Not long after.

Some corner of Naples, Diapolo dialed a phone call with a cold expression:

"Blasting Team, I have a task to hand over to you:"

"Go to the Segerita neighborhood on the coast of Port Palermo and blow up that place."

“Yes, boss!”

"Our blasting team ensures that we complete the task!"

"But, boss, can you tell me what the specific mission goal is?"

"Didn't I say it, the Segerita neighborhood in Porto Palermo."

"Then what?"

"The goal of this mission is which street and which building in the Segerita neighborhood?"

"No, idiot!"

Diapolo's voice was a little disrespectful.

He tried his best to suppress the turbulence that had stirred up in his heart and roared in that oppressive voice:

"Don't let me say the third time I want you to blow up the building, it's a block, it's an entire block!"

"Take out all the explosives you can use and razed the entire block to the ground!"

""

The younger brother on the other end of the phone was already scared by this crazy order:

"Fry, blow up the whole block?"

"Boss, is this too much? If things get bigger, you will be unable to suppress them!"

“I think”

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think!"

"I don't care what you think. Today, today, I'm going to see the news that the neighborhood has completely disappeared on the headlines of the evening news!"

The little brother of the blasting team had no time to say anything, and Diapolo hung up the phone in annoyance.

He held his phone tightly, and a lingering murderous intent appeared in his evil pupils that blended yellow and green:

"Damn it's so hateful!"

"Why are there such a bad stand-in in the world in Melancholy Blues!"

Melancholy blues can be restored only by two elements of time and place.

What Diapolo hates and is most sensitive to is that someone can detect his past.

When he thought of the substitute of Melancholy Blues, Diapolo felt like a girl with a short skirt. Wherever he went, he felt that someone was staring at his private parts sneakily.

And what's worse is

After follow-up personnel arrived at the scene, only Fernando's body was found.

He saw that he died on some kind of murderous virus, and there happened to be a substitute messenger in the Bugalati squad who could release the murderous virus.

Diapolo could not help but call Bugalati to inquire about the situation, but no one answered the answer.

All signs suggest that Apaki is likely, no, that the entire Bugalati squad has a major suspicion of betrayal of the organization.

"Apaki Li Qing"

"One of them knows my substitute ability, and the other has the ability to go back and explore my true body."

"If they really came together"

"Even if I can erase all the traces that appeared in Palermo Harbour in the morning, I will definitely not be able to erase all the traces I have left in the past, and now and in the future. They will definitely find the loophole!"

Of course, putting aside these things, what Diapolo cares most about is the simple and heavy word "destiny":

"Is it really that coincidental?"

"In just one day, a cockroach appeared first, which could only know my substitute ability but not die, and then a bed bug appeared that could peek into other people's past."

His face stiffly calculated the enemy's inexplicable expansion of combat power:

"There are also Bugalati, Fog, Nalanga, the Mista who dares to call and humiliate me, and the blonde who once appeared on Mount Vesuvius with Li Qing."

"Li Qing's power is getting stronger and stronger!"

"And the person who prompted them to meet"

"It's me, Diapolo!"

Diapolo felt like a fly worm that fell into a spider web. The harder he struggled, the more he was entangled by the spider web:

"If I didn't see that damn stone, I wouldn't be careful to rely on the power of the lower organization."

"If I don't use the power of the lower-level organizations, Bugalati and the others will not be able to meet Li Qing."

"Fate, is this fate?"

Although he didn't know the real result of Bugalati and others going to chase Li Qing, he had instinctively realized that the next situation might be extremely bad.

"Damn it!!"

"This damn fate, is it really not on my side anymore?"

Diapolo, who was entangled by fear and anger, wanted to rush to Li Qing now and solve this serious problem.

But reason told him that he could not be so impulsive.

after all

The ability of melancholy blues is really troublesome.

If he takes action rashly without the confidence to win, his true face will be directly exposed to the other side because of his recklessness.

In this way, the enemy can just replay the battle scenes directly, saving even the effort to spend time finding traces of his past.

"calm"

"The right way to observe the situation first and then make a calm judgment."

Diapolo tried his best to adjust his mind, but his hand unknowingly squeezed the strong Nokia into a shocking crack.

Just when this unlucky phone was about to be scrapped, a sudden phone ringing sound saved it in time.

“Hey?”

Diapolo answered the phone, and a nasty voice came from the other end of the phone soon.

This voice was filled with excitement, excitement, and pleasure, but it was not as respect and awe for the powerful boss of Diapolo:

"Boss, is it the boss?"

"I have noticed your order!"

“Although the journey is a bit long, the time is a bit tight”

"But in order to help my dear boss solve the difficulties, Saike and I worked tirelessly to drive over in a helicopter."

"Ha ha ha ha"

That voice became more and more disgusting:

"How is it, boss?"

"For my faithfulness, Jokorat, can you let me go and kill people this time, right?"

""

Diapolo was silent:

Jokorat, one of his professional guards.

It is no exaggeration to say that this guy is the strongest "business" in his personal guard.

However, Jokerat is a bloodthirsty madman with a murderous habit, and is a biological waste that Diapolo, the "destiny boss", despised.

Diapolo at least killed people with purpose, while Chokrat killed people just for pleasure.

It is of course a good thing that dogs can bite people.

But if this dog bites people madly, the owner will be very unhappy.

"Damn it! Why is this mad dog coming?"

Diapolo thought unhappily:

“This is a densely populated city.”

"If I let this mad dog out and bite people casually, I don't know how much effort I have to spend to help him wipe his butt afterwards!"

He thought so, and then responded in a cold tone:

"Jokolat, you don't need it."
To be continued...