Vinegar Doppio was wandering the streets of Sardinia, trying to keep a low profile. He knew that he was being hunted by members of La Squadra, one of Passione's rival gangs, and he didn't want to attract their attention.
But as he turned a corner, he found himself face to face with Risotto, the silver-haired leader of La Squadra. They both froze, eyeing each other warily.
"Well, well, well," Risotto said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "If it isn't Doppio. What brings you to this part of town?"
Doppio tried to keep his voice steady as he replied. "I'm just...running an errand for the boss. What about you?"
Risotto's expression darkened. "We're on a mission. Can't say much more than that."
Doppio knew that he was in a dangerous situation. If he didn't play his cards right, he could end up in a fight with Risotto. But he also knew that he couldn't afford to show any weakness.
"Well, good luck with your mission," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I should be on my way."
He turned to leave, but Risotto's hand shot out and grabbed his shoulder. "Not so fast, Doppio. There's something I need to know."
Doppio's heart rate spiked as he turned back to face Risotto. "What is it?"
Risotto leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "I need to know if you've seen any strange activity around Passione lately. Something out of the ordinary."
Doppio tried to keep his expression neutral as he replied. "No, I haven't seen anything like that. Why do you ask?"
Risotto's eyes narrowed. "Just a hunch. But I'll be keeping an eye on you, Doppio. Don't think you can slip away that easily."
Doppio swallowed hard as Risotto released him and turned to walk away. Doppio watched as Risotto disappeared into the night, his mind racing with thoughts of how to protect himself from their wrath. But as he turned to walk away, he heard a sound behind him - footsteps, growing louder and more rapid by the second.
He spun around, just in time to see Risotto of La Squadra charging towards him, his Stand at the ready. using Epitaph abilities to dodge the metal shooting at him.
Doppio stood panting And as he looked up at the sunlit sky. He threw up razor blades then dodged out of reach.
As the fight wore on, Doppio began to feel his resolve weakening. The enemy Stand was strong, and he knew that he couldn't keep up this level of intensity forever.
But just as he was about to give up, he heard a ringing. "Lelelelel" He picked up a phone which was a crowbar he used. "Yes boss." "You did good today, let me handle it from here." "Ok boss." Two giant arms of king crimson enveloped his hands.
With a cry of determination, Doppio unleashed a flurry of attacks, each one more powerful than the last. The enemy Stand wavered, its user looking surprised and bewildered.
And then, with a final burst of strength, Doppio struck the enemy Stand with all his might, shattering it into a million pieces. Risotto collapsed to the ground, dead.
The gang pulled up to Costa Smeralda beach, their emotions in turmoil as they approached the gruesome sight of Risotto's lifeless body lying on the sand. Doppio was standing over him, his eyes filled with tears as he muttered to himself.
Bucciarati and the rest of the group approached Doppio cautiously, their stands at the ready in case he made any sudden moves.
"What happened here, Doppio?" Bucciarati asked, his voice calm and steady.
Doppio turned to face him, his eyes red from crying. "It was the boss," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "He killed Risotto."
Bucciarati's eyes widened in shock. "The boss? We need to find out who he is and put an end to his reign of terror."
Donatello Versus and Abbacchio had already begun their investigation, trying to piece together any clues that could lead them to the boss's true identity. Donatello Versus had a plan, one that involved using his stand, "Underworld," to travel back in time and witness the boss's true face.
As Donatello Versus activated his stand, the rest of the group watched in awe as he disappeared from view, his body disappearing into a vortex of swirling energy.
When he reappeared, he was standing in a dimly lit room, surrounded by men in suits. He could sense the boss's presence, but he couldn't see his face.
Suddenly, a door opened, and the boss entered the room, his face obscured by shadows.
Donatello Versus knew that this was his chance. He used his stand to pull the shadows away from the boss's face, revealing his true identity.
It was a face that Donatello Versus would never forget, a face that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He took a picture of him.
