One Piece's Bizzare Adventure

With no time to think, Mista quickly aimed his gun.

"Who's there!"

Bucciarati and the others who hadn't left yet tensed up.

"Don't be so nervous."

Jon, flashing outside, smiled as he approached them, "I mean no harm."

A drop of cold sweat ran down Mista's forehead.

Where did this guy come from?

Why... didn't I notice anything?

Suddenly, Bucciarati shouted, "Mista, fire!"

Mista jolted, instinctively pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Accompanied by the brilliant flash from the revolver's muzzle, the brass bullet roared out.

On the bullet sat a funny little yellow man.

It was Mista's stand—"Sex Pistols."

"Yeehaw!"

The little man cheered, kicking the bullet toward Jon's forehead.

Jon didn't dodge.

Armament Haki. Hamon. Tekkai.

Ding!

A shocking scene unfolded.

The bullet touched Jon's skin, but instead of penetrating his skull, it was mercilessly deflected.

As luck would have it, the bullet hit Abbacchio's left leg.

Abbacchio groaned, clutching his leg as he fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Jon scratched his brow.

This isn't Jojo's fault, Jojo is innocent.

"Abbacchio!"

A look of guilt flashed across Mista's face.

He glanced at Jon, swallowing hard, "Monster!"

"You can't even hurt me, and you call yourselves gangsters?" Jon spread his hands, "You can't even break my defense, how is that my fault?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bucciarati launched a sneak attack.

"Go, Sticky Fingers!"

Jon, with a thought, vanished from his original spot.

Swish.

Sticky Fingers' punch missed.

Appearing behind Bucciarati, Jon swung a hand chop expressionlessly.

However, Bucciarati, with his rich battle experience, used his "zipper creation" ability to forcibly separate his neck and head, narrowly avoiding Jon's attack.

Jon clicked his tongue.

Bruno Bucciarati, is truly a wolf in sheep's clothing!

"Bucciarati!"

Fugo, holding the severely injured Narancia, was extremely anxious.

Mista gritted his teeth and fired two more shots.

Bang! Bang!

"Please, everyone, use your full power!" he shouted.

"Yeehaw!"

Two little yellow men abandoned the idea of kicking separate bullets, choosing to fight together.

Each grabbed a leg and kicked hard.

The brass bullet erupted at supersonic speed, straight towards Jon's face!

Jon smiled, coating his teeth with Armament Haki, and bit down hard.

Crack!

The bullet shattered in half.

Mista was stunned.

Bucciarati, having reattached his head, was equally dumbfounded.

This was beyond ridiculous!

Jon expressionlessly spat out the shell casing.

In reality, he was already starting to regret it.

Who can stand a mouthful of gunpowder taste...

Still, he had to maintain his image.

He leisurely wiped his mouth and gestured to Mista, "Come, I'll give you a chance to fire the fourth shot."

Everyone torments Mista with the number four, and Jon wasn't going to be an exception.

Mista's face was bitter.

Bucciarati shouted, "Don't let the enemy disturb your mind, stay focused!"

What makes a born leader?

This is what makes a born leader.

Facing danger with a calm demeanor!

Actually, Bucciarati was already considering the next step...

No, he was considering how to escape.

Jon curiously asked, "As far as I know, your squad is responsible for the casino and collecting protection fees. Killing isn't your usual task, right?"

Hearing this, Bucciarati's heartbeat slowed for a beat.

Jon smiled, "Your next line is, 'How do you know?'"

"How do you know!" Bucciarati blurted out.

Joseph, old man, I've finally grasped your (evil) sense of humor!

Jon smiled silently.

Bucciarati's face darkened.

At this moment, Jotaro and the others rushed out of the bar.

Mista immediately spotted the mission target—Polnareff with his striking silver hair!

"Bucciarati!" he shouted, aiming his gun at Polnareff.

Seeing this, Jotaro thought.

Hey, this kid's pretty bold. He raised his hand and stopped time.

"Star Platinum: The World!"

Time stopped.

Using the time stop twice in a short period was a significant strain on him.

But after seeing his eighteen-year-old self, the nearly thirty-year-old Jotaro felt he could push himself a bit more.

He took a second to catch his breath and used the remaining second to punch the young man wearing a crop top and tiger-patterned hat.

Jotaro adjusted his hat, "Then, time flows again."

Time stop is such an unreasonable ability. Mista hadn't even realized what was happening before he was sent flying.

Jon smiled wryly.

If he didn't have a certain fondness for Bucciarati's group, he would have dealt with them in a snap.

Come to think of it, being hit by Jotaro's punch must hurt a lot...

"Mista!"

Seeing another teammate down, Fugo couldn't stand by any longer.

Bucciarati's heart sank, and he quickly urged, "Fugo, don't!"

Big brother, quit smoking, this stuff is strong.

Jon, fearing an uncontrollable situation, flashed in front of Fugo and swiftly pressed a finger to his forehead.

The Subconscious Door, open!

Of course.

Professionals have their specialities.

This ability, if used by the alternate D, could implant a mind imprint and fundamentally change a person.

When Jon used it, it was more like a 'silence' ability.

Fugo felt his consciousness blur and disconnected from his stand.

Jon took the opportunity to knock him out.

Seeing this, Bucciarati felt a mix of relief and pain.

On the battlefield, Bucciarati's "Passione" squad had been nearly wiped out.

Josuke, disappointed, pouted.

Unexpectedly, Abbacchio, who had been silent, suddenly launched an attack!

His target was the youngest and seemingly easiest to bully among them—Josuke.

"Crazy Diamond!"

When it comes to fighting, Josuke fears no one.

Without hesitation, he summoned his stand and charged.

"Dorarararara!"

Dirty Naples gangster, meet the righteous fist of justice from Morioh!

Merciless barrage!

Abbacchio's fierce expression froze instantly.

In the blink of an eye, Abbacchio was pummeled by "Crazy Diamond," nearly losing consciousness.

Jon couldn't bear to watch and instructed, "Josuke, that's enough! Don't kill him!"

Josuke made an 'OK' gesture, healed Abbacchio's wounds, and even removed the bullet.

Then, he resumed, "Dorarararara!"

Jon: ...

Brother, that's not what I meant.

Still battling a severe cold, not sure if there will be a third update tonight depending on the condition.