MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 121 You're Like a Machine

As night fell, a man lay on the ground. He was strong and had a resolute face, but his eyes were empty and white, with no life in his pupils.

A blind man's cane lay at his feet. At this moment, his remaining life force was draining away at an alarming rate, and the flame of his life was about to be extinguished.

The man's name was Endor, and he was a loyal henchman of the vampire Dio.

His Stand is named Geb, and its form is like water. It can move underwater and launch surprise attacks. Its shape can change at will, and its sharpness is enough to easily cut steel and even pose a threat to helicopters flying close to the ground.

However, just now, Ndol launched an attack on everyone in the desert outside Cairo.

That Stand, which was originally powerful, could be controlled from a distance, and was almost immune to most physical attacks, was defeated by Polnareff's Silver Chariot.

The silver chariot, whose only means of attack was its blade and which theoretically could not harm Geb, cut him into a mist of water at extreme speed, leaving him unable to move as he was enveloped by the sword wind.

Subsequently, it was 90% evaporated by the flames created by Avdal.

Because of the close connection between the Stand and its user, even though it was a remotely controlled Stand, Endor was brought to the brink of death.
After everyone gained powerful Ripple energy, both their defense and attack capabilities were greatly enhanced.

Endor's attacks posed no threat to them and were easily repelled.

Under Jotaro Kujo's superhuman eyesight, Endor, who was hiding in the darkness in the distance, was also found by the group.

"Ha..." Even in his last moments, Endor was still mocking everyone.

"Laughable fellows, possessing only a pitiful amount of power, yet they dare to challenge Lord Dio!"

"Lord Dio's power far exceeds your imagination! Just wait! Wait to be killed by Lord Dio!"

"You bastard!" Joseph, his face grim, withdrew his Stand, Hermit Purple, from Endor's head.

The vines of Hermit Purple emerged from the sand, creating a blurry image of Dio, but only his back was visible and indistinct.

From the moment Dio's resurrection was discovered until now, some mysterious force has been hindering Hermit Purple's ability to detect him.

Even now, Joseph's Hermit Purple has been greatly enhanced, forming a strong humanoid form, but his intelligence gathering ability is still interfered with by some kind of power from Dio.

Even using Dio's men as intermediaries to try to obtain information yielded no results, and no more detailed intelligence could be obtained.

"Is that Dio guy really worth your loyalty?!" Joseph questioned.

"Ha, you wouldn't understand. Even the wicked have their saviors!" Endor's lips curled up.

Then, he looked at a hollow humanoid figure to the side.

With its extremely keen hearing, which is almost beyond human perception, just as bats can locate objects using sound waves, it can also use sound waves to detect the shape of objects at close range.

At close range, he could 'see' a strange silhouette that neither reflected nor made any sound, like an empty void, next to five strong figures.

He understood that this was the strange cube-shaped stand-in mentioned in the intelligence report.

"You're that damned cube-shaped guy, aren't you? I have something else to tell you. Lord Dio asked me to pass on a message to you."

Fang Zheng tilted his head, puzzled, and asked, "What is he trying to say?"

恩多尔嘴角扬起一股弧度：“（纬度：25°00'22.0“N）（经度：72°15'18.0“E）有个名为Chak的村落，那里，会有你很想杀的东家伙。”

As the last sentence fell, Endor's body suddenly convulsed rapidly, then remained still.

Joseph immediately checked and found that the guy had used a stand-in to churn his brains inside out.

"Fang Zheng! Quickly use your healing... huh?" Everyone immediately realized that Fang Zheng's figure had disappeared from the spot.

Joseph frowned deeply: "What did Dio mean by that? What was he trying to tell Fang Zheng? And why did Fang Zheng suddenly leave?"

Abdel suddenly said, "The latitude and longitude coordinates that this guy just recited seem to be in India. I think I vaguely remember that place..."

He frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "This place seems to be a human trafficking market in India, and it's somewhat well-known in the underworld."

"It's a company that specializes in trafficking women, and its main business is training sex slaves..."

A string of words that must be marked with an asterisk, and a series of events that any person with a normal moral compass would absolutely find intolerable, were uttered by Abuder.

"What?" Jotaro Kujo's brows furrowed even more, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.

But with a furrowed brow, he still slowly said, "I roughly know what Fang Zheng is going to do..."

Jotaro Kujo frowned as he looked into the distance, towards Cairo, and let out a deep breath: "What he did is probably a good thing, but although I hate to admit it, it might not be a good thing for us..."

……

While waiting for Fang Zheng, the group remained in place, wary of any potential attack.

Fang Zheng's figure returned to the scene after disappearing for about an hour.

