JOJO-Pi shouldn't be cold now, right?

As soon as Irene finished speaking, she felt a gash in her neck. Before she could figure out what was going on, Buccarati's blue stand-in punched her in the face with a fist. Come.

"Fuck, you can't hit someone in the face, let alone I'm a girl."

Although Irene really wanted to complain like this, but her neck was cut open, she brushed the wound on her neck with one hand, and then somersaulted to avoid the oncoming fist of 'Steel Finger', and the blowing wind brought Erin's hair.

Of course, the shooting of Mista and Naranja did not stop.

"Wow, it's so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost got hit."

Irene dodged flexibly in the bullets, and if she couldn't dodge, she would take it hard, and then use the 'Archangel' to heal.

"But it's no use just cutting my throat, ahhhh!"

Although Irene had started to sweat on her forehead, she continued to babble and act aggressively, but before she finished speaking, Bugarati punched him again. Although Irene dodged sideways, but The movement was a little slower than before, and as a result, the clothes were rubbed by the 'steel fingers'.

And then of course—Eileen's t-shirt was split in the front.

Although Irene is only a B, this erotic scene still made the people in the room utter an 'oh hoo' sound.

"Uh...sorry..." Even Bugarati temporarily stopped attacking.

"...It's okay, the time is just right anyway~"

Seeing that Bugarati's attack had temporarily stopped, Irene looked down at the T-shirt that already had a deep V on her chest, then put it on backwards and forwards, and then raised her head and gave Bugarati an unusually brilliant smile.

"What time?"

"Ah!" A girl's scream came from upstairs.

"Terry Hugh!!! When did they come in?" Buccarati turned around, screaming inwardly.

"I didn't say that I came alone~" Irene spread her hands, deliberately putting on a helpless look.

"Then can we have a good talk? You see, although our target is Trish, although we have an advantage, we didn't kill her. Isn't this not sincere? Mr. Bucciarati."

Irene watched Risut and the others walk down the stairs on the second floor step by step. Risut walked in the front, Illuso put the knife on Trish's neck, and the others followed.

"..."

Irene watched with satisfaction that the expression on Buccarati's face became unusually rich. He stared at the assassination team with a murderous look, and then at Trish who was held hostage, and nodded reluctantly.

For a while, the living room was full of people, and everyone in the Bugarati team had a bad look on their faces. After all, the target they needed to protect was right under their noses, and they were stabbed around their necks with a knife.On the contrary, everyone in the assassination team looked relaxed, as if they were in their own stronghold, but the atmosphere in the whole room was still very tense.

"So, do you have any doubts about our goals? Or do you have any doubts about the authenticity of our missions?" Risut said in a low voice after stating the information they received from the boss to Bugarati. asked in a voice.

"Risut, I've been telling them before, but no one believed it. If it wasn't for Giorno, I would have done it directly." Erin folded her arms and stood behind Risut, pouted complained.

"Giorno, do you know someone from the assassination team? Why didn't you tell me before?" Apaki grabbed Giorno's collar and shook it.

"And you boy, just now, have been blocking moves for that woman."

"I..." Before Giorno could say anything, Irene rushed ahead of him.

"Giorno and I are comrades in arms~"

"? Sure enough, this kid is a spy sent by the other side!" If Mista hadn't stopped Apache, he would have punched Giorno in the face.

"Yeah, Giorno is my perfect comrade in pudding and dessert. Our friendship is indestructible! One more thing, I'm Sweetie~"

Irene was completely unaware of what she had just said, and continued to add.

"...Uh...I want to complain in various senses..."

"...Ahem." Buccarati finally spoke, "Although your words are impeccable according to the judgment just now, I still have no way to let you kill Trish."

"Why?" Risut gestured with one hand to the murderous team members behind him not to do anything.

"I don't know if you believe it or not, because... because the order we received was to 'protect the boss' daughter'." Bugarati smiled wryly.

"What?" Just as I knew from Irene that the boss was going to kill Trish's guards again, everyone in the assassination team had different expressions for a moment.

"Does Mr. Bugarati mean that there must be conflicts between us? Don't Mr. Bugarati think this is a boss trap? Let us kill each other." Risut asked .

"This......"

Bugarati actually had this kind of guess when he saw the information from Irene at the beginning, but he was not sure and didn't know why the boss wanted them to kill each other with the assassination team. There was silence, and the atmosphere suddenly froze again.

"Buggarati, let's cooperate with everyone in the assassination team!" Giorno, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about? How can we cooperate with people like them?"

"Hey! The one with the purple lipstick! Make it clear! What kind of people are we?"

"kill you!"

"Cooperation? Our assassination team never cooperates with other teams, but I can hear your plan first."

Risut stared playfully at the blond young man in front of him, and his intuition told him that this young man was definitely more powerful than he looked.

Giorno turned his head to Buccarati, saw that he nodded slightly and agreed with his proposal, and began to talk about his plan:

"We can pretend to fight each other, and then you lose to us on purpose, so that we can successfully bring the boss's daughter to the boss..."

"What? Then we won't be able to complete the mission, won't we be punished by the boss? What kind of shit are you cooperating with?" Jiaqiu interrupted Giorno loudly before he could finish speaking.

"Jacciu, be quiet!" Risut motioned Proxiet to hold down the irritable Jiaqiu,

"Without knowing what the real purpose of the boss is, we take the risk of being punished by the boss for failing the mission. You take the risk that the real purpose of the boss is to get rid of Trixie and you, right?"

"Boy, that's a good idea."

"But, what benefits can we get? After all, people are in our hands now."

"Our group earns 10% of the monthly income on this street. Of course, the prerequisite for getting this money is that we are still alive."

Bugarati kept up with Giorno's thinking, and proposed another tempting condition to the assassination team.

"20%, we can guarantee your safety." Risut stretched out two fingers.

"Yes." Buccarati thought about it and nodded.

"Then, to prove our sincerity, 'Archangel'!"

When Irene heard that Risut and Buccarati had reached a preliminary consensus, she quickly walked up to Naranja, summoned her substitute, and grabbed Naranja's arm.

"Hey! What are you doing...! Let go! Huh? My injury!"

Nalanga first wanted to break free from Irene, but he was surprised to find that all the injuries on his body were healed.

"Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Irene. I can heal with the substitute ability. I can heal even the half-dead~"

Irene seemed to be speaking to the Bugarati team, but actually blinked and made a face at Giorno.

"Well, happy cooperation." Risut held out his hand.

Bugarati looked at all the wounds on Naranja's body and stretched out his hand.

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