Miss Justice is not motivated

There was no reply; Lord's hand remained pressed against the long sword at his waist. The pressure from Wei Xiang beside him was immense; the honed killing intent was like an invisible blade against his waist, threatening to kill him at any moment.

Suddenly stopping, Wei Xiang didn't speak. He squinted at the depths of the sewer, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

From the bottomless darkness, two figures slowly emerged. One was Bai Qin, who looked irritated, and the other was a young woman with long black hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and a few pimples on her face; judging from her skin color, she was of Asian descent.

"Oh, are you two from the same hometown?" Wei Xiang's smile widened, and he casually stretched out his finger. The rough, thick calluses on his hand made it particularly eye-catching; Bai Qin was at least wondering if she could just chop it off.

"Greetings, Lord Wei Xiang. I am He Xing." The black-haired woman bowed slightly and took a step back, fulfilling her courtesy while also mindful of her dignity.

"He Xing? There's no need to give your name; it's pointless." Wei Xiang, still smiling, flicked his finger, creating a white burst of energy that broke the sound barrier. At such close range, even a three-star Reincarnator would find it difficult to avoid, let alone a Stand user with an ordinary physique.

Therefore, without a doubt, this flick of the finger pierced through He Xing's skull. Wei Xiang said calmly, "I never remember the names of the dead. Have Dio find me the next one."

“No need, please remember my name, Lord Wei Xiang.” A similar figure emerged from the shadows, still the slender He Xing, even the black-rimmed glasses on his face were identical. “Lord Dior is waiting for you all up ahead.”

Ugh... Do I have to see that trash again? How annoying. Having already seen him once, Shirogane really had no motivation. She wondered if she should ask Dio for a few Stand users to be cannon fodder this time.

Remaining silent, Lord walked quietly at the back of the three. Wei Xiang carefully examined He Xing for a few moments before finally saying, "Is this your Stand ability? It's not very convenient for killing... I wonder how many you can have."

"Well then, everyone, this way please." Ignoring Wei Xiang's provocation, He Xing led the three of them through the sewers for a while before stopping.

Just as Wei Xiang was about to ask what was going on and, incidentally, find another way to kill He Xing, the surrounding scene blurred, and everyone's senses became indistinct, making it impossible to clearly perceive anything around them.

Immediately afterward, light appeared and darkness dissipated. Wei Xiang and his two companions found themselves in a luxurious reception room, where a shirtless man sat on a throne—Dio Brando, holding the Iliad in his hands.

Although there were no lights installed in the hall, various crystals emitted colorful light, illuminating the entire room and making everything clearly visible.

"What's wrong, He Xing?" A magnetic male voice rang out, and the Iliad was laid flat on the throne. Dio's figure appeared beside He Xing at some point, while Wei Xiang and the other two, who were standing nearby, did not seem to notice anything amiss and remained calm.

"I apologize for being late." He Xing knelt on one knee to pay his respects, showing genuine admiration for the man before him. "This is Lord Wei Xiang, his detailed information is already..."

"I won't waste time with your nonsense. You already know the situation." Completely abandoning any pretense, Wei Xiang spoke directly. "Just make sure you don't die so easily, and I'll take care of the rest."

This was no longer a matter of dialogue; Wei Xiang's attitude was very clear. If Dio disagreed, then he would simply cripple him to avoid causing further trouble.

For example, in the last "Legend of the Fate Hunter" mission, because Yawan Qianjun was killed by the Red Star Banner people, Wei Xiang had to pay out a lot of universal points. He held a grudge about this for a long time, all because of that old geezer going out to fight.

"Oh, you know what? There used to be people just like you." Dio, no longer bothered by Wei Xiang's attitude, said calmly. "But they're all dead now. Do you know why?"

"!" A conspicuous distortion suddenly appeared in the air, and the white vortex rapidly dispersed. This was because Wei Xiangxiao's palm strike broke the sound barrier, and the attack that tore through the air pressed down heavily on Dio with an unparalleled momentum.

Golden hair billowed high as a golden figure shielded Dio from the blow. The Stand named World had just delivered a powerful punch at a speed comparable to Dio's, intercepting the palm strike capable of tearing through alloy.

Could he really withstand such an attack without using a Stand? That's more like it. Wei Xiang was quite satisfied that Dio was able to withstand the attack.

His body... was covered by an extremely tough layer of energy. It wasn't the same energy I used; it seemed to be the type that could be maintained for a long time. Noticing the protective force around Wei Xiang's body, Dio pondered how many seconds it would take to break through such a defense.