……

Outside Cairo, the night was as dark as ink, and the dim moonlight shone on the vast yellow sand.

A dilapidated pickup truck sped across the desolate land, kicking up a cloud of dust.

This road is remote and rugged, winding and narrow. Only residents of a few small towns in a remote area outside Cairo occasionally choose this road to travel to the city.

At this moment, the pickup truck's engine was struggling to run, groaning as if it were about to break down, and foul-smelling exhaust fumes were constantly billowing out.

The faded logo on the vehicle indicates that it is a pickup truck assembled locally by Nasser Automobile Manufacturing Company.

It is typically used in rural areas around Cairo to transport agricultural products and other agricultural supplies, and is also often used by small businesses and individuals to transport goods.

The rear compartment was completely covered by a canvas, bulging and full, and it was unknown what was hidden inside.

"Heh, the goods have actually arrived!" A rough, hoarse voice rang out in the night.

The bandit leader pressed his ear to the ground, relying on years of experience to analyze passing vehicles and pedestrians through the earth's signals.

"This damn road, and people are actually taking a detour here so late at night. Are they trying to avoid paying our tolls? What a bunch of damn idiots!" another voice chimed in.

"Hey! Who cares? We don't usually have time to deal with this kind of nonsense, but since the boss has given the order, whether they're trying to evade tolls or what, just kill them all!" The third voice was tinged with excitement.

"However, it's all hidden behind here. Could there be something good hidden there?" some people began to speculate.

"Sneaking around like this late at night, it must be something good. Let's intercept it and take a look!" Everyone seemed to have reached a consensus.

"Brothers, let's go for it!" the leader's voice rang out, and then several camels quietly appeared from the side of a sand dune, silently approaching the roadside.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, followed by the screeching sound of brakes.

Due to a trap buried in the gravel, both front tires of the old pickup truck blew out simultaneously. Amidst the screeching of brakes and tires, the pickup wobbled a few times before finally coming to a steady stop on the side of the road. As flames appeared, shouts of battle erupted.

The bandits rode in on camels, armed with AK47s and machetes, and surrounded the pickup truck.

"Listen up, everyone in the truck! No matter what goods you have on board, unload them all!" the bandits shouted, their faces contorted with cruel smiles.

"Your money! Your car and your goods, whatever they may be, the Silver Sand Gang wants them all!"

"If you know what's good for you, kneel down and lick my feet, and we might spare your life!" they laughed, already considering the pickup truck theirs for the taking.

However, after a series of shouts, the bandits did not hear any pleas for mercy or screams of panic.

In the dead of night, under the dim moonlight, the old pickup truck remained dark and extremely quiet, without making a sound.

"Hmm?" One of the bandits suddenly frowned, as if he had sensed something was wrong.

"This car... seems to have had its lights off from the start?" It's so late at night, the moon is dim and we can't see the road at all. What kind of crazy person would be so fearless as to drive without their lights on?

Could it be that the headlights are broken?
He impatiently slapped the car window, fiddled with the door handle, and tried to pull it open.

In the darkness, illuminated by the firelight, two figures could be seen in the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

Two figures dressed in black with their faces covered.

The bandit started cursing: "Hey! You idiots! Didn't you hear me? I told you to get down here!"

"Huh?" The bandit suddenly blinked hard.

"Ah!" With a scream, his legs suddenly gave way and he collapsed to the ground, pointing at the car window with a look of terror on his face.

"What's wrong with you, kid?" His companions all gathered around.

"Them!" the bandit screamed in terror, trembling as he retreated.

"They have no shame!"

Under the firelight, the two figures dressed in black in the driver's seat and passenger seat were empty beneath their masks!
"You... are you another one here to rob us?"

"That bastard Diona, he really has a lot of power."

"The army, gangs, and bandits, they all came."

A low, impatient voice suddenly came from the back of the car.

The two pieces of clothing on the driver and passenger seats suddenly slumped down, while an extremely strong arm, like that of Hercules, emerged from under the tarpaulin in the back of the vehicle.

That arm gently covered the muzzle of an AK.

"Fire!" Amidst the continuous banging of gunfire, the bandits, illuminated by the firelight, were horrified to see that even though they had already fired, the dilapidated pickup truck seemed to be protected by a god.

Some mysterious force intercepted every single bullet in mid-air, preventing it from advancing any further.

"Uh...uh...uh..." The bandit whose gun was blocked looked at the arm in front of him that was unharmed by the gunfire, and the deformed gun barrel that had been squeezed out of his fingers like cream when he gently pinched it.

This horrifying scene caused him to suddenly kneel down, his eyes rolled back, and white foam spilled from the corner of his mouth. He was so frightened that he fainted.

