Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 21 Clues and Tobio
That night.

Naples, Hotel 'Sa Grande'.

"Pain Pain"

Polnareff grinned and looked at Abdel who was changing his dressing.

"I said, can't you be gentle?"

Without waiting for Abdel to reply, he continued: "So it's not okay to talk about men or something.

Where is the nurse, where is the lovely and young nurse?I ask for a substitution! "

Hearing this, Abdel increased the strength of his hand expressionlessly.

"what!"

Polnareff suddenly let out a howl like a slaughtering pig.

Fortunately, this is a high-end hotel, and the soundproofing facilities are first-class.

Otherwise, they both have to be sued!
After changing the medicine, Abdel was so tormented by Polnareff that he sat down on the single sofa and took a long breath.

"It's finally over."

"Hey, what do you mean by this expression, do you despise me? Mohammad Abdel, you have changed!"

Polnareff still kept his mouth shut.

Abdel was so irritated by him that he couldn't help saying: "Okay, let's stop for a while, if you are injured and move around, be careful to leave sequelae!"

"I know my body, it's not that I haven't suffered from a more serious injury before." Polnareff muttered, "I am just panicking in my heart and want to talk."

Abdel was silent.

Bobo, the unlucky boy, had a bad first battle, and he was pulled into a strange mirror world before he officially fought the enemy.

When he successfully escaped from the world in the mirror, it was supposed to be the time for him to show his talents, but as a result, the stand-in left outside became a drag directly.

Abdel comforted: "You can recuperate at ease, and leave the rest to me and Jon."

"I want to help too."

Polnareff smiled wryly.

Naples seems to be at odds with his fate.

In Jon's words, this is the place to beat him!
So, Polnareff decided that after this incident was over, he would never come to Italy again in this life!
At the same time, the front desk of the hotel.

"Drip drip drip drip."

The sound of the telegraph machine was very regular, which was addicting at first, but after a long time, it made people feel a little irritable.

Under the watchful eyes of the lady at the front desk, Jon picked up the telegram that had just been typed with a hint of warmth, and swept the content on it.

After pondering for a moment, he turned his head and smiled kindly at the young lady.

"Hello, is there a computer in the hotel?"

"Ah, yes, please come with me."

The lady at the front desk blushed for no reason and led Jon into the hotel's exclusive computer room.

As soon as he entered the door, Jon couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Computers in 1988 were extremely old-fashioned machines, clunky and sluggish, unable to do anything but send emails.

Fortunately, he didn't want to start a League of Legends game across time and space, and it was enough to be able to send emails.

"Do you need anything else?"

Staring at Jon's handsome, exotic face, the lady at the front desk mustered up the courage to speak.

Jon glanced at her and shook his head gently, "No, I don't need anything, thank you."

A clear refusal, without showing any sympathy.

The lady at the front desk was extremely disappointed. After bowing and saluting, she bowed her head and walked out of the room.

Jon didn't care.

ONE NIGHT IN NAPLES?

Still don't.

business matters!

After sending an email to Joseph, Jon waited a long time for a response.

I opened the email and waited for more than ten minutes before I saw the attached picture: it was a very dimly lit office with curtains hanging, and there was almost nothing other than a desk and a few pots of ornamental green plants.

Sitting behind the desk was a man with long hair covering his face, making it difficult to see his face.

Jon narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Diablo."

After returning to his senses, he looked at the text edited by Joseph.

"Jon, are you and Abdel and their trip going well? Everything is fine at home, don't worry.

Recently, your mother's menopausal symptoms have rarely improved. She asked me to give you a message, saying that she misses you very much.

By the way, to help you, I smashed a Canon EOS 650. When you come back, I hope you can give me the money - Joseph Joestar. "

"Ah."

The corners of Jon's mouth twitched involuntarily.

He then forwarded the mail to Jotaro.

There is an eight-hour time difference between Italy and Neon. Now it is late at night here, and it should be morning on Jotaro's side.

The time is just right.

This time, Jon sat in front of the computer until dawn, waiting for his nephew to reply.

Unlike Joseph, what Jotaro sent were many pen sketches.

Don't think about it, it must be the handwriting of 'Platinum Star'.

"Now I'll see where you're going!"

Jon was instantly drowsy.

For example, let's say the first picture Joseph sent was 360P.

Then, Jotaro's 'Platinum Star' relied on metamorphosis-level precision to abruptly upgrade the 360P image quality to 4K!

In view of the fact that the current screen resolution is not so exaggerated, Jotaro specially used many sketches to outline the details.

As expected of A Qiang, who is stern on the outside and delicate on the inside, my uncle gives you a thumbs up!
After reading one by one, Jon quickly found a useful clue: the gray curtain behind Diablo faintly revealed the outline of a dolphin-shaped billboard.

In other words, looking for a dolphin-shaped billboard in Naples is equivalent to locking Diablo's position!

On the other side, a decoration company, the manager's office.

"Why. Why is there no news yet"

Jon hadn't slept all night, and so did Diablo.

The uneasiness lingered in my heart, like a lingering nightmare.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that something happened to the 'assassination team' led by Risut.

"Who is it! Who is shooting!"

Diablo grabbed his hair with a twisted face.

He couldn't remember what kind of immortal he had provoked.

First Polpo, then Risut.

who is the next?
Himself!

Thinking of this, Diablo felt that he couldn't sit still and must do something!

Pulling out a piece of office paper, he thought for a few seconds and left a paragraph on the paper.

"Dear Tobio, now, I need you to help me do one thing, which is related to the future of our organization, please be careful.

Three gringos have invaded Naples, which we love. You go to investigate secretly, and after you get useful information, contact me the old way - BOSS. "

The tip of the pen stopped, and a pink face suddenly appeared on Diablo's forehead!
Then, he rolled his eyes and instantly lost consciousness.

A few minutes later, Tobio Yoyo, who had a completely different figure and aura, woke up and saw the message on the desk at a glance.

"Ah, it's the BOSS's handwriting!"

He quickly read it word for word.

After reading the whole letter, Tobio folded the letter very carefully, put on his coat and walked out the door.

(End of this chapter)