The king is I, Diablo!

Where is this again?

Dilo opened his eyes in a bewildered expression. In front of him were towering tall buildings and the streets were full of traffic. No matter how you looked at it, it was not before 2000.

Did I die out of the JOJO world?

It is not unfounded for Dilo to think this way. You must know that even if Jotaro died, the world reset will only be in 2012, and the subsequent stories will not have such a bustling city, but the current location of Dilo is no matter how you look at it. In America in 2015, even people on the street are holding iPhones.

He touched the back of his neck that was still in pain - this time he didn't press B to get out of the city, but fell down the stairs while cleaning and broke his neck directly.

but...

Looking up at the person who was speaking on TV, Dilo finally found a familiar feeling.

"My actions are not motivated by self-interest or selfish desire. I do not pursue the idea of ​​​​pursuing the president based on the pursuit of power or the desire to dominate someone. I have a [patriotism], and everything is for this country. It is me. The action taken after judging [absolutely indispensable].”

Fanny Valentine, known as the President, is the one who said, "My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just."

"Mr. Patriot is also working hard today as always, but I don't know if he eats or not, and the infinite rotation..."

Scratching his head, Dilo felt that the president of this world should not have eaten the infinite turn, because the current time is obviously long after the end of the seventh part. It is estimated that the president of the train of love committed suicide after eating the turn alone. Did not pass this misfortune to other worlds.

And looking at this point of time, it won't be the world of the seventh part.

Forget it, then he is probably not a stand-in messenger, so let's play on his own.

"The result is that he died in a parallel world..."

Dilo muttered, took out the coins in his pocket, and decided to buy some consumables in this seemingly most advanced era to bring back to the abandoned house.

but...

"Hey, octopus head, it's you, hand over the money, or..."

In the dark alley, a group of gangsters surrounded Dilo, wanting him to hand over the money in his hand.

Dilo felt a little distressed.

"What's wrong with Valentine? This is New York. Is the law and order so bad..."

Without using the double, Dilo relied on the inscription to dodge the fatal injuries from the gangsters, and finally knocked down a total of five gangsters at the cost of more than a dozen wounds on his body, and took their wallets.

As for the reason for not using a substitute...

There is such a big camera next to it, I don't know how these little gangsters would think of robbing under the camera, isn't this asking for trouble?

"Isn't it, are they so poor?"

After shaking the little gangster's wallet, Dilo showed a bitter face.

This is too miserable, the money on these guys is enough for a day's food, not enough for the things I want to buy.

Of course, in addition to the money in the bag, there was also a bag of white powder inside, which Dilo threw directly into the trash can after one glance.

Forget it, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it's still meat, so if you can rub a little, it's a little bit.

With such a mood, Dilo walked into the clothing store - the main thing is to find a piece of clothing to cover his exposed upper body. Along the way, many gay-looking guys have invited him.

The American people are so open...

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"Mr. President, they..."

The secretary hesitated to speak, but Valentine already understood what she meant.

"Tell them it's absolutely impossible!"

Valentine's attitude was very firm, and the golden curly hair seemed to exude the luster of 'justice'.

"This is something that is absolutely detrimental to [the motherland] and I will absolutely not allow this bill to pass."

"But they've bought off everyone but you..."

"I will use a veto. As long as I don't let go, their goal will never be achieved!"

Valentine stood up, his tall body full of pressure.

"Okay, you don't need to say any more."

Valentine looked at the clock on the wall and forced a smile.

"It's off-duty time now, and I'm going back to prepare for their possible countermeasures."

After speaking, Valentine didn't wait for the secretary to speak again, and directly put on the windbreaker on the chair and walked outside.

The back of this once high-spirited man who was regarded as the savior of the United States now looks so lonely, like an exiled wolf.

Of course he knows that the secretary has actually been bribed, these words are just an ultimatum given to him by those people, if he rejects this 'good intention', then the next thing he will face may be some 'bad' means .

He will die.

Valentine was well aware of this, but he couldn't stop.

For money, those people actually want to legalize drugs, want to transport drugs by opening the border, and even support local armed forces in Mexico, just for their plantations.

In fact, Valentine appreciates the last point, and even if they are willing to sell it to help the country earn more, Valentine will support it, but if they send drugs to the country...

Sorry, Valentine is not acceptable.

The country across the ocean has proved the dangers of drugs hundreds of years ago. It is impossible for them not to know, but their short-sightedness and arrogance have gone to their heads. They think they can control everything and that technology can solve everything. —Maybe it could, but definitely not now.

"Freedom and democracy... huh."

Looking at the crowd passing by on the street, Valentine showed a happy smile.

At least...it must be worth it to do it yourself?

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After buying two coats, one was put back in the abandoned manor, and the other was worn on the body. Dilo showed a happy smile.

Ah, I finally have new clothes to wear.

But the wallet is also empty, which makes Dilo a little depressed.

Do you want to kill yourself and refresh the coins?Forget it, if he dies and goes back to Da Qiao's era, he has money and no place to spend it.

How about... go to work?

Di Luo had the idea of ​​going to work part-time, but after thinking about it, if he died in the store while working part-time, it didn't seem too good.

You must know that there is still one of your own corpses in the abandoned manor. It would be bad if your dead body scared the shop owner and customers into heart attacks on the spot.

difficult...

The distressed Dilo was thinking while walking, when suddenly the 'inscription' appeared in front of him.

The bullets hit a driving black car in the distance like a storm, and the ricochets that bounced over made more than a dozen holes in his head.

Without time to think about it, Dilo quickly turned into the corner, and then the gunshots rang out, and waterfall-like explosions erupted on the street mixed with wailing.

"Free America, shoot every day."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Dilo, who felt that he had escaped the catastrophe, was about to leave when he turned around and saw the blond figure hiding in the trash can.

"Forehead..."

Dillo waved his hand.

"Good afternoon, Mr. President."