MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 122 The Siege of Cairo

The dilapidated pickup truck slowly drove into the city from the edge of the remote slum, bypassing the blockade of the main exit.

In a dark alley, Jotaro Kujo and his companions emerged.

Polnareff tilted his head, and a creaking sound came from his joints.

He yanked his hands behind his back in an extremely difficult position, complaining, "Ugh, finally Cairo! How many times have we been stopped along the way since last night? Thugs, bandits, soldiers—what a bunch of bastards!"

Jotaro Kujo glanced at the blazing sun in the sky, frowned, and said, "This is the fifth time now. That bastard Dio has considerable power and is using this method to constantly test us, or rather, to test Fangzheng."

They walked out of the alley and looked at the few newspapers posted on the street wall. Jotaro frowned, lowered his head, his face hidden in the shadows, and said in a low voice, "And now it seems that this bastard has successfully tested us."

On the wall, a brand-new newspaper boldly proclaimed:

"A large criminal syndicate has been discovered in a border town in Thailand, a prime location in Southeast Asia, and has been engaged in a series of related criminal activities such as rape, murder, and murder for a long time."

"In Mexico City, a shocking battle has broken out between drug cartels and government forces..."

"It is reported that a large-scale famine is raging in the ** region of *country*, with millions displaced and in urgent need of assistance from all sectors of society..."

From beginning to end, there were none of the sensationalist opinions found in conventional news media that cut out the beginning and end just to grab attention.

Only a cold, clear, and well-organized description of large and small crimes, both overt and covert, and various disasters around the world.

The relevant locations, times, and types of crimes were all clearly marked.

Moreover, there was more than one newspaper posted on the wall.

A dozen or so brand-new newspapers, each with different content, all described similar things. Looking around, a considerable number of newspapers were posted in every corner of the street.

Jotaro Kujo, thanks to Star Platinum's superhuman eyesight, was able to clearly read the words on a newspaper even from a hundred meters away.

This made him realize that, even on this single street, each of the newspapers contained different content.

And at the very end of the street, a uniformed worker was still posting new newspapers on the wall.

Given this situation, countless newspapers have probably been posted throughout Cairo.

Jotaro Kujo turned his head and saw that Fang Zheng's figure had already disappeared.

At this moment, in a distant country halfway around the world, a cube-shaped humanoid figure has appeared here, based on the information seen in the newspaper.

Without pausing, he continuously teleported throughout the country, traversing the entire country to investigate the extent of the drought. In specific locations within those arid regions, he placed numerous water blocks that could produce an unlimited amount of water. He also administered healing potions to some people he encountered along the way who were on the verge of dying from disease and hunger, and applied bone meal to a large quantity of crops.

Less than a minute later, on the other side of the world, in Mexico City, the cube-shaped figure flashed out again.

While the information obtained from the newspapers contained accurate locations and details of the actions, it did not provide complete details about the criminal groups involved.

The cube-shaped humanoid figure can only flash repeatedly in all buildings throughout the city, smashing all the traffickers and related criminals within sight and that can be identified into a pulp with a single sword strike.

The name 'Fangzheng' kept flashing through my mind, and I dealt with the known events in accordance with 'Fangzheng's' personality and style of doing things.

Dior has obtained some information about Fangzheng through repeated probing and has taken appropriate measures to deal with it.

The inertia exhibited by 'Fangzheng' means that it will not constantly search for things that human 'Fangzheng' disapproves of, and thus constantly try to stop them.

He doesn't feel the urgency to stop what he can't see or doesn't know.

However, if they learn that something is happening in a certain place that "Fangzheng" disapproves of, and that someone is suffering because of it, or someone is asking for help because of it, "Fangzheng" will not hesitate to stop it if he has the ability, and to beat those who disapprove to death.

Even if it means Fang Zheng will miss the final battle between Jotaro Kujo and the others against Dio...

But whether it's Dior or some random psychopathic killer on the street, it makes no difference to Fang Zheng.

Walking on the somewhat deserted streets, the five men looked at the patrolling soldiers and the few pedestrians in what should have been a bustling area. Abuder frowned and said, “This is different from the last time I came to Cairo. Last time, Cairo was very prosperous and chaotic.”

"On such a bustling street, you're guaranteed to encounter a pickpocket every few steps, it's no joke, and now..."

Suddenly, a loud shout interrupted Abuder's words, and everyone looked in that direction. "Hey! You damned bastards, I finally caught you!" "Yeah, run! Keep running!" Not far away, a patrolling soldier with a gun on his face was furious as he kicked a filthy old beggar to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The butt of the gun slammed into the beggar's face, leaving streaks of blood.

Kakyoin frowned, about to step forward to stop this violence, but Joseph stopped him. "Mr. Joseph?"

"Kakyoin, that beggar is no good person."

