Quit After This Job

"These guys."

Hearing these 'derogatory' whispers, Mista clenched his Riot Games tightly.

However, he quickly lowered his Riot Games:

They're all good people.

Mista sighed with such emotion.

He was just naive and yearned for the extraordinary, but he wasn't stupid.

He could tell that these people who "talked behind his back" weren't rejecting him, but rather caring about him.

They try every means to get themselves away because they don't want innocent people to be involved in danger.

Especially Bucciarati.

For some reason, Mista could always sense an indescribable tenderness in his voice.

"So, should I leave?"

Mista was caught in a dilemma.

He re-examined the whole matter and began to face his own superficiality in mindset and inadequacy in ability.

Indeed, he lacked combat experience and was not proficient in using his Stand.

Recalling his fight with Abbacchio, when he saw the Meat Chunk hurtling towards him, he was so afraid and panicked that he stopped thinking altogether.

"If it's Li Qing, or Giorno..."

"They would surely remain calm and find a way to fight back in that situation, right?"

"And I"

Mista pursed her lips tightly, her heart filled with disappointment:

"Actually, with Sex Pistols' abilities, I clearly had a chance to turn the tables back then."

"But I was like the French in World War II, I was so scared that I surrendered before I could even put up a fight."

"Me, so weak."

"Do they really have the ability to continue?"

The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself. Gradually, his mindless enthusiasm faded, and he became disheartened.

"Mista"

Each of the six Stands, each possessing its own Sex Pistols, quietly appeared beside Mista, casting comforting glances at their lost master.

What do you think?

Am I suitable to be this 'protagonist'?

Mista started having a mental conversation with her stand-in.

"This."

The six little ones looked at each other, hesitant to speak.

Finally, it was the outspoken and cold-hearted No. 6 who cut to the chase:

"The answer is definitely 'NO'!"

"You don't even recognize all six of our faces, how are you going to go out and fight such a vicious enemy?"

"Stupid Mista"

As a Stand born from Mista's consciousness, No. 6 shattered its master's illusions in one fell swoop:

"Reality isn't a movie; invincible protagonists don't exist!"

"Forehead"

Mista's expression turned somewhat awkward after being harshly reprimanded by her own Stand.

"Okay. I am indeed too inexperienced."

"Even in a street brawl, they wouldn't let inexperienced thugs participate. Someone like me, who has never seen anything like this, would only be a hindrance if I forced my way into the team, right?"

He uttered rational, disheartening words, but his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, after nearly squeezing the car keys until they bled, Mista reluctantly accepted reality:

"I see."

"After I finish this, I will go abroad to seek refuge."

As he spoke, he took a difficult step and slowly walked towards the underground parking garage.

Perhaps because it was a weekday, there weren't many customers in the mall's underground parking garage.

Mista walked into the underground parking garage and was greeted by a few scattered cars, a ceiling covered with various pipes and thick wires, and a high-powered exhaust fan that was making a loud whirring noise.

"Is nobody here?"

"Very good"

Mista suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he immediately started to laugh at his own nervousness:

"So scared to even get a car by himself?"

"I am so naive, I am really not qualified to be the protagonist."

Mista shook his head helplessly, then settled down to search for the SUV Bucciarati had mentioned:

The model number is Chevrolet Suburban GMT400.

The license plate number is FO·444UR.

The parking space is number 144 in underground section 4.

"Ah!!"

He suddenly clutched his head tightly, his face turning pale.

"Why are there so many 4s?!"

"Is God targeting me? This is so unlucky!"

"That's right."

Mista recalled the series of tragedies that had befallen him today: being robbed, beaten up, chased by real Meat Chunk, bumped into by fake Meat Chunk, and finally, inexplicably becoming mortal enemies with a mob boss.

"I've had a terrible day!"

"Going to get this car might just lead to even more bad luck!"

He muttered to himself, but his body betrayed him as he walked to where the SUV was parked.

This was, after all, his first and last mission after becoming a "partner of justice".

Regardless of whether it's auspicious or inauspicious, Mista wants to make this job a success before he quits.

"Um"

"It should be alright, it should be alright."

He carefully observed the empty underground parking garage around him, and finally took out the key that Bucciarati had given him and walked towards the quietly parked SUV.

However, just as Mista was about to step forward and open the car door...

"Oh?"

A slightly excited voice suddenly rang out. "This car, is it yours?"

"Who goes there?!"

Mista was startled.

"My name is Victor, Victor Aksel."

A young man with short, silver-white hair slowly emerged from behind a thick pillar in the underground parking garage, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.

"You're certainly not familiar with this name."

"But you should know in your heart who I am."

As he spoke, the young man named Victor slowly pulled out a pistol and pointed it directly at Mista.

"Am I right, Bucciarati's companion?"

"Wh-what?"

Mista swallowed hard.

Despite his extremely ominous feeling, he struggled to play dumb:

"What are you talking about? Who is Bucciarati?"

"Heh. Stop pretending!"

Victor gave a cold laugh:

"Did you think the organization wouldn't react just because you betrayed them?"

"You traitors have truly underestimated the power of the organization."

"The boss was already on guard against your Bucciarati Team, so he collected all the information about your team in advance."

"Ten minutes ago, the boss officially confirmed the defection of Bucciarati Team;"

"A minute later, all the information about Bucciarati Team had been transmitted to every member of the Royal Guard —including Bucciarati's bank statements, proof of his private car purchases, and his long payment records at the parking lot."

"And I laughed."

He gripped the gun tightly, a hint of smugness creeping into his smile:

"I happen to be good at observing details."

"Others might focus on information about your Stand abilities first, but I prefer to analyze those seemingly insignificant records."

"As expected, Bucciarati, like other underworld bosses, had hidden escape equipment in advance in case of unforeseen circumstances."

"Unfortunately, I happened to be near this shopping mall when I came to this conclusion."

"So, I tried to come and investigate."

"Unexpected"

Victor paused, glanced down at his watch:

"I only waited four minutes, and a big fish actually walked right into my net."

"What?"

Mista's face was extremely grim:

"It's 4 again, damn it!"

"The guy who could analyze the intelligence happened to be near the car hiding place, and I was caught red-handed just over ten minutes after getting involved with the gang. How could I be this unlucky?!"

"Really."

"It seems the world is targeting me after all!"

He was so angry and annoyed by this terrible luck that he even forgot to be afraid for a moment.

Victor did not give Mista time to adjust his mindset:

"Your face didn't appear in the personnel files of those traitors, but I know you're definitely connected to Bucciarati."

Let me think about it.

"The only target the boss ordered us to hunt down, the one without any description of his appearance, is... Guido Mista!"

Suppressing his excitement, he demanded aggressively:

"Mista, you're Mista, right?"

"Although I don't know what you did, the boss values you highly."

"Your head is worth more than those traitors Bucciarati, and it's even on par with Li Qing, who appeared at the very beginning."

Without hesitation, Victor pulled the trigger:

"Thank you, Mista."

"I, Victor, will accept this position of cadre!"