As he returned to the present, he relayed the information to the rest of the group. They knew what they had to do, but it wouldn't be easy.
Doppio ran away. His plan was ruined as he could not kill any of them.
Bucciarati and Giorno sat in a dimly lit room, surrounded by stacks of papers and computer screens. They had been searching for hours through police and Interpol databases, trying to find any information on the mysterious boss, Diavolo.
"We're not getting anywhere," Bucciarati sighed, rubbing his temples. "There's no match for the face Donatello took."
Giorno nodded, his expression thoughtful. "We need to find another way to identify him. And we need to figure out how to defeat King Crimson."
As if on cue, a voice spoke from the laptop on the table. "I can help you with both of those things."
Bucciarati and Giorno exchanged a glance before turning their attention to the screen. "Who are you?" Bucciarati asked cautiously.
The voice chuckled. "Let's just say I have access to information that you need. And I know how to defeat King Crimson."
"How?" Giorno demanded.
"By using a Stand arrow," the voice replied. "I have one, and I'm willing to give it to you. But you'll have to come to Rome to get it."
Bucciarati and Giorno exchanged a skeptical glance. "How do we know we can trust you?" Bucciarati asked.
"You don't," the voice replied. "But I can tell you this: King Crimson is unbeatable without a Stand arrow. And the arrow is the only thing that can harm him."
Bucciarati nodded slowly, his mind racing with possibilities. "Okay," he said finally. "We'll meet you at the Colosseum. But if this is a trap, I promise you'll regret it."
The voice chuckled. "I wouldn't dream of double-crossing you. I'll see you in Rome."
As the call ended, Giorno turned to Bucciarati. "Do you think it's a trap?"
Bucciarati shrugged. "It could be. But we don't have any other options. We have to try."
Meanwhile, in a darkened room, Diavolo watched the exchange on a monitor. He knew he had no choice but to send his remaining guards after Bucciarati's team. He whispered to Doppio, his voice low and dangerous. "Send Cioccolata and Secco. And make sure they don't come back."
As the sun set over the Colosseum, the sound of a motorcycle echoed through the empty streets. Riding towards the center of the arena. He had received a distress call from his old friend, Polnareff, who was in Rome investigating a new gang that had surfaced.
As he entered the arena, Jotaro saw the members of the Part 5 gang standing before him. There was Giorno Giovanna, along with Bruno Bucciarati, the leader of the gang Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Donatello Versus, Ungalo, Rikiel and Trish Una. They all had serious expressions on their faces, and Jotaro knew that this was going to be a tough fight.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, It was Secco, the loyal follower of Cioccolata, one of the most sadistic members of the Part 5 gang. Secco was wearing his stand oasis, a strange suit that covered his entire body and granted him the ability to liquefy the ground.
Jotaro knew that this was going to be a difficult fight, but he was ready for anything. He summoned his own Stand, Star Platinum over heaven requiem.
Meanwhile, the other members of the Part 5 gang were battling against Green Day, another powerful Stand that had the ability to decay anything that was below it. They had managed to avoid the decay so far, but they knew that they couldn't keep it up forever.
As the battle raged on, Jotaro noticed something strange about Oasis. It seemed to be absorbing the liquid ground, and Secco was growing stronger with each passing moment.
With a fierce battle cry, Jotaro summoned all his strength and unleashed a barrage of punches on Oasis. The suit was breaking as it was pummeled by Star Platinum over heaven requiem's fists. In a moment of desperation, Secco pulled out a gun and aimed it at Jotaro, but before he could fire, he was struck by a powerful blow to the chest.
It was Kenshiro, the legendary Fist of the North Star. Kenshiro had been in Rome investigating the same gang as Polnareff, and he had heard the commotion from the Colosseum. He had arrived just in time to deliver a devastating punch to Secco, knocking him out cold. Jotaro looked over and saw giorno hitting Cioccolata with golden experience, it felt like it went on for 7 pages.