“That’s right, that’s what ‘not so easy to die’ means.” After confirming this fact, Wei Xiang withdrew his hand and continued, “Then I’ll tell you something that you’ll find very interesting: it’s about people like you.”

"The head of Italy's largest Mafia organization, like you, received a portion of the inheritance from the previous group of scoundrels. Don't you want to go see him?"

Chapter Sixteen Misplacement

Fiomichino Airport, located in Rome, is a popular stopover for many tourists visiting Italy each year. The daily passenger flow is considerable; the airport is practically synonymous with bustling crowds.

Recently, Dior, wearing a trench coat, was seen walking through such an airport. Looking at the vast airport teeming with people, a bloodthirsty demon stirred within him, driving him to wreak havoc and drink blood in this setting.

Meanwhile, Dior's personal attendant, Hessin, was standing not far away making a phone call, notifying his personnel in Italy to come and pick them up.

The Reincarnators had absolutely no interest in following others around like babysitters, especially since they didn't take Dio seriously. Therefore, they chose to stay in New York.

"Lord Dior, we have arrived in Italy." Recalling Bai Qin and Wei Xiang's indifferent attitude, He Xing felt angry.

He Xing and the others from the Nine Glory Gods had long been displeased with Bai Qin and Wei Xiang's blasphemous behavior, but due to their limited strength, they were powerless to do anything about it. Therefore, they could only secretly curse these two ungrateful fellows behind their backs.

Dio narrowed his eyes as he scanned the crowds in the airport. In a corner sat a gray-haired girl in a white dress and brown sunglasses. She was reasonably attractive, but nothing more; he'd slept with over a dozen girls of that caliber.

For some reason, the girl with long gray hair particularly attracted Dio's attention. Her casual flipping through an English dictionary was elegant and intellectual, but that wasn't the reason he was drawn to her…

"Lord Dior, our car is ready." Hessin respectfully reported this to Dior, looking at the man before him with reverence. "That 'Boss' has arranged to meet us at the Giosby Meyasa Stadium."

However… He didn't say it aloud, and he felt very strange. The time they agreed to meet was the same day as the home team's decisive match against their regional rivals. Meeting there, while it might provide cover…

“Then let’s go. Hessin, show me the stadium’s schedule.” Just as Dio answered Hessin, a tour group crowded past, and the gray-haired girl who had been sitting in her seat suddenly disappeared into the crowd.

That woman… is strange. But the arrow in Dio's pocket didn't react; the arrow, which should have guided the Stand user, remained unmoved.

So, she's not a Stand user... Recalling Baiqin, Lord, Wei Xiang, and others, Dio didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed.

In New York, a group of Stand users loyal to Dio have not chosen to leave. They are building a burgeoning criminal organization, attempting to use this power to intervene in Mexico, a living hell, and take their first step towards conquering the world.

At Newark Liberty International Airport in New Jersey, three boys and girls who looked quite young stepped off a passenger plane. Their youthful appearance made one wonder how they had managed to board the plane without a guardian.

"So you've already obtained the fragment of the 'arrow'? That's quite remarkable." Iris's eyes widened as she racked her brains to recall the secrets she had heard before. "The location of the fragment you mentioned is one that no one else has ever discovered or seen before."

The three of them didn't rush to hail a taxi after leaving the airport. Instead, they flipped through a map and chatted. Bai Aina was holding a thick book on electronic programming, which she had been cramming on in order to achieve her goal.

On the public forum dedicated to reincarnators, there are countless topics. Some of these topics require a certain amount of general points to view, and these topics usually include various guides on the story world, while others contain content unsuitable for children.

There are indeed more than just a few arrows in the world of JoJo. In the past, some reincarnation practitioners have found fragments of arrows through other means, marked them, and sold them on public forums as exclusive guides.

"To be honest, it's alright. I tried it, but I didn't feel anything." Perhaps because of her perfect biological constitution, Bai Aina didn't feel any changes or abnormalities in herself. "But Miss Secretary and Iris, why don't you two give it a try? Maybe you'll randomly get a good and excellent ability."

"No thanks, I can't use it because of my physical condition." Iris waved her hand, not taking Baina's suggestion seriously.

"You actually know to talk to me..." Even though they met earlier, the Automatic Secretary felt marginalized within the trio. "Similarly, I don't need it because of my constitution, so I'll skip it."

She couldn't help but glance at the two women, wondering about their physical condition. Bai Aina was naturally aware of this, after all, the ○ juice hadn't had any effect whatsoever…

"So, what's our next move?" Having long been accustomed to abandoning the need for independent thought and delegating all action plans to her teammates, Iris, having been a henchman for so long, wasn't quite used to this kind of thing.