Under repeated blows from the soldier's rifle butt, the beggar was knocked to the ground, his teeth smashed. During the beating, a dagger, a packet of unidentified powder, and a wad of crisp banknotes fell from his tattered clothes.

The soldier glanced cautiously to the left and right, and when he saw Joseph and his group staring at him, he glared at them fiercely before smugly stuffing the wad of banknotes the beggar had given him into his pocket.

He carefully picked up the unidentified powder from the ground and slapped it across the face of the screaming beggar. Although his teeth had already been knocked out, the beggar, upon getting the powder on his face, immediately tried to clean it off in terror, but in his panic, he inhaled it into his lungs and quickly passed out.

The soldier looked at the disgusting face with revulsion and spat on it. "Hmph! You old bastard, I've been wanting to get back at you bunch of scoundrels for ages. I don't know what possessed the higher-ups to launch this massive purge. You damned scum, you can just go to jail and wait to die!"

After saying this, the soldier called his companions over, tied the unconscious old beggar with a rope, and dragged him away like a dead dog, leaving streaks of blood on the ground.

Pointing to the pitiful beggar, Joseph said, "Kakyoin, that guy isn't a real beggar."

"Although his skin looked dirty, his body was full and healthy; he was definitely not a starving beggar. And that powder—it's a drug trafficker uses to abduct people!"

After walking through the streets that should have been bustling but were now deserted, the group came to a dark alley. In a place covered in dirty yellow stains, there was a filthy, narrow door in the wall.

Knock knock knock... Joseph started knocking on the door, but there was no response for a long time.

He pulled a wad of banknotes from his pocket and slipped them through the crack in the door one by one. Only then did a pair of eyes cautiously peer through a small hole to the side. A deep voice came from behind: "Now that you've paid the deposit, tell me what information you need."

Joseph pulled a photograph from his pocket and slipped it through the crack in the door. "We need to find the address of this house."

A response came from the crack in the door: "Oh? Looking for an address, but I don't care what you're up to. I'll have the information sorted out by 2 p.m., provided that the house in the photo is indeed in Cairo. Then I'll send someone to find you and hand over the information directly to you."

"Oh, right..." The voice from the crack in the door hesitated. "Consider this a small favor. Whatever you want to do, whether it's revenge or murder, you'd better keep a low profile for the next few days."

"I don't know what happened, but the city's security department heard that there was a big operation, and they even joined forces with the security forces. Starting from early this morning, they suddenly set up a large number of patrols in the city and searched for criminal activities in Cairo. I advise you to be careful."

Under the scorching sun, Joseph and his men hid in an abandoned building high up at night, watching the vast city of Cairo and the soldiers patrolling around, while eating dry rations to replenish their strength.

Fang Zheng had originally left each of them a lot of enchanted golden apples, healing potions, and food such as mushroom stew.

But if they can use the props that are square, then Dio can certainly use them too.

To avoid any unexpected situations during the battle, such as Dio being severely injured and managing to grab a healing potion or a golden apple to fully recover his health on the spot, they refused Fang Zheng's offer and only left each person with an Undying Totem and an Enchanted Golden Apple as insurance.

Jotaro Kujo silently chewed his bread, using the superhuman eyesight of Star Platinum to watch the soldiers patrolling and listen to the screams and shouts of battle that came from all around him.

Kakyoin sat down beside him, saying with a hint of helplessness, "In order to distract Fang Zheng as much as possible, that bastard Dio even went so far as to manipulate officials to carry out a security purge throughout Cairo, trying to prevent Fang Zheng from witnessing any criminal activity..."

He shook his head and sighed helplessly: "That bastard Dio, he'll do anything to get back at us!"

……

Ding ding ding ding…

The phone rang urgently. A tall, long-haired man adorned with numerous hearts answered the call: "Is that so? Hmm, I understand. I will pass the information on to Lord Dio and continue to monitor all intelligence lines and gather all relevant information. Call me anytime if necessary."

"Lord Dio, according to the latest news we just received, the major criminal groups in Mexico, Thailand, the Golden Triangle... all the locations you ordered the newspapers to post about have just suffered a major blow."

"According to reports, these criminal groups were attacked out of thin air by some invisible force. As of now, the death toll has probably exceeded 100,000 and is still rising."

"Also, in the arid region where **country is located, just recently, our intelligence informants discovered that a large number of water cubes, which appear to be Stands, are standing on the ground and constantly spewing water outwards."

"Furthermore, the firefighter in the *country* town hospital mentioned in the newspaper, who was diagnosed with a terminal illness, has just been confirmed by our informant to have miraculously recovered his health..."

The Stand user named Vanilla Ace was kneeling on one knee, his eyes revealing an undisguised fanaticism, constantly reporting relevant information to Dio.

(End of this chapter)