Amidst terrified screams, the remaining bandits tried to struggle again. "Fire!"

Another round of firing was launched, but it was still to no avail; all the bullets were intercepted in mid-air.

The incredibly strong arm gripped the outer wall of the carriage, gently squeezing and bracing it. A piercing creaking sound rang out, and from the twisting of the metal sheet, a tall, strong figure, like a god descending to earth, stepped out.

His spiky, unruly hair was topped with an ill-fitting hat, beneath which lay a face as solemn as a deity.

The figure was as tall as a god, with wrists thicker than an ordinary person's calves, and muscles all over his body like divine iron.

Jotaro Kujo frowned slightly, and in the dim light of the night, his eyes seemed to glow with golden electricity!
"what……"

"Ah..."

"O Horus, God!"

Amidst the groans of "Aba aba," waves of foul stench assaulted Jotaro's nose.

Several bandits were so frightened by his angry gaze that they lost control of their bladders!

"Jotaro, let me probe a little."

The tarpaulin was torn off again, and Joseph then tumbled off the carriage, accidentally leaving a clear handprint on it.

After the surge in Ripple power, although they managed to master their newfound power during the brief exchange of blows, they did not lose control of their battle due to the increased power.

However, some of the subtle habits from his past haven't changed, and he might accidentally crush or damage ordinary items.

With a light tap of his right foot, the vines of the Hermit's Purple burst forth, enveloping the bandits like tentacles.

The sand on the ground trembled, forming a sand painting in front of each bandit, with numerous clear images rapidly appearing.

Those were the crimes they committed.

rubbing his temples, Joseph waved his hand, and the purple vines transformed into whips, leaving a mark on the face of each bandit.

He said with a headache, "Alright, Jotaro, let's go first. From now on, we'll leave these bandits here to Fang Zheng."

Seeing his grandson's angry face, Joseph reached out to stop him again: "Jotaro, I know you don't like it, but if you have a choice, try not to kill people."

"I don't object to you killing bad guys, but at least before the final battle, try not to kill anyone to avoid losing your composure."

"Hmm." Nodding slightly, Jotaro Kujo conjured a phantom image of Star Platinum's arm, which flung out a handful of sand, severing the limbs of all the bandits with precision like a shotgun, before turning and leaving.

The two men returned to the back of the pickup truck and wrapped themselves tightly in tarpaulins.

The vines of the Hermit Purple once again propped up the clothes in the driver's cab, disguising them as human figures. At the same time, they silently penetrated into the tire through the puncture in the front wheel, providing support and making the tire appear as if it had never been damaged.

The vehicle drove off into the distance again, leaving behind only the screaming bandits waiting for their deaths.

A moment later, a cube-shaped figure suddenly appeared in front of the bandits from afar.

Amidst their constant wailing and struggles, the bandits were horrified to discover that a blank-faced, cube-shaped humanoid figure was floating in the dim night sky.

In the dim light, they couldn't make out the exact shape of the cube-shaped figure, but they could feel a chilling sense of dread.

"Ah!" one of the bandits cried out in terror, "What are you?"

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I'm ordering you not to come any closer!"

Despite his broken arms and legs, he was still driven by fear to desperately wriggle backward, trying to escape the bizarre and terrifying monster.

However, the next moment, the cube-shaped humanoid's gaze fell on the bandits' faces, where the marks formed by the Hermit's Purple Whip were clearly visible.

The blocky figure tilted its head, as if deep in thought.

In just ten frames, or about 0.083 seconds, the blocky humanoid figure disappeared in several flashes.

Only four corpses, smashed to pieces by the terrifying force, remained, their blood and limbs splattered everywhere in the moonlight.

……

At this moment, Joseph was using the Hermit's Purple to slowly move the vehicle forward.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked to the side. "Fang Zheng, you're back."

"Yes, I'm back." Fang Zheng's voice was calm as usual.

After a moment's hesitation, Joseph asked, "Fang Zheng, where did you go this time, and how many people did you kill?"

Fang Zheng casually said, "A total of 167 people were killed at coordinates (***, ***, ****), including 137 men, 30 women, and 105 adults..."

His tone was calm, as if he weren't killing people, but simply replaying kill statistics.

“Is that so…” Joseph remained silent, simply maneuvering the dilapidated pickup truck used for camouflage forward.

The few people hidden in the pickup truck, despite being full of confidence in their own strength.

But they also clearly realized that the upcoming decisive battle might no longer feature Fang Zheng's miracle of infinite resurrection after death.

They have to risk their lives and fight with all their might!
(End of this chapter)