JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Jon was now unusually calm, mentioning that he knew the missile's trajectory, and his abilities were sufficient to deal with it.

Facing the outside of the cabin door, a pink face, contorted in a fierce grimace, bulged on Jon's forehead.

"Crimson King. Epitaph!" Jon chanted in his heart.

Instantly predicting the missile's trajectory, the fireball already condensed in his hand leaped out.

Drawing a graceful arc in the sky, the fireball couldn't maintain its spherical shape due to friction with the air, instead resembling a shooting star in the sky.

Streaks of crimson shooting stars collided head-on with the military-green missile, barely visible in the darkness.

Meanwhile, Jon continued to control the fire from behind, preventing the exploding flames from engulfing the area.

At this moment, Jon was kneeling on one knee, arms outstretched in front of him, completely focused.

The usually taciturn pilot suddenly turned his head, pulled out a large-caliber pistol resembling a Desert Eagle, and fired continuously at Jon's head and chest.

Bang, bang, bang, like thunder, three shots were fired.

No, he was only aiming at the chest, because the powerful recoil unconsciously raised the muzzle to the forehead.

Jon was caught off guard and instantly hit, one bullet near the temple of his head, and one in the left chest. The last bullet missed because his muzzle was raised too high.

Jon fell straight down like that, a trickle of blood flowing out through the bullet holes, and the Nen energy on his body began to dissipate slowly.

His eyes stared blankly, refusing to close, as if he hadn't even realized someone had betrayed him before he died.

His hands drooped weakly, his feet still retaining their pre-death posture.

It was too brief, the kill was completed almost instantly, and it could be said that Jon died without any pain, dying in a flash.

"Why…"

Before Ward could finish speaking, the pilot immediately steadied the gun stock with his other hand and turned the muzzle towards Edward, who was also in a daze.

He also hadn't reacted to what kind of person this pilot was. If he was a descendant of the Dark, then everyone was in the same boat now, and killing Jon would do more harm than good.

If he was from the Hunter Association, then why would he choose this moment, and why did he just…

Continuing to shoot at Edward, Ambrose had been drawing a square from the moment he turned his head to draw his gun.

Now it was just completed, blocking most of the bullets, with only one bullet passing through an instant before the square was formed, hitting Edward.

However, Edward was already covered with thick resentment, and the bullet only grazed his skin.

Click, click, click, the pilot frantically pulled the trigger, but the bullets were already gone.

He threw the gun aside as if it were a hot potato.

After seeing him throw the gun, Old Man Ward immediately checked on Jon's condition, not even bothering to scold him.

No breath, Nen energy dissipated, and pupils dilated, Ward immediately leaned down, pressed his ear against his chest, and listened for a heartbeat, but the heartbeat had also stopped.

All the evidence showed that Jon was already a corpse.

A space-type ability user, a powerful young man, died just like that.

He was the one who brought Jon on the plane, never expecting that he wouldn't die at Edward's hands, or block the politician's missile, but would die from a sneak attack by 'his own people'.

This made him feel somewhat ashamed towards Jon. He didn't have to die, but that's just how it was. He had also experienced great storms, and now he felt more anger and confusion.

"Why? Why do this! Why kill Jotaro!" Ward angrily questioned. (Jon is still using the Jotaro alias now)

Because no one was piloting it, the plane plummeted from high altitude as if it had gone mad.

Fortunately, everyone here was not an ordinary person, and was not thrown out by the turbulence.

"I will apologize with my death. I can only say I'm sorry to him. Mr. Ward, you can't practice the Hundred-Type Guanyin, even if you are more merciful than Netero, your mercy comes from your thoughts.

Don't pursue the Chairman's false mercy anymore, without the determination to cut off a strong man's wrist, where would the hero come from. We will surely become heroes, glorious even in death."

Ward and Edward understood the reason for his sneak attack. Ward could instantly kill Edward at close range.

Ward also had the courage to sacrifice himself, but others didn't, because there was Jon, a 'temporary worker' who feared death, so Ward didn't dare to act.

As long as Jon was killed, Ward would definitely kill Edward for the sake of the overall situation.

This was a conspiracy! Edward suddenly realized.

Ward also understood a lot. That pilot could see Nen energy. He acted when he saw that Jon had less Nen energy on his body in order to block the flames.

He may have had this plan from the beginning. He was a government dog.

Since entering the prison as a guard, Ward had not interacted much with others, preferring to practice martial arts alone, and basically didn't know anyone in the prison.

All the pilots here were from the government's military, but Ward hadn't thought of this. This government spy may have already understood everything and made arrangements.

Although Ward was born violent and had a bad temper, he had compassion in his heart, and compared to Netero, his compassion was more like the benevolence of women in history.

What he had been trying to suppress was this kind of feminine benevolence. He could unhesitatingly attack criminals, but he lacked the will to kill when it came to others.

Like many protagonists in hot-blooded juvenile comics.

Originally, Jon was brought on the plane as a shackle to restrain Ward and a good tool to intercept other flying objects.

Now that he was dead, not only was there no one to block the shells in front, but the shackles on Ward's body had been removed.

Edward had even prepared to activate the Light of Aberration at any time.

Silent silence, but the air didn't freeze, the plane was falling rapidly, and the friction of the air was the only sound on the scene.

The pilot's consciousness gradually began to dissipate due to the poison.

The plane would fall into the sea sooner or later without a pilot. Without knowing the route, they couldn't swim out of such a large sea.

Moreover, the government and the Association had not given up chasing them. Unless they kept diving into the sea, they would definitely be discovered soon.

Without Jon, they had no means to block the missiles.

Big crisis!!!

ps: The protagonist is not dead, and will not be canceled because of this. There will be a reversal chapter tomorrow, I'm going to sleep first today.

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