JOJO hiding in the hunter world

In reality, Porter White and Jon didn't have much conversation either. After all, Jon had only met him once and wasn't very familiar with him.

Porter White's communication with Jon was very simple. On the contrary, Porter White's follower and Jon had a lot of interaction.

Sure enough, this was more in line with his style. Porter White looked like a muscle-bound freak whose muscles had grown onto his forehead.

However, Porter White listened very carefully every time Jon spoke, and occasionally asked questions.

Both sides maintained a businesslike attitude, without trying to get close.

Jon didn't even dare to show too many expressions. He wasn't a dedicated undercover agent, and it wouldn't be good if his expressions betrayed him when talking about important matters.

Jon maintained a poker face, calm and collected.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't intend to get close either, and was very serious and neither arrogant nor humble.

They asked some questions about where Jon had been recently and what he had been doing. Of course, it was just a casual inquiry.

Jon was very clear that they didn't trust him, but it was also within expectations. Fortunately, they gave Jon a day.

Everything had been basically arranged. Jon had anticipated these questions and prepared reasonable answers.

Basically, there was no way to verify anything, and they would definitely not be able to find out anything.

"I'll ask you again, are you sure you don't know where Dio went? Do you have any relationship with that Dio?"

Jon's expression turned serious. He must not reveal any flaws, Jon told himself silently.

Without much panic, "I've said it many times, I really don't have any relationship with Dio."

"Is that so? Then how much do you know about the Passione organization?"

"I have already clarified this matter with Mr. Porter White. I know very little about the Passione organization and have never been in contact with members of the Passione organization before. You may be disappointed if you want to inquire about their news."

He didn't know why they had been beating around the bush and avoiding the main points before. Why were they being so direct now, weren't they afraid that he would directly turn hostile?

However, considering the burly Porter White next to him, Jon didn't explode. If he could beat them, he would have flipped the table long ago.

"If these are all you want to ask, then I'm sorry I can't keep you company. I also have my own things to do."

The man's eyes suddenly softened, "Sorry, I was just joking to confirm. By the way, Boss Porter White didn't tell me about this!"

"There's one last question, do you think what you are doing is just?"

Jon paused. He didn't expect him to ask such a question, which was beyond Jon's expectations.

"I don't know if I'm just or not. If I had known earlier, I might have been able to prevent these tragedies from happening.

Those twenty-odd people wouldn't have died. I failed to save them."

"I won't keep you company. This hotel no longer accepts guests, but if it's you, maybe it's possible. I won't keep you big shots for dinner."

This hotel had a big explosion a few days ago, the one where Jon hired Illumi to kill people. Several people were killed, causing the hotel to remain closed and not accepting guests. However, with Porter White's identity as a terrorist hunter, getting a room should be easy.

Jon turned and left.

Damn it, finally done. He was just bluffing just now. He didn't know why that man suddenly asked him such explicit questions.

Jon couldn't figure it out.

Jon claimed that he had nothing to do with the Passione organization. How could Porter White not tell him about this? Jon didn't quite believe it, but he shouldn't have revealed any flaws, at least not any clear evidence.

Without evidence directly pointing to Jon, they couldn't easily take action. Otherwise, how could Jon be able to talk to them so calmly?

Sure enough, you can't talk too much. The more you say, the more likely you are to make a mistake. Jon slowly disappeared into the night.

The young man smiled, "He didn't say a word of truth before, full of lies. I can't believe his words.

Although he didn't admit it, I'm sure he has a problem, but now I just used that method to test him. I don't know if he will be directly scared."

Porter White frowned: "Are you saying that he will be driven to desperation and come to make trouble for us? That's impossible."

"Indeed, I just confirmed that he shouldn't be the kind of person without brains.

His expression didn't show much, and even with facial expression analysis, you couldn't analyze anything. But he overlooked one thing… He's too normal."

"Ordinary people wouldn't be so calm in this kind of situation where they are about to be framed. They would definitely argue with reason. He only verbally expressed anger and refuted, but his expression still didn't change."

"He's deliberately hiding his thoughts, hiding his expressions, afraid that we will see something. He definitely knows something about the many murders in this city."

"Why, why didn't you tell me earlier to just take down this kid." Porter White was a little angry.

Now that they had found a breakthrough, they should have interrogated him properly. Why did they let the tiger return to the mountain?

"We don't have evidence. We don't have evidence to prove that he is related to the Passione organization, and we don't have anything to prove that he participated in these terrorist cases.

And most importantly, his last sentence, his emotions were real, and his will was very firm. Although he said he didn't know, he definitely has his own beliefs in his heart.

He has always firmly believed that what he does is just."

"Oh?" Porter White also became interested. Porter White was also more wary, because the most terrifying enemies believe that what they do is just when they do evil.

They are completely unaware of their sins.

Just like Father Pucci, he kept saying that he loved people and saved the world, and used this to do evil and kill everyone in the world.

"But he did express condolences for those innocent people who died. There is no doubt that there is justice in his heart."

Hearing such a definite answer, Porter White couldn't help but click his tongue, and also tacitly approved of his kiting strategy.

"There's one more thing, the smell of perfume on him is too strong. My nose is a little uncomfortable."

"Are you saying…"

"I didn't say anything, just a guess, maybe it's just a personal habit. Next, let's get along well and uncover the truth of the matter shrouded in mist."

With a ding, Porter White arrived. The room he booked was not far from the room where Amber Philip died, but it was much smaller.

There was no more ash, but the furniture and handicrafts that were destroyed by the explosion have not been replaced yet.

Beep beep beep, Porter White's phone rang.

"Mr. Porter White, something big has happened, we found…"

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