In the Italian Mafia, the so-called agent is actually the agent of the boss, that is, the second boss.
He is regarded as the "general commander" in charge of all legion commanders and only takes orders from his boss.
If the boss goes to jail or seeks medical treatment, or other force majeure situations occur, the second boss, as the agent of the big boss, must take responsibility, come forward to manage everything, and wait for the boss's return.
If there is a situation in the end where the boss cannot return, such as death.
Generally speaking, the second boss will take over directly.
Therefore, this agent can sometimes be regarded as a successor, and is usually filled by relatives or absolute confidants who are valued and trusted by the boss.
In order to avoid the discovery of agents causing civil strife in order to gain power.
It was precisely because of this that Giorno's reaction just now was so big.
For him, who has been living at the bottom of society and relies on deceit and deception, this is tantamount to reaching the sky in one step.
And you can also use this to realize your dream of becoming a gangster star.
Amidst the honking of many vehicles urging and cursing, Giorno started the car again.
"Agent? Why me?"
Giorno forced himself to calm down and asked. He didn't believe in good things like pie falling in the sky.
"Because you have a special talent."
Giorno's heart moved. He had wanted to ask about this for a long time, "Special talents, do you mean this?"
[Golden Experience] suddenly appeared in the passenger seat.
"That's not entirely true, but this substitute is indeed your special talent."
Giorno immediately caught a term, "Substitute? What does it mean?"
Abel knew that the other party was actually a novice who knew nothing, so he simply gave him some popular science: "You can understand it as a kind of supernatural ability, and people with this kind of ability are called substitute messengers. For example, the cloth man last time Galati, let’s take another example of you.”
Giorno thought for a moment, "So... is it possible for everyone to become this so-called substitute? In other words, what are the conditions for becoming a substitute?"
Seeing that he caught the key point immediately, Abel couldn't help but shook his head in appreciation.
"If everyone could become a substitute messenger and have superpowers, the structure of this world would have been overturned long ago."
"In fact, the number of substitute messengers is extremely rare. There may only be more than a hundred people in the world."
"The requirement for becoming a substitute messenger is the 'arrow'."
Giorno: "'Arrow'?"
"It is a magical arrow made of a special extraterrestrial meteorite. Most of the creatures stabbed by it will be infected with the virus and die directly. Only the remaining people who can withstand the test and survive can awaken. The ability to 'stand in'."
Abel's words immediately stunned Giorno.
Because he was very sure that in all the years he had lived, he had never seen or heard of such a thing, nor had he been stabbed by anything similar.
Just when he was hesitating whether to continue asking, Abel seemed to see through his thoughts and heart, and changed the subject: "Of course, not everyone needs such a test. Because this ability can also be passed through blood. Come wake up.”
"Bloodline?"
"For example, if a child is born to a person who has awakened his substitute ability, there is a high probability that he will also awaken his substitute ability."
Giorno suddenly fell silent. He seemed to have understood what Abel meant.
One thing he was sure of was that his mother did not possess this supernatural ability to be a stand-in.
Then exclude the 'arrow' that I have never heard of.
Then the most likely possibility is that his biological father is actually a substitute messenger!
That's why he inherited this power from his father!
This guess made him tighten his grip on the steering wheel.
Naturally, he had no good impression of the man whom he had never met before and had no impression of him at all.
Maybe his mother wasn't a good mother, not even qualified, but at least she didn't abandon him when she gave birth to him, and barely let him grow up alive.
This alone is far beyond what the 'stranger' can compare to.
Before this, he had always thought that [Golden Experience] was a gift given to him by God.
As a result, after going round and round, it turned out to be such a truth.
It’s really unpleasant!
But it's not good to be unhappy, Giorno will not pretend to be a mysophobic and choose not to use this ability just because his substitute ability comes from the father he has never met.
On the contrary, after knowing the truth, he will feel more at ease.
Because at least, he doesn't have to worry that one day, the [golden experience] will suddenly leave him.
After thinking about it, Giorno felt much more relaxed as the heavy burden in his heart was lifted.
"I understand. Doesn't it mean that the person who owns this 'arrow' can theoretically create unlimited substitute messengers? After all, the base of human beings is here."
Abel smiled softly, "So where do you think Bucciarati's substitute ability comes from? Is it possible that he also has a parent who is a substitute?"
Giorno was stunned for a moment, "You mean the other party has an 'arrow' in his hand? No, no, if I had such an item, I would never stay in a gang and work for others. "
"So the truth is that the 'Arrow' is in the hands of the boss of the 'Enthusiasm' organization! He relied on awakening his subordinates as stand-in messengers, so he was able to expand his power beyond the reach of veteran mafia like Camorra in such a short period of time! "
Giorno's head turned quickly and he immediately spelled out the cause and effect of the incident.
Then his expression froze, because the guy he was pulling in the car wanted to start a war against the 'Enthusiasm' organization.
Just thinking that the other party might have a dozen or even dozens of substitute messengers made him shudder.
Perhaps on the frontal battlefield, these stand-in messengers themselves cannot stop even a bullet.
But if a sneak attack is carried out, the destructiveness and panic it can cause are simply unimaginable.
"Although I also think that I do have some talent, with all due respect, I currently don't see the possibility of fighting and winning against the 'Passion' organization."
Giorno took a deep breath and persuaded tactfully.
Abel glanced at him and said slowly: "Of course you can't do it alone, so we also need helpers, some helpers with the same special talents as you."
"Where?"
At this moment, Giorno suddenly remembered the little dwarf from the Neon Kingdom whom he had teased outside the airport that day.
That little dwarf should also be a substitute messenger.
"You'll know when we meet tomorrow."
Abel was suddenly curious about what Bucciarati's expression would look like when he saw the evening newspaper.
PS: In 1986, an Egyptian ruins expedition team (including the young Diavolo) excavated six arrowheads in the desert, four of which were hollow structures, one had a beetle relief, and the other was questionable.
Diavolo stole all the arrowheads and later sold five of them to Granny Enya, keeping only one.
(End of chapter)
