Lord JOJO Prynne is also living happily today

Chapter 12 Dressing Up, Today's Fran has officially become a member of the JOJO world

Fran shook his own star expressionlessly, and inside was Illuso who had just been put in.

Well, he now has two stars, both of which are Fran's future subordinates.

Is it because he doesn't know much about the market now, or is this a characteristic of their enthusiastic assassination team?

In less than one-third of a day, Fran encountered two battles—if the battle of Fran, who was pretending to be an illusion, was considered a battle, would the assassinations be carried out in groups now?

Shouldn't it be a one-hit kill?

Several materialized question marks appeared on the frog hat.

"Buggarati," Fran approached the man with the curly hair in the open top and lace corset, "I have some questions for you."

"What's the matter, Fran, tell me."

Bugarati's attitude is very gentle, and he has always had enough patience for this French boy who is about the same age as Fugue.

"I want to say, are these people attacking the eldest lady?"

"Yes."

"Then that man with pigtails just now is the one who betrayed the boss?"

"According to the current situation, yes, he should belong to the assassination team that has betrayed the boss."

"Then the current escort mission is to send the eldest lady to the boss?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't he wait for our team to go to the place designated by the boss, the closest to the boss?" Fran showed obvious doubts, "I don't understand."

"...This," Bucgarati pursed his lips, "I may not be able to explain it to you in detail now, but right now, Fran, our priority is to protect Trish."

"I got it." Fran secretly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Isn't that the same as not explaining?

Fran thought about it, and felt that Bugarati would not say anything else of value to him, so he walked up to Apache.

"Huh?" Apache raised his eyes, "Do you want to learn makeup?"

"Yes," Fran nodded, "Can you talk to me?"

Since I told γ this way, there should be some results after all.

"Listen, Fran, make-up is not easy to say," Apache said in a serious tone, "First, take off your damn frog hat, I've put up with you for a long time. "

They got the key before, and now they are hiding in the tortoise waiting for the train to leave. Now Mista is in charge of guarding, and everyone has nothing to do.

"Why, is Fran finally learning how to dress up?" Mista smiled brightly, "It's not too late to start now, and you can attract many beautiful girls by dressing up properly!"

"Fran's foundation looks good," Giorno calmly added to the topic, matching the three donuts on his head without any sense of disobedience, "You can use dark colors for eye shadow and lipstick."

"Well," Apache replied hesitantly, "I have an unused muzzle, Fran, try it."

Fran with the frog hat removed has a very ordinary short hair style. If it is purely in terms of appearance, he is just an ordinary French boy in his teens who grew up in the countryside.

But it is different now.

Fran's current dress follows the principle of "wide at the top and tight at the bottom". A pair of low-waisted skinny jeans with clean and neat legs. The beautiful waistline is exposed. There are some metal buckles hanging near the waist, with a Vichy pattern. The navy blue top is loose and slanted, exposing the round shoulders and delicate collarbone naturally.

The eye shadow is the dark purple that Apaki has always used. It spreads from the corner of the eye to the temple. The lips are dyed black by the black mouth. The ear clip is clipped on the left ear, and the long black tassel almost hangs down to the shoulder. But nothing.

The nails were also painted with black and white grid nail polish, and the white grid was also pasted with decorations in the shape of small stars.

This time, Fran's all-round transformation was vigorous and vigorous, and even Trish, the eldest lady with an arrogant expression, joined in - she provided the ear clips and nail polish.

Fran says—

I don't understand you very well.

……

Risut sat silently in the chair.

"Captain," Gerald redialed the phone again, "Illuso's phone is still not connected."

If we say that in the beginning, most of the assassination team betrayed the boss for money, and a small part was for the slice group, now that Bai Lan has changed, it is all about money.

Although they got a lot of money because of Angelo's accident, it was not a long-term solution after all, so the assassination team wanted to take away the powder trading channel from the enthusiastic boss and from the drug department.

They learned that the boss's daughter was escorted by the Bugarati team. Isn't it natural to snatch such a thing?

just didn't think...

"The phone is connected!" Gerald called.

Risut signaled for Gerard to turn on the speakerphone, and Solby, logically, started tracking the location of the caller.

[I got it... Seeing that I have dialed this number so many times, I thought it was insurance. 】

It was the voice of a strange boy.

[Is it insurance?If so, me hangs up. 】

"Wait," Gerald called to the phone on the table, "Where's Illuso?"

[Is that man with pigtails like JK and tears on his face? 】

"……Correct."

【He's alive," the boy replied in a flat tone, 【He and the cheese player are both alive. 】

"Cheese...it's Hormaggio!" Gaciu reacted, and then realized who Fran was talking about.

[Of course, the two of them are in the same state as Schrödinger's cat.] Fran continued to make infuriating remarks, [Whether you can live or not depends on what you think, right, everyone in the assassination team? 】

"how do you want to do it."

Risut spoke up.

One is to delay the time for Solbe to search, and the other is that the members of the assassination team are still in the hands of the opponent—no matter what he said is true or not, at least, Iluso's mobile phone is in the hands of the opponent.

[Food and lodging are all included and there is a guaranteed minimum salary. If you want to change jobs, follow me. 】

[Although the boss is a marshmallow monster who can squeeze child labor, he does not deduct wages, and there are bonuses for good work. 】

"You soulless! Wait to die!" Jiaqiu shouted angrily, his hands trembling, and the temperature around him began to drop.

"Jaqiu." Risut stopped Jiaqiu - he always uses his double ability unconsciously when he is emotional, not to mention whether he can kill the other party at that time is one thing, and now he is still on the phone Heads, the ones who suffer from the cold are still themselves.

Gerald was a little stiff.

This rhetoric... sounds so familiar.

[Do you want to consider doing it with me?Food and lodging included with guaranteed wages~]

The words of the white-haired devil appeared in his mind again.

So that person is not a demon, but a marshmallow essence?

Gerald's brain seemed to stop spinning.

——No wonder we met for the first time, when that boy-like guy approached, he smelled a sweet scent of cotton candy.

[Then... think about it carefully, after all, me's purpose does not conflict with yours. 】

The unknown teenager hung up the phone.

"Captain, the signal has been interfered, I can't find where that guy is." Solbey looked hesitant, and then said: "The other party's conditions sound good..."

"I see," Risut interrupted him, "Let me think about it, the mission will not change for the time being, Solbey, please send a copy of what happened just now to Proxiet, and ask him to find the one who claims to be me juvenile."