"I just checked the airport's security footage and found something interesting." The Automated Scripture didn't answer Iris's question but instead brought up another topic.

"I know, you mean Dior has left New York City, right?"

"Huh? How did you know? You haven't been learning programming languages ​​for very long, have you...?"

"Because the airport was filled with a stench that still lingered, it was comparable to the underwear that the leader had worn for ten days without washing. I can't think of anyone else besides Dior who could smell like that."

"It's confirmed, Dio is a Dreamer, otherwise how could he be so disgusting? What a disgusting brat, all he knows is to use such superficial methods."

"I don't think either of you are very good... all you know how to do is use this kind of..." For a moment, she didn't know how to describe it. The shy and proper girl, the automatic secretary, just couldn't stand Iris and Beina's back-and-forth.

"Can something involving beautiful girls be considered sordid?" Iris was quite pleased with herself, showing absolutely no remorse.

“I agree with you. Can something about beautiful girls be considered wrong?” Bai Aina went even further, but she never stopped turning the pages of the book.

"Are we safe here? Aren't we sure we won't be targeted by enemy Reincarnators or Stand users?" If it weren't for the dense crowds in enemy territory, Iris would naturally be fearless. Although she belonged to the Great Martial Origin, the blonde vampire still possessed a rare conscience.

"It's safe. I've already hacked the airport's cameras. If they find anything, it'll be for some other reason." Taking advantage of the situation, she hacked into the FBI's server. The automated scribe's pupils flashed with countless pieces of information as she scanned the data. "There are a few areas with promising information; let's investigate..."

"Then let's flatten it, every single one of them, they'll all be bread."

Does anyone know where the water plant in New York City is? It's not marked on the map.

Chapter Seventeen Golden Dragon Fish

"Recently, a completely new type of fish has appeared in the waters around Italy, which has never been seen before. Because this fish is entirely yellow, like gold, and moves nimbly and gracefully, it has been called the Golden Dragonfish."

"This fish reproduces extremely quickly and has an exceptionally high degree of environmental adaptability, thriving in both freshwater and saltwater. Furthermore, according to relevant evidence and research, consuming this fish can eradicate all genetic diseases and even treat..."

"The government has issued an order to begin blocking the circulation of Arowana in the market, prohibiting all commercial transactions and private breeding of Arowana until it is ensured that there are no related risks."

While dining at the 80-star hotel, Iris was dumbfounded. She pinched her cheek hard and exclaimed in shock, "Have we really entered the world of JoJo?! Are you kidding me?! What the hell is Golden Dragon Fish?! Is it cooking oil or something?!"

"It's certainly a strange thing; I've never heard of anything like this before..." The Automatic Scripture, also puzzled, devoured a large mouthful of turkey, the meat stuffed with various seasonings, exuding a rich aroma. "However, it doesn't concern us much; it's actually a good thing for the inhabitants of this world..."

However, I'd still like to take one as a sample for investigation; I'm still a little uneasy. Even though this matter doesn't really concern me, the Automatic Bookmark decided to take a golden arowana and study it carefully.

“It’s not surprising, after all, there are all sorts of strange creatures in this world.” Abnormally listless and lethargic, Bai Aina seemed completely devoid of energy. “Maybe they originally lived in the ocean trenches and came out because of tectonic shifts.”

"That doesn't make sense, that reason is completely unreliable." Unable to accept such a reason, the Automatic Secretary looked at the dejected and listless Bai Aina and said softly, "You shouldn't be like this either. This... is also for our next mission."

"I just want to go to the water plant to take a look. It's not a big deal, is it?" Having finished eating, Bai Aina began to flip through the e-book in her hand, putting away her decadent and lazy state.

Upon entering New York City, Baina planned to bleed the water from the largest plant. Luckily, the Automatic Secretary was on the lookout and quickly pulled Iris away to stop her. But this was just a feint; the real bleeding had already taken place.

Using the blood and hand left behind in her Arabian seaside villa, Bai Aina manipulated this blood and hand to devour all the food in the refrigerator, forming a fragile body. This body didn't need to do anything immediately; Bai Aina simply manipulated it to jump into the sea, and the already fragile body instantly dissolved in the water.

After that, an incredibly insane mutation began. Flesh scattered in the water was implanted into all sorts of fish, and the power of perfect creatures began to change and optimize their genes, altering these fish by relying on the ability to customize their genes.

