JOJO in the world of hunters

Jon had set his sights on this place early in the morning. It was a street corner and it was difficult to see the intersecting street because of a building.

So there is a road reflector at this street corner, which was formerly known as a wide-angle mirror.

Because the permeability of glass is too high, it is difficult for the person in the mirror to act on the glass.

But this road reflector can. Although it is a convex mirror, it is enough to use the person in the mirror.

Although the convex mirror will distort the object image, my body does not change with the change of light.

After Jon entered the mirror world, he immediately performed a time delete and ran into a deserted street, using the freedom of stone and ripple qigong to quickly climb up.

Jon has already thrown out smoke bombs, and they must still be worried about things about the Dark Continent. How can they have a good chance to escape?

Jon immediately used Knum to change his appearance, threw away the coat on his upper body, found a mirror in a clothing store and walked out of the mirror world, quickly blending into the crowd.

When Porterby and Poirot chased him, Jon had already escaped. They could only trace Jon to the street where he stayed before entering the mirror world through footprints and scent.

"Can it still be traced?"

“Both the smell and the footprints are gone here, as if someone had wiped them out of thin air.

And there is no other person’s scent here. My sense of smell should be able to hide it from me as long as the other person is careful enough.”

"But there are no footprints here of anyone else who might have taken Jon away.

In other words, Jotaro is real, and his space ability is also real, which explains why Jon negotiated with us so calmly just now. But his ability must have great limitations."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen such a hidden and uninhabited place to run away. He should be quite afraid of you, Mr. Potterby. In the end, he just watched us chatting with Jon instead of coming out on his own.

Even after rescuing Jon, he didn't dare to show his face, he shouldn't be particularly strong."

Porter glanced at Poirot and explained, "People with space abilities are generally cautious and timid, otherwise they wouldn't have awakened this ability."

"What should we do now? Should we continue the investigation or..." After all, Potter was the nominal leader of this operation, and he still had to give him face.

But in any case, Poirot has decided to report what he heard today to President Netero exactly as it is.

He didn't understand the Dark Continent and was not qualified to make a judgment on this matter. He could safely pass the blame to others and just be a consultant.

Seeing that Poirot was so honest, he also glanced at Poirot and said, "What do you think we should do?"

Unexpectedly, Porterby also kicked the ball. In fact, Porterby didn't know what to do. He didn't know the Dark Continent very well. He wanted to know how Poirot would solve it.

Poirot glanced at Porter. In the hospital just now, Porter's eyes were sincere and did not seem to be fake. There was no intention of testing and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then let me talk about some of my personal opinions. My knowledge of the Dark Continent is very limited, but because I have participated in a certain mission before, I also know a small amount of relevant information. That place is undoubtedly the source of disaster.

There are some organisms and viruses that are capable of destroying human civilization. My level of knowledge and breadth of knowledge cannot support me in making accurate judgments.

So I think it’s better to call President Nitro directly and let him make the decision. President, he has lived a long time and has experienced a lot, so he definitely knows better than us.”

"Instead of reporting to the association, should we report it directly to the president?"

"The association is a mixed bag, and some people with evil intentions are also working in the association. It is best not to let them know this information." Poirot answered matter-of-factly.

Porterby was also very satisfied with Poirot's answer, and he thought exactly the same as Poirot.

"It is indeed the best choice to leave it to President Netero. After all, he should be considered one of the people who knows the Dark Continent best in the world. And the prophecy he said at the end is also very concerning.

We can't stop tracking down the Enthusiastic Organization. If the president is determined to hunt them down, our intelligence can also help. I don't know why there is always a sense of crisis."

Porter didn't say much, and when he returned to the hotel, he used the hotel's landline to call President Nitro to report the situation.

Poirot also added and expressed his own opinions.

When the president heard about the Dark Continent, he also rarely put away his cynical attitude and listened carefully to the reports of Porter White and Poirot.

At the same time, the president did not take any time off, and immediately ordered his assistant, Doudou, to find out Jon's information and the information about the Enthusiastic Organization.

"Is that all there is?"

"One more thing," Poirot added now, "He also told us intentionally or unintentionally that he predicted your death, and that you will die at the hands of creatures in the Dark Continent in the next five to six years."

President: "..."

Nitro was silent for a moment. After all, he suddenly knew the exact date of his death, and his mood was somewhat complicated.

"Oh, is that just that? Is there any other information?" The president told the news of his death very lightly, as casually as if he accidentally dropped a dollar.

The president has lived for too long, and he has always been eager to fight, although the strength of Potter White and Gold is very close to him and may even have surpassed him.

But when I fight against them, I am just playing games. Otherwise, fighting with all my strength will inevitably lead to the death of one party.

He said that many people have surpassed him, but as a martial artist who was once the best in the world, he is already old, but he has the confidence to be undefeated.

He was happy knowing that he died in battle.

The President is still as difficult to figure out as ever, Poirot thought.

"And he wants us to bring you a message: The Enthusiasm Organization, like Jin and Biyang De, will wait until your death and wait until the new era when all people go to explore the dark continent."

"I understand, I will come over." The president hung up the phone.

"Mr. Bean Man!" President Nitro calmed down for a while, then immediately returned to his usual cynical smile.

"What's the matter, President?" Miandou Man rushed over anxiously.

"I have to go on a long trip, so I'll leave the rest of my business to you."

"Is the president going to go off to play by himself again? You are the president of the Hunter Association. At such an old age, why are you still acting like a child..."

Mian Dou Ren preaches like an old mother, and cannot deal with such a boss. He goes out for fun many times on the grounds of performing official duties. He is an old man with a childlike heart.

"Mr. Bean Man, I'm so sorry. Something really happened this time. Mr. Potterhead even called me. There's nothing we can do!"

"Huh? A problem that Mr. Potter can't solve? Isn't that very dangerous? Do you want me to summon other earthly branches to help?"

"No need, I am enough alone. This only involves decision-making, not fighting. Don't worry, I will be back in a month at most."

"Okay, I'll arrange a flight for you." The Doughboy resigned.

Nitro tapped the table with his index finger, then stood up and closed his eyes, as if he was integrated with everything around him.