With Secco and Cioccolata defeated,Jotaro and Kenshiro walked away from the Colosseum, they shared a knowing nod. They both knew that their paths would cross again someday, and that they would be ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. Jotaro flew home like a bullet.
Moments earlier.
As Doppio prepares to strike Bucciarati, a sudden commotion distracts him. The sound of footsteps echoes through the alleyway as Giorno, Narancia, Donatello Versus, Ungalo, Rikiel, Abbachio, Trish, Mista and Fugo arrive, with mista's gun at the ready.
"Drop the boy, Cioccolata," Giorno orders, his voice cold and commanding. "Your reign of terror ends here."
Cioccolata sneers, tightening his grip on Doppio. "Oh, how thrilling. More lambs to the slaughter."
Giorno's eyes blazed with determination as he lunged at Cioccolata, determined to stop the deranged doctor once and for all. His Golden Experience Stand appeared, ready for action.
Cioccolata's eyes widened in fear as he saw the young Brando-Joestar charging at him. He quickly tried to activate his own Stand, but before he could do anything, Giorno was on him.
With a swift motion, Giorno grabbed Cioccolata's arm and twisted it behind his back, causing the doctor to scream in agony. Giorno's Stand then began to punch Cioccolata repeatedly, each hit causing the man to groan in pain.
"Stop! Please stop!" Cioccolata begged, tears streaming down his face.
But Giorno wasn't finished yet. He continued to pummel Cioccolata with his Stand, each hit more powerful than the last. Finally, with a fierce cry, Giorno unleashed his ultimate attack - the 7-page Muda.
Golden Experience punched Cioccolata relentlessly, each hit accompanied by a barrage of "muda"s. The ground shook as the force of the attack caused the area around them to crumble and break apart.
As the attack finally came to an end, Cioccolata was left lying on the ground, barely conscious. Giorno stood over him, breathing heavily, his Stand disappearing as he regained control.
"Let that be a lesson to you," Giorno said coldly, before turning to Doppio. "Are you alright?"
Doppio nodded, his eyes wide with shock at the display of power he had just witnessed. "Y-yes, thank you," he stammered. He runs away.
"Everyone, follow me," Bucciarati says, determined in his voice. "We need to get to Polnareff before Diavolo does."
The team runs through the winding sewer tunnels, the stench of filth and decay permeating the air. Finally, they emerge into a large underground chamber, where Polnareff awaits them, flanked by his new Stand.
"Polnareff!" Giorno shouts, relieved to see the former ally still alive. "We need your help."
Polnareff nods solemnly, gripping the arrow tightly. "I know what you seek. But beware, the power of this arrow is not to be taken lightly."
Suddenly, a figure materializes out of the shadows, revealing itself to be none other than Diavolo. "Foolish mortals," he sneers. "You cannot stop me."
Bucciarati steps forward, his wounds still bleeding. "We'll see about that," he says, determination in his eyes.
Polnareff snarls and charges at Diavolo, but he is quickly overpowered. Diavolo knocks him to the ground and reaches for the Stand arrow.
But before he can grab it, Mista fires a bullet that grazes his arm. Diavolo uses King Crimson to erase time and dodge the attack, but the bullet ricochets off a nearby surface and hits Doppio in the head, revealing his true identity.
The gang is stunned as they watch Diavolo try to explain himself. But Bucciarati has had enough. He charges at Diavolo with Sticky Fingers, ready to put an end to this once and for all.
The two engage in a fierce battle, with Bucciarati using all of his abilities to try and take down the elusive boss. But Diavolo's power is too strong, and he dodges every attack with ease.
Finally, Bucciarati sees an opening and punches through King Crimson, shattering it. Diavolo screams in agony as his body begins to disintegrate, but he manages to grab the Stand arrow and pierce his own Stand with it.
In a blinding flash of light, a new Stand appears before them. It is powerful and menacing, and it seems to be even stronger than King Crimson.