By altering the physical body, they first make it easier to spread, causing a near-infectious phenomenon. Then, the virus, using water as a medium, spreads rapidly, often contaminating an area of ​​the ocean at an extremely fast pace. Thanks to ocean currents and the migration of modified organisms, these perfect biological fragments, enough to turn the world upside down, spread throughout the entire world in just one week.

Although it's currently limited to the waters near Italy... it's more than enough to recreate a body, thanks to the pre-issued instructions. Using the sea as its cradle, a completely new Beaune appeared on the Italian coast, quickly blending into the crowd without showing any abnormality.

Now, after finding a hotel to stay in, the automated secretary began pulling up surveillance footage from across New York City, investigating various sewer entrances and recordings of suspicious individuals. It was a tedious and uninteresting task that would take some time to complete.

Excluding its territorial waters, New York City covers 789 square kilometers and has a resident population of 853 million. As the largest city and port in the United States, and the fourth largest city in the world, finding even a few people in such an environment is no easy task, especially considering the large number of homeless people due to unemployment or educational difficulties. These individuals are undoubtedly prime targets, and their disappearances are often difficult to investigate.

"Here, these are for you. If nothing unexpected happens, there shouldn't be any major problems." The automated secretary casually tossed two small gadgets to Beaina and Iris, explaining as it did so. The gadgets looked soft and fluffy, resembling a layer of pink jelly. "These are bio-computers. They store a map of New York City, and they're tamper-proof… Wait! Beaina, spit this out! You're not allowed to eat it!"

"Hmm, it's even candy-flavored. I prefer cooked food." After chewing the biocomputer down her throat in a few bites, Bai Aina found the taste a bit strange. "Wait? This is a biocomputer? I thought it was jelly."

"..." A headache came over her. Just as the Automatic Memory was about to take out the physical device, Iris tossed a handheld console to Bai Aina.

"Take it and use it. There are games inside, you can play them." Iris stood to the side, pointing to a photoshopped picture. "Look, this is a photo of my wife and me. What do you think? Aren't we beautiful and a perfect match?"

"I'm at a loss for words. Are you and your wife twin sisters?" Looking at the two blonde girls (or boys) on the left, one looking worried and the other looking carefree, Bai Ai Na was momentarily speechless. She didn't know whether to criticize the photoshopped image or Iris's complete lack of awareness. "But can I learn it? It seems quite interesting."

“Of course, no problem! Let me flip through… um, this one!” Iris pulled a book from her storage space and handed it to Beaina, oblivious to her own smugness. “No problem, the next step is to learn how to draw!”

"So, are we going to explore the sewers next? It seems a bit troublesome..." Bai Aina looked at the map of the sewers, feeling a sense of melancholy. It wasn't that she thought it was dangerous, but rather that she found the sewers incredibly filthy.

"You can wait for Radish to finish searching the recordings, but it won't be that quick." Stretching, the Automatic Secretary stood up from the dining table, preparing to go back to its room to work. "Wake me up when it's time to eat, I'm going back to my room to prepare now."

Weapon maintenance, orange cat repair, protective suit inspection, and spell calibration of the logged-in spells—all of this is crucial to victory in battle. The automatic scribe never takes such matters lightly, always striving for perfection.

"Then I'll head out first and go check out the sewers." In an exceptionally good mood, Iris smiled happily. "Does Baina want to come with me? If we go to the sewers now, we might even earn some reward points."

“No, it’s too dirty.” Shaking her head, Bai Aina stood up and walked towards the door. “I’m going to take a walk around the neighborhood, I’ll be right back.”

Chapter 18 Biological Computers

The moment she opened the door and stepped onto the street, leaving the air-conditioned hotel, she could feel the scorching heat... But Bai Aina didn't care about such a slight temperature. As a perfect being, she could effectively regulate her body temperature and adapt to temperature changes.

What truly distressed Bai Aina was the reappearance of various pieces of information in her mind. In the past, besides her regular cultivation, there was another daily task she had to perform.

That is the adjustment of the self, the suppression of perception, and the suggestion of the mind. As a perfect being, Bai Aina's five senses are far superior to those of normal people. Many subtle things that normal people cannot perceive are enough to drive this girl crazy.

Five hundred meters away, in a cheap hotel, a couple was panting heavily; three hundred meters away, a group of brats, whose heads should have been smashed, were burning husky poop. The disgusting taste of the dishes, masked by seasonings, lingered on the tip of the tongue. Even more horrifying... there was still some chicken gizzard in the whole roasted chicken that hadn't been cleaned properly!