All we need is someone to head to the island first and get rid of the guy.
It's perfect for situations like this.
I'll be going, too.
Mista! He's already on the radio!
Shoot!
Bazoo
Damn it! This isn't good!
It'll be bad news if this truck gets away right now.
Episode 08 Six Bullets Appears, Part 2
Guido Mista's way of life ever since
he was little was to live it as simply as possible.
He loved to sleep and found joy in looking at branches
in the morning sun, watching the clouds go by,
the scent of wine, and having a bite of cheese.
Whenever he spotted cute girls,
he would talk to them, even if they shot him down.
If he ran out of money,
he would jump any jerk badmouthing movie stars
in front of the cinema and take their money.
At times, he'd get his ass whooped so badly that the police had to intervene,
but Mista lived a very happy life nonetheless.
Being simpleminded could be taken as an insult,
but Mista always felt that
overthinking things invited fear into one's heart, which was bad.
When Mista turned 17, he learned from a certain incident
that people have pre-determined destinies.
When they're young, people may find themselves
at a standstill or taking the long way around at times,
but they ultimately end up traveling the path they were destined to walk.
On a clear summer night, Mista was wandering around like he usually did.
Mista!
Hey, wanna go have some fun?
Sorry, we have plans.
Ciao!
Sure.
No! Let go of me!
Shut your mouth! There's no point in resisting!
Shut up! Quit your screaming!
The woman being punched in the parked car was half-naked.
She was bleeding from her nose and mouth, and about to lose consciousness.
For a moment, Mista hesitated to get involved, but...
Y-You bastard!
Because he's so simpleminded, his body acted on its own.
You bastard! What do you think you're doing to our bro?!
You little shit!
No matter how close you may be, there is no guarantee
you'll hit your target just because you pulled the trigger.
When you're panicked or in a hurry,
you end up pulling the trigger even if your gun isn't facing your target.
Both of the shots the hooligan fired
went under Mista's arm and disappeared into the darkness.
The hell?!
S-Stay back! You hear me?!
Three, four, five, six shots!
Unbelievably, they all faded into the darkness.
Then his panicked friends started shooting.
At this point, this is nothing short of a miracle,
but not a single shot hit Mista.
Meanwhile, Mista was astonished at his own state of quiet concentration.
What the hell's going on?
Wh-Who is this guy?!
Bro!
Wh-What are you—
After stealing one of the guns and some bullets,
Mista calmly loaded the cylinder,
and pulled the trigger as calmly as a nurse inserting a shot
into a patient's arm.
He pointed the gun at their faces and shot four perfect shots.
Of course, this was his first time killing someone,
but he didn't hesitate or feel any remorse.
In a helpless situation, Mista made the decision to cut through the shadows.
Eat lead!
The driver of the truck must be its owner,
because...
his right leg isn't injured.
I wasn't planning to kill you, but...
O-Ow!
Damn it! You shot me twice, you piece of shit!
Quit moving! I'm going to aim properly this time, damn it!
How could I say something so lame?!
That's not what I meant!
I was supposed to ask how that bastard didn't die
after I shot him in the head!
Did the bullet just happen to miss his brain?
That was so charming of you, Mista.
Your name is Mista, isn't it?
I heard that you have even more friends on Capri,
but you're the only one who's seen my face.
Isn't that right, Mista?
After that little trap you set for me with the radio,
I wound up getting shot twice in that surprise attack,
but if I face you head-on with my Stand, Arts & Crafts,
I can easily deflect a bullet from a puny little pistol.
By the way, I was a bit too busy to count,
but how many bullets was that in all, huh?
You fired four on this truck...
And I'm pretty sure you fired two back at the watchhouse in Marina Grande.
Right? I counted correctly, didn't I, Mista?
Now I can get close enough to beat the shit out of you safely, right?
Shit. I need to reload!
Wh-What the?!
Y-You're kidding me! My left hand won't let go!
Whoa!
Hey! How long are you gonna keep driving?! Stop the damn truck, you dumbass!
