Arrangements for Mista

16:15.

Twenty minutes have passed since the Anti -Diavolo Alliance was officially formed.

In those twenty minutes, Li Qing and his team successfully defeated the invading enemy, recovered their physical condition, unified their thinking, and welcomed new members, ultimately embarking on a new journey with a brand-new attitude.

Their first task was:

"We need to get a big truck quickly."

Bucciarati said very seriously.

At this moment, Abbacchio was driving, Li Qing was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, while he, Giorno, Narancia, Fugo, and Mista were crammed into the back seat of the car, which was originally only meant for three people.

Although his resolute and rugged face was distorted into a large comical shape by the car window, Bucciarati's tone remained calm:

"This car can't fit all seven of us."

"Given our current sardine-can-like overcrowding, if we were attacked by the enemy, we probably wouldn't even be able to fight back."

"Abbacchio".

After explaining his ideas, Bucciarati directly ordered Abbacchio:

"Turn right at the next intersection and stop near the shopping mall on that street."

"I hid a seven-seater SUV in the underground parking garage of that shopping mall, which is perfect for us to use as transportation."

"Ah?"

Before Abbacchio could even speak, Li Qing immediately voiced his opinion:

"Aren't we hurry up and get out of the city?"

"If we stop to get the car, the assassin might catch up with us."

"You make it sound so easy!"

Fugo's head was wedged between Giorno and Narancia's arms, making it hard for him to breathe.

He roared, cursing:

"Baldy, why are you taking up the passenger seat all by yourself?"

"If you think it's okay, why don't you try sitting in the back and squeezing in?"

"No, that's impossible."

Li Qing defended his "privileges" with righteous indignation.

He turned his head to look at the fashionable attire of Fugo and the others, and said in a very strange tone:

"Look at all of you wearing ripped clothes, crop tops, low-cut tops, and tight-fitting clothes."

"Even if I, Li Qing, die, die outside, or jump off this car, I will never squeeze with you scantily clad muscle men."

"What do you know!"

"This is fashion, you know what fashion is?"

Milan, the fashion capital, is Italy. As Italy trendy young Italian, Fugo doesn't think there's anything wrong with his avant-garde style.

"Alright, alright."

Giorno spoke up to stop this pointless argument:

"The journey is arduous, we definitely need to get a better car."

"But."

"Is it really necessary to go out of your way to Bucciarati's car?"

Based on his usual lifestyle, he offered a good suggestion:

"There are so many cars on the street, I can just 'borrow' one—with my years of experience, 'borrowing' a car won't take up much time."

"No, it's not just because of the car."

Bucciarati awkwardly adjusted his position, which was pressed against the glass:

"The car also contained weapons, ammunition, cash, fake license plates, fake documents, disposable cell phones, and disguise tools that I had prepared in advance."

Being in the Mafia is a high-risk profession. Those underworld bosses may seem glamorous and successful on the surface, but they could be caught in a desperate situation like gangland feuds or internal strife at any time.

Like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, they often prepare several escape routes for their own safety.

To prepare for the potential crises that could arise at any moment in his life in the underworld, Bucciarati followed the example of his colleagues and carefully set up several hiding places and escape tools in Naples.

"It was originally an insurance policy I bought unintentionally."

"I never expected that they would actually come in handy."

Bucciarati sighed softly, with a hint of emotion:

"You may not realize how much control the organization has over this country."

"In addition to having countless thugs and street thugs to act as informants, the Passion Organization also has a special 'Tech Intelligence Unit Group' with advanced technology that can monitor the entire territory of Italy."

"Telephone, postal service, internet, radio, government intranet, police communications, traffic information, public surveillance."

"Everything is under the organization's surveillance."

"Without those fake documents and license plates as cover, we probably would have been exposed before we even left Naples."

"I see."

Li Qing understood what Bucciarati meant.

Indeed, in modern warfare, intelligence always precedes the movement of troops.

If they cannot conceal their tracks under the organization's surveillance, they will remain in a passive state where the enemy is in the dark and they are in the light.

Li Qing immediately agreed to the plan.

Abbacchio then turned around and drove to the vicinity of the mall's underground parking garage, where he parked in a secluded, deserted alley.

"Mista".

Bucciarati suddenly called out Mista's name.

This rookie, who inexplicably got involved with Diavolo for some inexplicable reason and ended up inexplicably joining the team, didn't say much along the way and didn't have a chance to speak.

And

His current "teammates" have either stolen from him, beaten him up, or kidnapped him.

It was indeed a bit awkward for Mista to be crammed together with these guys, turning enemies into friends.

So when he heard Bucciarati call out to him specifically, he was slightly taken aback. "What?"

"Please do me a favor."

Bucciarati pulled a car key from his pocket and laboriously handed it out through the gaps between a group of muscular men:

"Go inside and help us drive the car out."

"Um?"

Mista instinctively caught the key, but then instinctively felt something was wrong:

"You... you're just letting me go alone?"

"That's right."

Bucciarati replied:

"This shopping mall has always been protected by the Passion Organization, and many of the organization's henchmen are stationed nearby."

"If we show ourselves openly, we will definitely be noticed by these informants immediately."

"But Mista, it's different for you. The boss only just learned your name."

"In just over ten minutes, it's definitely not enough time for them to find your information, find your photo, and then fax it to every one of their henchmen."

"Therefore, among us, only your physical characteristics have not been known to the enemy."

"I see."

Mista nodded, her voice tinged with excitement:

Yes, after being forced to become the target of the organization's hunt, he was not only not nervous or afraid, but even a little excited.

Because Mista was originally just an idle hoodlum, he had never seen true darkness and was unaware of the horrors of the Passion Organization.

For Mista...

His peaceful life is shattered, he is drawn into a supernatural crisis, awakens superpowers, gets embroiled by a mafia boss, befriends powerful allies, and embarks on a journey of escape.

This is hardly bad luck.

This guy has clearly been given the protagonist's script!

At this moment, Mista's heart was filled with longing for the future.

"Leave it to me."

After being entrusted with this "important task" by Bucciarati, he even forgot about the minor awkwardness that had occurred between him and his teammates:

"I'll go in and get the car right away."

With that, Mista gripped the car keys tightly and immediately pushed open the car door and walked out of the alley.

He took three steps at a time and walked out of the alley, disappearing around the corner.

His teammates in the car seemed to think he couldn't hear them anymore, so they immediately started whispering behind his back:

"Bucciarati!"

The first to speak out was Fugo:

"Do you really want this 'rookie' to join the team?"

"That guy is just a small-time thug who just awakened his Stand. Having him around will only hold us back!"

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, but it was just enough for Mista, who hadn't gone far, to hear it.

He stopped in his tracks.

Meanwhile, the teammates' "whispers" continued:

"I also think it won't work."

Abbacchio said in a serious tone:

"I absolutely agree with Mista's passion and quality."

"However, he is still too inexperienced. He has no idea what we are going to face and lacks sufficient combat experience."

"Indeed."

Li Qing didn't pay attention to Mista's footsteps, so he casually stabbed her in the back as well:

"If it weren't for that phone call, I wouldn't have wanted to bring this guy along."

"He still doesn't realize the seriousness of the problem. I feel like this guy is more like he's just 'playing a game' than I am."

"I know"

"The danger of confronting the organization should not be borne by a mere passerby like him."

Bucciarati sighed softly:

"That's why I made a special trip here."

"The car contained disguise tools, a large sum of cash, simple equipment for making ID photos, and fake IDs and passports that could be used simply by pasting photos on them."

"If we get these things, we can help Mista escape this country."