Polnareff grinned and looked at Abdel, who was changing his dressing.
"I said, can't you be gentler?"
Without waiting for Abdel to reply, he continued: "So it's not okay to talk about men.
Where is the nurse? Where is the cute and young nurse? I ask for a replacement!"
Hearing this, Abdel increased the strength of his hands with an expressionless expression.
"Ah!"
Polnareff suddenly howled like a killing pig.
Fortunately, this is a high-end hotel, and the soundproofing facilities are first-class.
Otherwise, they both will have to be complained!
After changing the medicine, Abdel was so tortured by Polnareff that he sat down on the single sofa and took a long breath.
"It's finally over."
"Hey, what do you mean by this expression? Do you dislike me? Mohammed Abdel, you have changed!"
Polnareff still kept talking.
Abdel was so upset by his quarrel that he couldn't help but said: "Okay, let's calm down for a while, if you move around when you are injured, be careful of leaving behind sequelae!"
"I know my body. It's not like I haven't suffered more serious injuries before." Polnareff muttered, "I...I just feel so worried that I want to talk."
Abdel is silent.
Bobo, the unlucky kid, had a bad start in the first battle. He was pulled into a strange mirror world before he had a formal fight with the enemy.
When he successfully escaped from the mirror world, it was supposed to be the time for him to show off his talents, but the substitute who stayed outside directly became a drag, and the classic was left with no health without firing a single shot.
Abdel comforted: "You can rest in peace and recover, and leave the rest to me and Jon."
"I want to help too."
Polnareff smiled bitterly.
Naples seems to conflict with his destiny.
In Jon's words, this poor place can defeat him!
Therefore, Polnareff decided that after this incident is over, he will never come to Italy again in this life!
At the same time, the hotel front desk.
"Didi-di-di-di."
The sound of the telegraph machine is very regular. It sounds addictive at first, but after a while, it makes people feel a little irritated.
Under the watchful eye of the young lady at the front desk, Jon picked up the newly typed, warm telegram and scanned the contents.
After pondering for a moment, he turned his head and showed a kind smile to the young lady.
"Hello, are there computers in the hotel?"
"Ah, yes, please come with me."
The young lady at the front desk blushed for no reason and led Jon into the hotel's exclusive computer room.
As soon as he entered the door, Jon couldn't help but sigh.
Computers in 1988 were extremely backward, old-fashioned machines that were bulky and slow and could not do anything except send emails.
Fortunately, he didn't want to play a game of League of Legends across time and space. It was enough to be able to send emails.
"You...do you need anything else?"
Staring at Jon's handsome and exotic face, the lady at the front desk mustered up the courage to speak.
Jon glanced at her and shook his head gently, "No, I don't need anything anymore, thank you."
A clear rejection without any mercy.
The young lady at the front desk was extremely disappointed. After bowing, she lowered her head and walked out of the room.
Jon doesn't care.
ONE NIGHT IN Naples?
Better say goodbye.
Business matters!
After sending an email to Joseph, Jon waited for a long time before receiving a reply.
I clicked on the email and waited for more than ten minutes before I saw the attached picture: it was an extremely dark office with curtains and almost nothing else except a desk and a few pots of ornamental green plants. There is a man sitting behind the desk. His long hair covers his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly.
Jon narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Diavolo."
After coming back to his senses, he looked at the text edited by Joseph.
"Jon, did you and Abdel's trip go well? Everything is fine at home, don't worry.
Recently, your mother's menopausal symptoms have rarely improved... She asked me to bring you a message, saying that she misses you very much.
By the way, in order to help you, I smashed a Canon EOS 650. When you come back, I hope you can give me the money - Joseph Joestar."
"Heh."
The corners of Jon's mouth raised unconsciously.
Then, he forwarded the email to Jotaro.
There is an eight-hour time difference between Italy and Neon. It is late at night here, but it should be morning over Jotaro.
The time is just right.
This time, Jon sat in front of the computer until dawn waiting for his nephew's reply.
Unlike Joseph, Jotaro sent many pen sketches.
No need to think about it, it must be the work of ‘Platinum Star’.
"Let me see where you run now!"
Jon suddenly lost all sleep.
For example, if the picture Joseph sent for the first time was 360P.
Well, Jotaro's "Platinum Star" relied on abnormal precision to abruptly upgrade the picture quality from 360P to 4K!
Since the current screen resolution is not that exaggerated, Jotaro specially used many sketches to outline the details.
As expected of Aqiang, who has a cold appearance but a delicate heart, my uncle gives you a thumbs up!
After reading them one by one, Jon quickly found a useful clue: the gray curtains behind Diavolo faintly revealed the outline of a dolphin-shaped billboard.
In other words, finding a dolphin-shaped billboard in Naples is equivalent to locking in Diablo's location!
......
......
On the other side, there is a manager’s office of a decoration company.
"Why...why there is no news yet..."
Jon didn't sleep all night, and so did Diavolo.
The uneasiness lingers in my heart, like a lingering nightmare.
He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that something might have happened to the 'assassination squad' led by Risot.
"Who is it! Who is taking action!"
Diavolo grabbed his hair with a twisted expression.
He couldn't remember which god he had offended.
First it was Bolbo, then Risot.
Who's next?
Is he himself!
Thinking of this, Diavolo felt that he could not sit still and wait for death, he must do something!
Pulling out a piece of office paper, he thought for a few seconds and left a paragraph on the paper.
"Dear Tobio, now, I need you to help me do something. This is related to the future of our organization. Please be careful.
Three gringos have invaded our beloved Naples. Go and investigate secretly. After you get useful information, use the old method to contact me - BOSS."
The pen tip paused, and a pink face suddenly appeared on Diavolo's forehead!
Then, he rolled his eyes and lost consciousness instantly.
A few minutes later, Tobio, whose figure and aura were completely different, woke up and saw the message on his desk.
"Ah, it's BOSS's handwriting!"
He quickly read it word for word.
After reading the entire letter, Tobio folded the letter with great care, put on his coat and walked out of the door.