16:15 points.

Since the official establishment of the Diapolo Alliance, a full twenty minutes have passed.

In these twenty minutes, Li Qing and others successfully defeated the invading enemy, restored their physical state, unified the team's mind, accepted new members, and finally embarked on a new journey with a new attitude.

And the first task before them is:

"You have to get a big cart as soon as possible."

Bugalati said very seriously.

At this moment, Apaki was driving, Li Qing was in the co-pilot, but he, along with Gioruno, Naranga, Fuge, and Misda, squeezed in the back seat of the car that was originally scheduled to be able to sit in three people.

Although his tough and tough face had squeezed into a big funny thing on the window glass, Bugalati's tone was still calm:

"This car can't hold the seven of us."

"In our current crowded state like canned sardines, if we encounter enemy attacks, we may not even be able to fight back."

“Apaki.”

After explaining his thoughts, Bugalati ordered Apaki directly:

"Turn right at the intersection in front and stop near the shopping mall on the road."

"I hid a seven-seater SUV in the underground garage of that mall, which was just enough to serve as a means of transportation for us."

"ah?"

Before Apaki could speak, Li Qing immediately had some comments:

"Don't you hurry up and leave the city?"

"If you stop to pick up the car, you may be caught up by the killer."

"What you said is lightweight!"

Fuge's head stuck under Gioruno and Naranga's arms, so crowded that he couldn't even breathe.

He yelled:

"Bald, why do you take over the co-pilot alone?"

"If you think it's okay, you can sit behind and squeeze and look!"

"No, that's impossible."

Li Qing defended his "privilege" with confidence.

He turned his head and looked at the fashionable outfits on Fuge and others, and said in a very strange tone:

"Look at your one by one, your navel-exposed outfit, your chest-exposed outfit, your tights."

"Even if I, Li Qing, die outside, jump out of this car, I will never squeeze with you, the muscular men in exposed clothes."

"What do you know!"

"This is fashion, do you understand fashion?"

The fashion capital Milan is in Italy. As a trendy young man among Italians, Fog doesn't think there is any problem with his avant-garde dress.

"Okay OK"

Giorno spoke out to stop the meaningless quarrel:

"The road is difficult and we really need to change a good car."

"but"

"There is no need to get Bugalati's car specifically?"

Based on his usual lifestyle, he put forward a good suggestion:

"There are so many cars on the street, just 'borrow' one is enough to use it. With my ability that I have developed over the years, 'borrowing' a car won't take much time."

"No, it's not just the car."

Bugalati struggled to adjust his face to the glass:

"The car also hid my pre-prepared weapons, ammunition, cash, fake license plates, fake documents, disposable mobile phones, and disguise tools."

The mafia is a high-risk profession. Those gangsters usually look glorious and smooth, but they may one day fall into desperate situations such as revenge and organization of internal strife.

The cunning rabbit has three holes. For the sake of their own safety, they often prepare several ways of retreat for themselves.

In order to cope with the possible crises in the gangster's career, Bugalati also followed his peers' approach and carefully arranged several hiding places and escape tools in the city of Naples.

"It was originally just an insurance that was done without any intention."

"I didn't expect that they would actually come in handy."

Bugalati sighed slightly with emotion:

"You may not understand how strong the organization has in control over this country."

"In addition to countless peripheral thugs, street gangsters can act as eyeliners, the password organization has also specially set up a 'technology intelligence group' with advanced technological strength and able to monitor the entire Italian and Italian territory."

"Telectronics, postals, networks, radios, government intranets, police communications, traffic information, public surveillance"

"Everything is under the monitoring of the organization."

"If we don't have those fake documents and fake license plates as cover, we may not be able to leave Naples and will be exposed."

"I see."

Li Qing understood the meaning of Bugalati.

Indeed, in modern warfare, intelligence has always been the first step before the troops move.

If there is no way to hide their traces under the monitoring of the organization, they will be able to remain in a passive state of darkness and lightness.

So Li Qing immediately agreed to the plan.

Apaki then turned around and drove the car to the underground garage of the mall, and found a remote and uninhabited alley to stop.

“Misda.”

Bugalati suddenly shouted Misda's name.

This rookie who inexplicably got involved in Diapolo and finally joined the team for no reason did not speak much along the way, nor did she have the chance to speak.

and

His current "teammate" had either snatched him, beat him, or kidnapped him

It is indeed a bit embarrassing for Misda to squeeze into enemies with these guys.

So, when he heard Bugalati calling him deliberately, he was slightly stunned: "What?"

"Please give it a moment."

Bugalati took out a car key from his arms and handed it out with difficulty from the gap between a bunch of muscular men:

"You go in and help us drive the car out."

"Um?"

Misda subconsciously caught the key, but subconsciously felt something was wrong:

"Just, let me go alone?"

"That's right."

Bugalati replied:

"This shopping mall has always been the protection object of the Passion organization, and there are many minions around the organization."

"If we show up openly, we will definitely be noticed by these eyeliners at the first time."

"But Misda, you are different. The boss just knew your name."

"This short ten minutes is definitely not enough for them to find your information, find your photos, and then fax it to every peripheral minion."

"So, among us, only your appearance characteristics are not controlled by the enemy."

"I see."

Misda nodded, with a little excitement in his voice:

Yes, after being forced to become the target of the organization's pursuit, he was not only not nervous but also a little excited.

Because Mista was just a gangster who did nothing, he had never seen the real darkness and did not know the horror of the password organization.

For Mista

A peaceful life is broken, involved in a supernatural crisis, awaken superpowers, get involved in the underworld, make friends with powerful companions, embark on a journey of escape

How can this be unlucky?

This is simply the script of the protagonist!

At this moment, Mista had all his longing for the future.

"Leave it to me."
To be continued...