Yeah... Someone stop it, please.
Someone stop this truck! This thing is...
Think about it for a sec.
Why was I nice enough to let you know that you were out of bullets?
Did you think it was because I'm a nice guy?
Mista...
I only told you because I knew you could no longer escape from this truck.
The driver also can't let up on the gas pedal,
nor can he let go of the steering wheel.
I told you because you won't be able to reload
with your left hand stuck to the truck.
Those are the bullets that the bastard's Stand deflected.
They've stopped in mid-air, like they're fixed in place
and moving in conjunction with the truck.
Fixed in place...
He must've used his ability to affix the bullets into place mid-air,
and to affix the driver and me onto this truck.
His ability is to fix something he's touched into place.
The bullet I shot at him was also affixed to his skin at the opening of the wound
and hasn't actually penetrated his head. That's why he hasn't died!
To tell you the truth, Mista,
I'm ecstatic that you attacked me.
So much that I'm willing to forget the fact that you shot a bullet at my head.
I mean, it was up in the air if Polpo's fortune actually existed or not.
It's just a rumor among some thugs, after all.
But the fact that you attacked me means it actually exists!
I'm overflowing with hope and motivation! All right!
I can passionately steal the ten billion from that bastard Bucciarati!
I told you it would be easy for my Stand to deflect your bullets!
Yee-haw!
Wh-What?! Another bullet showed up from the shadows?
He fired two bullets in a single shot?
Is that Mista's Stand?
But...
I can still deflect it somewhat!
Hell yeah!
Well done, Six Bullets Number 6 and Number 7!
And now that we've thrown you from the truck,
there's nothing more to worry about!
Ow! You shot me again, you bastard!
But... you're not getting away.
This is for ten billion! You're not getting away!
There is a way to defeat him.
But he's strong... That's a fact.
Will I be able to do it?
Sale
Arts & Crafts
Blood...
A vehicle...
The enemy and Mista are in a car, heading toward the top of the island.
Will I be able to catch up with them?
Either way, I need to find a car to chase them in.
Four bullets?
What the hell's going on?
I only have four bullets!
Why do I only have four left? Seriously!
Mista, it's because you dropped some bullets!
You dropped them, dummy!
Four is unlucky.
Don't put all four in there. It'll just be bad luck.
I-I can take my hands off the wheel!
Yes! My feet can move, too!
Now I can finally stop!
Don't you dare stop!
Huh? B-But you told me to stop the truck earlier!
And what I'm saying right now is more correct, at least when I'm talking to you.
Listen up. I want to go back to Marina Grande.
My buddy's back at the marina.
There has to be another way back there.
I won't harm you. I'll even thank you if you take me back.
Got it?!
That bastard stops the bullets at the surface of his skin so they don't penetrate his body.
The ability to fix things in place...
How am I supposed to beat him?
If I can just shoot into his mouth...
The inside of his body should be defenseless.
He might actually die.
But I only have four bullets left.
Damn it, talk about unlucky!
Three would've been much better.
Now that I've seen his face and know who he is, I don't need to do anything dangerous.
It'd be much safer to meet back up with Giorno at the marina.
I have extra bullets with the rest of my things, too.
Th-That bastard!
Impossible! He scaled the cliff already?!
Hey, stop the truck!
Huh? Now what?
Stop the truck, I said!
Hurry it up!
Th-That's the guy from earlier!
Mista...
There's no way in hell I'm going to let you tell your buddies who I am!
I'm not letting you get away, Mista!
He can affix rocks in the air, just like the bullets?
He climbed up here like he was using a ladder?
Why the hell did you stop the truck, you dumbass?!
Huh?
Drive!
Huh? Wait, what?
Full speed ahead! You'll be sorry if you stop!
If you want to settle things right here, right now...
Let's do this!
Driver, don't you dare stop the truck!
Just gotta tap it slightly with my finger...
Even if it's just slightly, if I tap it over and over,
it'll just keep building up force in the place where it's affixed.
I can't hit it too hard.
