Never Surrender

"Control the direction?!"

This concept is difficult to grasp, but Mista has already experienced it firsthand:

Whether it's a physical bullet or an intangible "force".

The moment they touched Victor's body, all the attacks were redirected by the red arrow.

The bullet could turn 180 degrees and return along its original path, and the invisible force that blasted forward bounced back directly back onto Mista himself without reservation.

The force was bounced back intact, and combined with the existing reaction force, the two resulted in double the joy.

Mista's punch not only failed to harm his enemy, but also made his own arm go numb.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

He gritted his teeth in pain and staggered backward:

"Are you kidding me?"

"Bullets are useless, Riot Games are useless, all external attacks are deflected by him, so isn't this guy invincible?!"

"No, no, no!"

Victor shook his head modestly:

"There is no such thing as an invincible Stand ability in the world."

"If it were your companions, like Fugo who releases a killer virus, or Bucciarati who can open zippers, I would find them extremely troublesome."

"But... hahahaha."

He couldn't contain himself and burst into wild laughter:

"Heaven is indeed looking out for me."

"A big fish delivered itself to my door, and its Stand ability just happens to be a pure physical attack."

"Physical attacks? They're completely useless against me!"

As he spoke, Victor clenched his fists and menacingly pressed forward:

"Bring it on!"

"Show me your Riot Games, let's have a proper fight!"

"What are you talking about!"

Mista continued to back away, her face pale.

"It's impossible to win!"

"His abilities are simply invincible to me. How could I possibly defeat a monster that can control direction and is immune to attacks?"

As Victor approached him like a cat playing with a mouse, he was so terrified that his mind went completely blank, just as he had been when he faced the Meat Chunk.

But the enemy will not show mercy just because he has lost his will to fight.

As Mista retreated in a panic, Victor, using the momentum of a jog, suddenly widened his stride, gathered all his strength, and unleashed a powerful punch.

"Mista, Mista!"

Six stand-ins surrounded Mista, anxiously calling out:

"Cheer up, cheer up and fight!"

Their cries were urgent, but Mista was already terrified and completely lost.

Faced with Victor's all-out Riot Games, he first screamed in panic, and then instinctively blocked the Riot Games.

"Yo ho."

"You dare to fight back?"

Victor sneered, and an arrow suddenly emerged from the Riot Games that collided with Mista's arm.

"Ah!!"

A trickle of scarlet blood immediately spilled from the corner of Mista's mouth.

The reaction force, the rebounding force, and Victor's punch combined to unleash their power simultaneously, sending Mista flying backward.

"Cut"

Looking at Mista, who was lying on the ground with a panicked look in his eyes, Victor's expression grew even more disdainful:

"How could they make such a basic mistake?"

"Hey, are you really Guido Mista, whose head is worth a cadre position?"

"If I kill the wrong person, then all my feelings will have been wasted!"

"I"

Mista clutched her arm, which felt like it was about to break, and a sudden surge of intense shame welled up inside her.

"It's happening again! My mind is completely blank!"

Damn it!

He bit his lip so hard it almost bled.

"They shout that they will never give in, but their bodies surrender so cleanly and decisively!"

Am I really that pathetic?

"No"

"That's not how it is!"

A blazing flame ignited in Mista's eyes:

"I, Guido Mista, should not be such a coward!"

Even the French, who are still ridiculed today, resisted for a full 42 days during World War II before surrendering to the enemy—

"If I surrendered faster than such a laughingstock, wouldn't I become a piece of trash, worse than a pig or a dog!"

At that moment, Mista finally understood:

He is now facing a life-or-death battle.

Surrender is useless, compromise is useless, panic is useless, cowardice is useless. Bad people will not have a change of heart, and enemies will not lay down their butcher knives.

If we give up resistance, the only outcome will be being ridiculed and trampled on like corpses.

"Think of a way, think of a way to fight back!"

"Even if I fail in the end, I'll tear a piece of flesh off this guy before I die!"

On the brink of life and death, Mista finally awakened to a belief.

He is no longer an innocent boy who only has a surge of passion, but a tough guy with an indomitable will.

He began to learn to overcome fear, to stay calm, to observe his surroundings, and to fight back with gritted teeth.

Final.

As Victor was about to close in on another life-or-death moment, a glimmer of light finally flashed in Mista's eyes:

"Sex Pistols!"

"No. 7, stay on defense! Everyone else, attack!"

He finally stopped relying on his Stand for protection and guidance, and instead took the initiative to command his Stand to launch an attack.

"Yes!"

The six little guys were invigorated and immediately followed orders to converge on the muzzle of the revolver.

Mista suddenly raised his revolver and fired five shots at Victor, who was charging straight at him.

Five bullets whistled out from the flashing flames.

From No.1 to No.6, the five stand-ins each rode a bullet, driving them out with a whoosh.

They were like valiant knights, letting the bullets change their flight trajectories at will under their reins, drawing five beautiful and intricate arcs in the air.

"Oh?"

Victor stopped and stared intently at the bullets:

"I see."

"Let the stand-in ride directly on the bullet and control it in real time, launching an attack on me simultaneously with five bullets whose trajectories are unpredictable."

"Are you trying to make it harder for me to react, so I don't have time to activate my Stand ability?"

"Ridiculous!"

"If I couldn't even handle a barrage of bullets, how could I have survived until now!"

Victor chuckled inwardly, but there was no hint of disdain in his eyes.

He focused intently on observing the movement of the bullets, using his Stand ability to protect himself:

The first shot was aimed at the temple.

Reflection!

The second shot targeted the heart.

Turn it around!

The third shot hit the laryngeal artery.

Bounce away!

The fourth spot is on the forehead and between the eyebrows.

Scarlet Pointer, shoot it into his eyes!

Almost simultaneously, four bullets struck Victor in succession, but their direction was easily swayed by the red arrows that appeared afterward.

They all, without exception, blasted back towards Mista.

Fortunately, the stand-ins were riding on these bullets and continuing to fine-tune their trajectories, which prevented Mista from being riddled with bullets by the ricocheting bullets.

"Four shots have been resolved."

"So, where is the fifth bullet?"

Victor intently and cautiously observed everything around him.

At that moment, a clear shockwave rippled behind him.

"Heh... The fifth bullet even deliberately took a big detour in the air, trying to hit me from behind where I couldn't see it?"

"It's useless!"

"From the moment I awakened my abilities, I possessed an 'instinct' to deal with attacks. No matter which angle you attack from, I can sense it!"

With that thought in mind, Victor neither dodged nor evaded as the object behind him lunged at him.

As soon as it touches his skin, he will use his "invincible" Scarlet Pointer to deflect it.

However.

When the object behind him actually touched his body, Victor suddenly heard an ominous noise:

"Bilibili Bilibili Bilibili."

"This is?!"

Victor's expression froze.

Only then did he realize that what had struck his back was not a bullet, but a cable hanging from the ceiling.

The first four bullets were all used to cover the trail of the fifth bullet.

The fifth bullet was never intended to attack his body, but rather to completely sever the cable that was already half-broken.

"Victor."

"You said your Stand ability is to manipulate the direction of 'external attacks' you receive, right?"

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Although I dropped out of school after finishing junior high, I still know that the essence of electricity is the directional flow of electrons."

"A high-voltage electric field forms at the speed of light the instant you are electrocuted, and the conductive particles in your body instantly generate an electric current under the influence of this field."

In other words...

The cables on Victor's back emitted dazzling blue-white electric light, but the light in Mista's eyes was even brighter:

"Electric shocks don't count as 'external attacks,' and you can't change the direction of 'what's inside your body'!"