Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 64: Rescue the enemy

Like all gangsters who have gone astray since childhood, Nalanja had a very bad childhood.

Nalanja, whose mother died young and whose father was domestically violent and undisciplined and abused, dropped out of school early and wandered the streets. In the end, he was betrayed and framed by his trusted social elder brother, and ended up in a juvenile detention center miserably. .

Because of this, he witnessed the darkest moment of his life at the age of 14.

At this moment, Bucciarati appeared.

Bucciarati took in the homeless Naranja, treated him to pasta, helped him treat his eye disease, and tried his best to persuade him to stay away from the world of gangsters and go home to study hard.

But after experiencing such a complicated life, Nalanja can no longer go back.

He regarded the man who saved his life as a god-like existence, and tried his best to pass the trial to join the organization and serve his "idol".

Because of Bucciarati, Nalanjia became powerful.

As long as Bucciarati wants it, whether it's fighting or killing, he can do it.

But, it’s also because of Bucciarati

Because of that strong yet gentle man, Nalanja, who fell into darkness at a young age and whose hands were stained with blood, always had a light in his heart.

Unfortunately, this light has now killed him.

"Shoot and explode the fuel tank, and the guy in the car will be killed."

"If I don't shoot, I will be killed by the virus."

"How to choose?"

On the occasion of life and death, Nalanjia faced such a difficult choice.

If I didn't have that light in my heart, as a mafia member, this problem shouldn't be a problem at all.

However, he died on it.

"Why not shoot?"

Looking at Naranja, who was trembling all over and turning purple under the torture of the virus, Giorno asked with an emotional expression:

"Are you familiar with the guy in the car?"

"No"

Giorno took a closer look at Mista lying in the car:

"Although I don't know why this guy is here, as far as I know, he should be just a passerby who has nothing to do with the mafia."

"Yes"

Nalanja gasped for breath:

"I don't know him at all."

"He just offended us for some reason, so he was knocked unconscious and brought here."

Hearing this, Giorno’s eyes became more complicated:

"So not only does he have nothing to do with you, but he is also barely your enemy."

"So"

"Why not shoot?"

"Shoot and detonate the fuel tank to kill this outsider. Wouldn't you and your companions be able to survive?"

"I don't know either! Cough cough cough cough"

Nalanja coughed violently, and the blood stains from the corners of his mouth became more and more vivid:

"Don't ask me such complicated questions."

“I’ve had a bad mind since I was a child. I couldn’t read well in school. I would make my father unhappy at home. I would be fooled by others when I was a gangster.”

"I am so clumsy that I won't think so much at all"

"You asked me why?"

"I didn't think about anything, I just did it in a daze!"

As he spoke, he completely lost the strength to support his body and lay on the ground as weakly as a slug about to be melted in the sun.

"Hey Nalanja."

“You’re still talking about me, aren’t you the stupidest guy in this story?”

"You can obviously survive"

Fuge laughed and cursed feebly, but his voice gradually faded into nothingness like his own life that was gradually disappearing.

Similarly, the luster in Nalanja's eyes gradually faded.

The virus is devouring the lives of both of them, and the disgusting and horrific herpes has even appeared on their deformed bodies.

And at this moment

"Have you ever said before that this purple poisonous smoke is a 'virus'?"

Giorno asked so suddenly.

"Yeah."

Fuge responded subconsciously, but immediately closed his mouth.

His life was almost gone, and he just wanted to die with less effort.

However, Giorno only used a short sentence to call him back to his original state:

"If it's a virus, I may have a way to save you."

As he spoke, the golden experience emerged from the void, and then cautiously walked towards Fugo and Nalanja.

"Wood big wood big wood big!"

The golden fist waved towards Nalanja, to be precise, towards the red silk scarf on Nalanja’s head.

This ordinary red scarf was infused with powerful vitality. In just one breath, it turned into a small snake with a swaying tail, spitting out letters, and lying on Nalanja's head.

"What are you doing?!"

Nalan Jia couldn't accept the weird feeling of a snake growing on his head.

If he hadn't been so weak, he would have wanted to jump up from the ground and kill someone.

But Giorno said calmly:

"Did you see it?"

"This snake was born from you, the 'source' of the disease. Even if it comes into close contact with the virus, it can still live well."

He ordered Golden Experience to slowly pick up the snake:

"Do you know what this means?"

Nalanja: "???"

"That's it!" Fuge's pupils suddenly shrank: "It's 'immunity'!"

"Animals in nature can evolve to adapt to the environment and can survive even in many places where humans cannot survive."

"This snake was born in a virus-contaminated area, and it has evolved natural immunity against this killer virus!"

"From the cells or blood of immune organisms"

"Serum that prevents the virus from continuing to multiply can be extracted!"

"That's right."

Giorno glanced at Fugo approvingly, and then ordered the golden experience:

"Golden experience!"

"Extract the serum from the blood of this snake and inject it into these two guys!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I don’t know why

Golden Experience first poked out a trace of blood from the little snake with lightning speed, and then used his fingers that looked like medical syringes to inject the fresh blood into Fuge and Nalanja in turn. inside the body.

"Woo ah ah"

Fuge and Nalanjia, who were injected with the virus serum, immediately let out painful wails.

However, in this excruciating pain, their pale and bleeding faces suddenly turned rosy.

At the same time, the horrible herpes growing on their skin quickly subsided, and their breathing and blood circulation became smoother.

"Is it really cured?"

"We survived!"

Fuge and Nalanjia once again experienced the excitement of narrowly escaping death.

After being subconsciously excited, they couldn't help but look at Giorno at the same time:

"Egg Roll Head"

"Why did you save us?"

"We have almost killed your enemies several times!"

"Indeed."

"Judging from the murderous intent you have shown towards me, even if you die from the virus festering all over your body, it is not worth regretting."

Giorno's voice remained calm, his eyes as clear as water: "But"

He looked at Fuge and Nalanja with his bright and radiant eyes, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"You have also mentioned the name 'Bucciarati' before. Obviously, you are his companions."

"For some inexplicable reason, I need to ask this man for help."

"But"

Giorno said another but:

"Bucciarati is not that important in my heart. I will not show my good intentions just because of a name."

"The one who really makes me choose to save you is you."

"To be precise, this guy playing with airplanes has an instinct, an instinct that makes the body move on its own before the brain thinks."

"A guy with this kind of instinct, no matter what his identity or position is, he will never be a too bad guy."

"So, this gave me a gut feeling"

He walked forward and slowly stretched out his hand:

"Nalanjia, Fuge."

"Maybe we can be companions."