It'll throw off my aim, and my enemy will figure out which way it's going to fly.
And then... I let it loose!
Bam
What?!
It came back to you, Mista.
Those three Stands of yours that you just fired lost control and flew off.
Just a little at a time...
You just keep tapping it with just a little bit of force.
Just like tapping an SOS in Morse code.
The aim's not perfect, so I can't use it on things that move around too much,
but I can definitely use it on you right now!
Th-This really sucks...
Talk about bad luck.
Four is always the absolute worst for me.
Ever since I was a kid...
There are just some misfortunes you can't see.
Still, other than that, it's a good number.
I only have one bullet left, but this means the worst is over, right?
Now the number's one, damn it!
Number 5! Number 6! Group up!
We're all gonna group up on this last shot!
This is the the last of them, so give it your all!
Yeah!
Stay put, Mista!
Don't you try to shoot me again, you dumbass!
Just look at this distance! No matter what abilities your Stand uses on the bullets,
or how many you fire, I clearly have the upper hand.
I have plenty of time to defend myself!
You've realized by now that it's impossible to beat me, haven't you, Mista?
If I told you...
that I only have one bullet left in this chamber, would you believe me?
I'm telling you the truth.
I only have one bullet left.
If I shoot it and you somehow manage to deflect it,
I'll be out of bullets.
You'll find out anyway, so I might as well tell you now.
If I miss this last shot, you'll see that I'm out of bullets!
Though messing up is hypothetical right now...
I'm definitely going to shoot you with this one, final bullet!
What are you pointlessly rambling on about, Mista?
It doesn't matter to me how many bullets you have left.
Whether you fire a single bullet or a hundred, you can't defeat me!
It's not pointless at all.
You're definitely going to let your guard down
now that you know I only have one bullet left.
This is pointless.
He's gonna use his Stand!
Leave it to me!
Let's go! We only have one target!
Give it your all!
You're aiming for the inside of my mouth.
Am I wrong?
He opened his mouth on his own!
He's not going to defend himself!
We'll just have to charge right in!
I knew it.
Ow!
I knew you were aiming there...
At the inside of my mouth!
That's what any normal person would think...
That I shouldn't be able to use my ability to affix things inside my body.
It's a pain in the ass to guard myself, so I opened my mouth for you!
Impossible...
He can even affix things inside his mouth to guard against the bullet?
Damn... This really freakin' hurts!
But... it looks like you weren't lying about that being your last bullet.
I see you're not shooting again.
You done now, Mista?
If you're finished...
The launching power on this baby...
is more than ready, Mista!
Take this! Release!
He really did let down his guard.
He let his guard down because Mista was out of bullets!
We just wanted to get closer to him,
because the closer we get, the better we can aim!
Wh-What?!
Wh-When did they—
Shit! They're too close!
Here we go, boys!
Aim!
Arts & Crafts! Defend!
The bullet split in two?!
It won't matter if he gets one more clean hit on me,
but... he's not aiming for that, is he?
That's not good.
Don't tell me... he's aiming for that!
That's—
I aimed for the same wound.
If I shoot another round at the one that's stopped in your head,
it's going to push it just enough to dig further into your skull!
I mean, if you're invincible enough to withstand that too, I'm sorta screwed, but...
We did it!
Yes!
Come on, Number 3.
I keep telling you to not bully Number 5, jeez...
He's still somewhat alive, even though he's got a bullet in his brain.
Guess your Stand really is invincible.
Bucciarati told me not to kill you, but...
Hey, we're going back! Back to the marina!
What do you want?!
What the hell is with you guys?!
Damn it.
Who the hell do they think I am?
Telling me to stop, then go...
I'm not a freakin' taxi, you dumbasses!
How dare you threaten me?!
I'll let you off the hook for now, but next time I'm gonna let you have it!
I'm terribly sorry, but I'm chasing someone.
Could you take me to the top of the island in this truck?
Quit wasting time! I'm desperate here!
You're gonna drive! Got it?!
Y-Yes, sir...
Episodio 09 The First Mission from the Boss