Uplifting Journey

In the evening when the sun was about to set, in a small city near the national border in northern North America, a taxi slowly stopped on the side of the road at the edge of a remote neighborhood that the locals kept secret.

The back door facing the street was opened, and a burly man about two meters tall pressed the brim of his peaked cap with one hand, and slowly stepped out of the relatively narrow car for him.

After scanning around, the man with a square and resolute face waved his hand to straighten out the curled windbreaker, and then he heard someone behind him say "Hello".

The middle-aged black driver who rolled down the window held the money he had just received in one hand, hesitated for a while, and then reminded the man on the side of the road who had a pleasant chat with him before: "I don't know that you are out of place here. here's trying to do something, but you'd better be careful

"Although you are good at fighting because of your physique, they are all doing things on the border in the streets ahead. They won't hesitate at all. You can do it yourself."

Hearing the driver's vague prompt, the man in white looked at the stranger calmly for a few seconds, then nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

Does an organization serving drug lords bring such fear to those around it after its rise?

After watching the taxi leave, the man in white clothes with hem fluttering in the wind walked to the bench under the street lamp and sat down, ignoring the faint sights coming from around him, he waited silently.

Within a few minutes, a middle-aged white man in a black suit hurried over. After looking around with some anxiety, he sat next to the man in the windbreaker, and handed over the information bag he was holding tightly in his hand.

"Jostar-san. Ah no, Mr. Jotaro Kujo." The middle-aged white man who almost bit his tongue seemed nervous, "Why did you come here to risk yourself? Just wait for a while, we SPW The combat department under the group will be able to mobilize manpower."

".As far as I know, none of your stand-in envoys has time to come here," said Jotaro Sorajo, glancing at the investigator who called himself by his matriarchal surname, pulling out a stack of documents from the information bag and browsing quickly. He said calmly, "This is a city after all, and there are some problems with the authorities, so it is impossible for you to use too powerful thermal weapons here.

"In a short period of time, you have nothing to do with the guys in front, but we can't hold back—the guys inside have no restraint in using that power."

Pulling out a character file from the file, Kujo Jotaro looked at the gloomy bald black man named Basaro on the profile head, and then took out a photo from the inside pocket of his windbreaker to compare with it .

In this photo written by his grandfather Joseph's stand-in ability "Hermit's Purple", there is a person who looks exactly like the profile picture standing in front of a person imprisoned by a large number of metal shackles, holding a Gorgeous arrows stabbed at the imprisoned.

The arrow with its appearance full of ancient atmosphere, or the special arrowhead at the top of the arrow, is the root of the awakening ability of some substitute messengers in this world.

Such arrows, in the investigation results of the group organization formed by the Joestar family, the Spitwagen consortium and other powerful forces, there are at least six arrows.

"The results of previous investigations have confirmed that those who are stabbed by the 'arrow' will rapidly mutate under the stimulation of viruses and mysterious forces. The hope of survival is very slim, but as long as they survive, they will awaken the ability of substitutes beyond common sense."

After putting down the photo in his hand, Jotaro Kujo recalled with a serious face the members of the drug trafficking organization who were suspected of acting as substitute messengers mentioned in the information: "There are already four substitute users that you have detected, plus Others that cannot be determined, and those who disobeyed and were killed by the leader of the organization after awakening, and those who did not awaken successfully”

Recalling the apparent increase in the missing population rate in this city recently, Jotaro Kujo dropped the documents and stood up abruptly: "It cannot be delayed any longer. As time goes by, there will only be more and more victims. I am determined to An evil stand-in messenger with terrifying abilities like Dior is not allowed to appear in this world again."

As long as he thinks of the terrible power of Dio, the vampire who invaded the body of the ancestor of the Joestar family a few years ago and lived for a hundred years to modern times, and thinks of those companions killed by Dio, Jotaro Kujo's heart throbs endlessly——

If he hadn't obtained the same terrifying ability as Dio in that death battle, driven by blood and fate, what awaited them would only be despair. So since that battle, he and his companions have been looking for Dio's substitute ability source, until he gradually grasped the clue of the arrow.

Seeing the man in white walking towards the location marked in the information without hesitation, the middle-aged white man was stunned for a moment, then swallowed the words of persuasion on his lips, and looked at the back of the man who was walking forward with respect and trust—— Also, why should he worry about the other party? That's Kujo Jotaro

Those enemies should be the ones to worry about—what they have to face is the "strongest" man in the world.

"Bah, another failure."

In the gloomy, weird basement full of all kinds of ancient and modern instruments of torture, Basaro, who was only wearing a white vest on his upper body, kicked the thin young man who was shackled and imprisoned in front of him a little annoyed.

The young man who had been kicked violently in the abdomen was limp and silent, only a streak of blood splashed from the deep wound on his chest, which splashed onto Basaro's trousers piecemeal.

"'Shackles'? Why are you still standing there, get a new one!" After confirming that the experimental product was completely dead, Basaro glanced at the layers of old and new blood stains on the bottom of his trousers, and turned his head impatiently to the standing in the corner of the room. The woman with torture scars growled.

The ugly woman "shackle" with a lot of scald marks on her scalp stared blankly at the silent detainee. She vaguely felt that she should have seen it somewhere before she was caught and tortured by this organization. This dead young man—could it be said that the power of the organization has begun to spread unscrupulously to some places?

"Disobedient slut." Seeing that the woman curled up in the corner didn't respond, Basaro frowned, and a phantom appeared around him—a strange figure that ordinary people couldn't see, with a black hood There seemed to be black smoke under the cloak.

A figure made of black smoke appeared behind Basaro, its dark face opened its long and narrow blue eyes, and then a strange weapon with a red iron at the end slowly protruded from its cloak.

The shackles watched by the ghostly blue eyes screamed, and a red brand appeared on her left shoulder, and endless pain instantly overwhelmed her mind.

I don't know how long it took, a feeling of incomparable warmth, comfort, and happiness brought back the saneness of Shackles, and Shackles who came back to his senses showed a flattering look to Basaro, and immediately turned his eyes away after the phantom behind the other party disappeared He waved to the young man who died next to him.

In an instant, the metal shackles imprisoning the young man moved like a python, and the wall behind the young man twisted and opened a passage, and the young man connected by chains was thrown into it like garbage.

The next moment, the ceiling of the basement also squirmed, and a woman in ragged clothes fell into the gloomy basement like the food scraps spit out after being chewed by a giant beast, and then she was caught by the chain extending from the wall, violently The ground hit and imprisoned on the wall.

"Woman?" Basaro frowned. Being in such a gloomy environment, he was in a bad mood and couldn't bring up any "sexual interest" for such a woman with a decent face and figure. "Didn't I call those gangs?" Do you want to get more stocks with decent willpower and physical fitness? If this continues, when will my substitute 'slave master' catch a new slave with a substitute?"

After muttering something, Basaro, who was too lazy to change, picked up the simple arrow placed on the table, and stabbed it at the woman's neck.

Adding water to the setting, it is so difficult to explain the concept of nouns with characters and plots. If you don’t pay attention, the setting that can be finished in a few words can be filled with many chapters.

emmm, and it's quite difficult to write, if it involves some original characters, it should be simpler, it should be

Dr. Cheng originally didn’t intend to write too much about the plot world, but Chef Jo couldn’t help but want to add some private goods into it, and it seems that there is a trend of sacrificing my next book as a substitute, emmm