio want to freeze that damned gas guzzler into an ice sculpture.

Calm down, calm down

Now is not the time to lose your temper.

After this job is done, the tragedy of "getting a sports car but not being able to afford it" will never happen again.

The humiliations the boss inflicted on their Assassination Team in the past will be made up for in this legacy of the boss.

Ghiaccio silently told himself to get serious, while his companion's reply came through the phone:

"You've arrived at the station? Good."

"Ghiaccio, what's the situation at the station right now? Can you see it?"

Let me see.

Ghiaccio gazed into the distance at the station, which had fallen into utter silence.

His gaze turned serious:

"This is not good."

"Li Qing didn't come alone; I saw his companions."

"Giorno, Bucciarati, Fugo, Narancia, Mista, Abbacchio"

"Damn it, how come there are two tall guys who weren't recorded in the intelligence?"

"Two people who weren't mentioned in the intelligence?"

The companion on the other end of the phone clearly sensed danger.

"That's right, two men."

"His muscles are quite impressive, but I wonder how strong he is."

Ghiaccio carefully recounted what he had seen over the phone:

"But don't worry, Prosciutto and Pesci should be fine, because the ability to the Grateful Dead is now affecting the entire station."

"Li Qing's companions are currently blocked outside the door and cannot get in at all."

This is obviously good news.

As long as outside reinforcements can't get in, Prosciutto and Pesci will be able to easily deal with Li Qing.

After all, based on intelligence, Li Qing's only skills are mobility and melee combat.

The displacement should be able to be stopped by the Beach Boy, and the hand-to-hand combat will definitely be restrained by the Grateful Dead. Under such circumstances, it would be good if Li Qing could last for a minute, so how could he possibly win?

"Prosciutto will definitely succeed in seizing the inheritance."

"That bald guy is no match for him and Pesci."

Ghiaccio analyzed with great confidence:

"What we need to do now is wait outside the station."

"We'll find a way to get him and Pesci to safety as soon as Prosciutto sends back news of his success."

"If things go smoothly, we won't even have to fight the enemy to the death, and we can still make a clean getaway with the boss's legacy."

Ghiaccio didn't plan to go in directly to meet up with Prosciutto.

Firstly, he believed that Prosciutto and Pesci could definitely deal with Li Qing, but he needed to be wary of Giorno and the others who had a large and powerful force outside the station.

Secondly, his Stand ability creates a large amount of ice that can resist the effect of the Grateful Dead, so going inside might actually cause trouble for his companions.

"Um!"

"Then you wait here. I've already crossed the bridge leading to the main island of Venice and will be at the station soon."

Hearing such good news, the colleague on the other end of the phone became even more motivated.

But there's no such thing as wish fulfillment in this world.

Before Prosciutto could send out the victory signal as they had hoped, Giorno and the others, who had been stuck outside the station, had already caused some trouble for them.

"Wait... something's not right!"

Ghiaccio described the situation at the scene in a serious tone:

"Those guys who were stuck outside suddenly split into a few groups and left the station from different directions."

"Why did they leave when their comrades in the station were still fighting?"

What exactly are they trying to do?

"Could it be..."

Ghiaccio suddenly remembered:

Just now, during the brief period when he was stuck outside the station and "at a loss", Giorno held a mobile phone in his hand the whole time.

"Could it be that the guy with the perm was on the phone with Li Qing at the train station the whole time?"

"If that's the case, they may already know the secret of the Grateful Dead, and a way to temporarily resist aging!"

"Damn it. I know why those guys left in such a hurry."

"They couldn't find any ice near the station to cool things down, so they sent people out to look for ice!"

Although it is just speculation, this inference perfectly explains why a few people in the enemy's ranks would suddenly "deserve in the face of battle".

Prosciutto was almost the second most important figure in the team after the captain, and everyone absolutely believed that he could defeat Li Qing and complete the mission.

However, if the enemy finds the ice and brings it back to the station to provide support, it could be disastrous.

Prosciutto and Pesci, who are still struggling in the station, will soon face irresistible pressure.

The situation, which was originally going smoothly, could be reversed in an instant, and the Assassination Team's dreams and ambitions could be destroyed.

"Ghiaccio!"

"Stop them! We absolutely cannot let them bring the ice back!"

Upon hearing this, the voice on the other end of the phone immediately became urgent.

"Clear."

Ghiaccio frowned deeply:

"But the enemy has split off in more than one direction, and I'm afraid I'm not enough for them alone."

"It's alright, just report the direction the enemy left in."

"We are not far from our destination and will be able to join the battle soon."

The situation changed faster than anyone imagined.

The original battle plan of "gathering at the station and watching the situation unfold" instantly became obsolete.

In order to create a safe fighting environment for Prosciutto in the station, they must now launch an emergency siege and reinforcement operation.

Only by completely eliminating the possibility of the enemy bringing back ice and blocking all support from the outside, can final victory be achieved.

"Okay, I understand."

Ghiaccio quickly realized the important mission he was now shouldering.

The sudden turn of events did not faze the ruthless assassin; instead, it ignited a fighting spirit that had been hidden in his eyes:

"Although it sounds a bit strange for me to say that."

"But--"

Ghiaccio's gaze was fixed on the figures that left the station and disappeared into the distance.

A chill surged up like a tsunami:

"I absolutely, absolutely will not let them get the ice!"