JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Ambros's accomplices were almost all dead, and the remaining ones were mostly disloyal underlings.

It was truly a rout. Those who had originally hoped that Ambros would rescue them and bring out the resentment ability, seeing Edward ignore them, were disheartened and surrendered.

Some, relying on their abilities as superhumans, stubbornly resisted, but were quickly dealt with. These prisoners had all secretly cultivated resentment (the prison had surveillance) and were cannon fodder who hadn't undergone long-term training.

Continuing to resist would result in being killed by the guards. If they surrendered, they could save their lives because of the country's laws.

At most, they would receive some punishment, but since they were already serving life sentences and couldn't be executed, what was there to fear?

Life is the most important thing, everyone knows that. Only Edward was betting his life for freedom.

Jon didn't know which was more precious, life or freedom, and he didn't know what he would choose.

Edward spread his arms, enjoying the sea breeze, gazing at the distance from the coastline as if he could pierce through the dark night.

Freedom, this was Edward's choice. He should have been mentally prepared to pay the price for it.

But wouldn't leaving by plane be a certain death? The only chance of survival was actually to stay here and threaten the Hunter Association with the entire prison population.

Going out would only result in the deaths of a few people at most. He and Ward were very likely to be abandoned by the higher-ups, and Edward wouldn't survive then either.

But taking advantage of the Hunter Association's lack of reaction was the best opportunity. If he missed it, although he might survive, freedom would certainly be hopeless.

Jon calmly looked at Edward, seemingly trying to see through him. Of course, Edward also noticed Jon's gaze, but didn't pay much attention to it.

Of course, it wasn't that Edward had relaxed his vigilance towards Jon. On the contrary, the person Edward was most wary of was Jon.

He could rely on Ambros, who wouldn't harm him secretly. He had a certain understanding of Ward, even if he couldn't say he knew him inside and out.

Only regarding Jon did he know very little. He only knew that he possessed the ability to control fire (Ambros said so). As for how strong his fire control ability was, he didn't know because he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

At this time, Ambros also came over hurriedly, wearing clothes and carrying a large bag. If he wasn't injured, he probably would have rushed over directly.

He always looked at Jon with angry eyes. If eyes could kill, Jon didn't know how many times he would have died.

Heretics are more hateful than heathens. He wanted to have peaceful dialogue with the Hunter Association, which was a gathering of mind power users, but he couldn't wait to kill the heretics who betrayed the darkness and stabbed him in the back.

Because his body was too severely injured, he couldn't fight. He would have fought Jon to the death long ago.

Now Edward's attitude was not clear, and it was not easy to ask Edward for help. It could be seen that he was not very willing to intervene in the grievances between the darkness and the Hunter Association.

If he forcibly coerced Edward's will with kindness and made him kill that bastard named Jotaro, it might be possible to do it.

But this would inevitably arouse Edward's resentment, and the sacrifices and efforts of his compatriots would be in vain. The current priority was to win Edward's sympathy.

His side was standing on the position of the weak and oppressed. As long as he operated properly, there might be a chance to bring him onto the mountain.

Jon ignored Ambros's loser-like glare, but instead thought of the house dog next door in his hometown, relying on its master's power to bark wildly.

Carefully examining Ambros's thin body under his strong exterior, this was Ambros's original appearance.

Changing from the broad-shouldered man who could directly wrestle with Beorandi, the current Ambros was a slender pretty boy.

His height also dropped by nearly one centimeter. Although he still had a square face, he looked like a completely different person.

Honestly, relying on resentment, Jon really couldn't tell who was who. He felt like they were all a mass of purple-black, but abilities couldn't be faked.

The group of four boarded the plane. Now there were five people on the plane, only one of whom was an ordinary person.

And he was the guard who served as the pilot. Although he was also an active air force member, he wasn't enough to compare with the other four dangerous individuals.

Oh no, now he might still have a chance to defeat the seriously injured Ambros. Now he coughed up blood with any strenuous exercise, and his chest had collapsed.

This kind of injury would have caused an ordinary person to faint long ago. Only superhumans who cultivated special abilities like them could maintain a clear consciousness.

In terms of being beaten, Ambros was not much different from enhancement-type ability users.

Now he was maintaining his consciousness with willpower alone, and had to endure great pain with every breath.

It could be said that now being able to walk over consciously was already Ambros's best effort. It should be unlikely to use resentment ability to fight.

The plane started very quickly. The quality of this plane was indeed good, worthy of being military equipment. Although this air force soldier couldn't be considered an ace pilot, he was also very qualified.

"Where are you going?" Ward remembered to ask Edward before flying.

"Fly up first, hand over the control of the plane to me, I'll tell you where to fly and you fly there."

Ward instructed and handed over the command to Edward.

Then he silently looked at Jon, nodded slightly at Jon, and then turned to Edward.

"Aren't you afraid that once you are far away from the prison and the losses are small, I will kill you."

"You won't do that. I knew it from the first time I saw you. If you could kill me, I would have died long ago.

If you kill me, my ability will continue to activate, and you will die too." Edward replied confidently.

"I'm not afraid of death." Ward replied instantly.

"There is a map on the back seat, tell me quickly where you want to go."

Edward looked at the map and casually pointed to a small island, "Go here."

"That's too far. You should have taken that transport plane. This is an armed helicopter, it doesn't have such a long-range flight capability."

"Don't worry so much, just fly. I know myself."

"Okay" Without asking why, he was concise and to the point. The plane suddenly tilted and began to turn.

"Fly at low altitude, slow down, open the hatch."

Jon's eyes lit up, which was exactly what he wanted.

"We are now grasshoppers on the same rope. We will have to rely on you two to intercept that thing later."

Jon understood instantly that if they encountered other planes attacking later, they would have to rely on Jon and Ward to intercept them.

Jon was waiting, waiting for dawn, which would be the moment to counterattack.

There were still two and a half hours until dawn.

Half an hour later, Jon realized why Edward was so confident.

In the era when Edward was active, radar was a rare item. He might not know about the current satellite tracking.

The current helicopter's position was being reported to the satellite in real time. Edward, this old antique, although he had the appearance of a young man, still relied on his previous experience.

He didn't know that he was already being tracked. Seeing the missiles flying rapidly from a distance, Jon felt a headache.

Damn it, give me some more time! As expected, they abandoned us as pawns!

Jon gathered flames in his hands and released a high-speed fire bullet at the missile.

The fire bullet collided with the missile two seconds later, creating a huge explosion, with flames shooting in all directions and smoke entangled with the exploding flames.

The plane was pushed several meters to the side by the blast wave generated by the explosion. The whole plane shook as if there was an earthquake.

Jon's pupils shrank. He saw five or six missiles following closely behind, and the exhaust fumes behind them.

"oh, mygod!!!!"

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