JOJO hiding in the hunter world

By this time, the entire prison was in chaos, with large numbers of prisoners released from both the male and female sections.

Although Kutak had already been killed by Jon, his brains splattered by Silver Chariot, dead as could be.

However, the mastermind behind the plan hadn't just sent Jon and Kutak; they had other contingencies in place.

Basically, half of the prison cell doors were opened, but the effect wasn't as good as they'd imagined, with few responding.

Generally, those old-timers who'd been there for a long time, while they also wanted to escape, didn't want to be used as pawns; unless there was a significant advantage, they wouldn't side with anyone.

Only the newcomers who'd arrived recently and were disobedient, and those who hadn't gotten a chance last time, were eager to move.

The Phantom Troupe's escape last time had given them great encouragement, but the most active instigators were all locked up in solitary confinement.

These people included martial arts masters capable of taking on ten opponents, and super criminals who were once Nen users, but now things had happened too suddenly, and without preparation, they couldn't use their Nen abilities, making it somewhat difficult to deal with the specially trained guards with firearms.

Who thinks they can block bullets with their bare hands? The guards here are all armed with real guns, not the tranquilizer darts from outside.

Those who can become bullet-proof are ultimately in the minority, and this also applies to this prison full of talent.

Jon had no time to pay attention to the battles between the criminals and guards; it was all very boring, flashy, and not as effective as Jon's own fists.

Jon ignored them and headed straight for a place; on the map, three points were marked. But Jon already knew Edward's location.

Jon felt immense pressure; even from a distance, he could feel the explosive killing intent.

If he didn't have a Stand, he might have been scared and run away; that was dozens of times his own Nen.

It was as big a difference as Captain America before the serum meeting Thanos. Fortunately, Jon didn't rely on Nen; it was just a tool for him.

Jon couldn't help but quicken his pace, because there were too few mirrors in this damn place; it would be embarrassing if he couldn't get out of the Mirror World later.

So Jon didn't use the Mirror Man to sneak around, but ran directly from the outside.

Generally, the criminals were too busy saving their own lives to block Jon, and the guards didn't dare to approach him; all they could do was threaten Jon.

Later, Jon was too lazy to answer them; they wouldn't believe him anyway, and he was too lazy to argue.

Seeing that intimidation was ineffective, they opened fire directly, but all the bullets were blocked by Sexy Pistols, not hurting Jon a hair.

There were guards chasing Jon, but it was useless; Jon's running speed was very fast, and using the Ripple's stickiness, he could easily do wall-walking like chakra.

The guards were all wearing various equipment, dozens of pounds of gear, so of course they couldn't outrun Jon, who was lightly dressed, on flat ground.

They didn't dare take off their protective gear to chase people; after all, their lives were more important.

This led to Jon leaving everyone in the dust, with a large group of people far behind.

Suddenly, Jon seemed to sense something and immediately dived into the cover next to him.

Sure enough, at the last moment before Jon entered the cover, he caught a glimpse of an armed helicopter circling in the sky.

Jon was very familiar with that sound; he had encountered several people using helicopters. Armed helicopters were very popular in this world, and he had seen them many times, so much so that Jon thought for a while that there were no jet fighters in this world.

Just now, the sound of gunfire, chasing, and noise had momentarily blinded his senses, and he hadn't noticed the sound of the rotor above his head.

The combat style of armed helicopters is completely different from that of the guard forces.

Before the guards attack, they have to ask and give the other side a chance to repent. If the other side shouts to stop halfway, they can also brake.

Once an armed helicopter is dispatched, it means big trouble; these are situations that the guards can't solve. Generally, they use carpet-bombing attacks; unless you die, they won't hear you even if you ask them to stop halfway.

When the guards saw the armed helicopter coming, they knew that it was likely to be a carpet bombing. Why would they stay here as living targets to be buried with? They scattered like birds and beasts, focusing on dealing with other escapees.

Because it was night, the searchlights on the plane shone directly into the building where Jon was.

This building should be a rest room for the guards to rest in the middle of the way, a small bungalow of only thirty square meters, barely enough to live in.

But it was small but complete, with everything inside, and the walls were still quite strong, so it shouldn't be blown away by a Gatling gun all at once.

The armed helicopter was too lazy to talk nonsense, and after confirming the target, it directly launched two missiles at the small bungalow where Jon was.

Jon wanted to curse.

Why don't you use this equipment to fight real enemies? What kind of ability is it to attack an undercover agent like me. These pig teammates are harming people badly.

This house doesn't seem to be able to withstand missile bombing. This was the first time Jon had seen this kind of missile.

He had seen it on TV before, but he had never had a direct feeling for the power of missiles.

But intuition and common sense were frantically reminding Jon of the danger.

Jon was not the kind of ruthless person who liked extreme operations, nor was he a fool who couldn't count; he knew that this missile was very dangerous.

From the knowledge Jon knew in his previous life, it seemed that missiles could correct their trajectory to track targets, and it was useless to escape; could you run faster than a missile?

The only way to deal with it now was to intercept the missile in advance.

The armed helicopter didn't shout, and after confirming the target, it directly launched missiles at the small bungalow where Jon was.

"Magician's Red!" The turkey man made a brilliant appearance again, emitting a crisp and excited eagle cry.

"Flame Missile!"

Two basketball-sized fireballs flew from the turkey man's hands, directly hitting the two missiles.

"Magician's Red, Flame Barrier!"

Magician's Red waved his hand, and a flame barrier like a cloak appeared above Jon's diagonal.

Jon's development of Magician's Red was too low; some high-difficulty techniques, such as Sensing Crossfire and Flame Doppelganger, could not be done.

But throwing the flame out in a spherical shape was still possible. The high-temperature fireball exploded the missile directly upon contact, detonating in the air.