JOJO in the world of hunters

"Don't move, turn around and squat down!" The guard with a gun looked at Jon in horror.

At this time, Jon was using Jotaro's face. The ground around him was stained with Kutak's blood, and in the dim light, he looked like a living demon.

The lights of the guards behind him shone on Jon, and only then did they see Jon's face clearly.

It was a bit dazzling, so Jon immediately covered his eyes with his hands and squinted at them.

"Hey, hey, I'm not a fugitive, but I just killed a criminal who wanted to escape..."

However, these guards had no intention of letting down their guard at all. Instead, they looked even more warily at Kutak, who only had his face exposed on the ground.

But because he had just been stabbed through by the silver chariot, his face was bloody and bloody, giving Jon a sense of terror that the murderer had just been discovered.

Unexpectedly, these guards became even more excited, and Jon probably realized that he might not look like a good person now.

"Hands up!" The guard tiptoed closer with his gun in hand.

There was a snap, and a guard behind saw Jon raising his hand. Fearing that he might have any counterattack, he shot Jon on the ground next to him to intimidate Jon.

"Daze." Jon held up his hat and realized that there was no way to explain clearly in a short time.

These ordinary little guards may not know their undercover status. Damn it, so little confidentiality work was done at this time. Jon cursed angrily.

Not far away from the explosion was the direction of the women's prison.

We can't wait any longer, as waiting any longer will cause the situation to develop further.

"I am not a fugitive. I am actually a spy sent by the president of the Hunter Association. I am your foreign aid..."

But it seemed that these guards didn't believe what he said. It's no wonder that he wouldn't believe it either.

Still pointing the gun at himself vigilantly, Jon sighed.

Because only a few people know about the mission and there is no secret code in advance, Jon has no way to prove himself now.

Jon immediately put on the Sex Pistols, and in an instant six yellow thumb-sized yellow dolls appeared around Jon.

"NO.1 It's finally our turn to play again! We haven't come out to play for a long time!" A little man with six written on his body couldn't help but sigh.

"We haven't eaten for a long time! We are summoned every time when we are needed! Do you think of us as tools? No, I want to eat delicious food!" A minion with two written on it complained and acted coquettishly.

Everyone went on strike for a while. Indeed, Jon treated them as tools every time and never fed them anything.

In fact, as long as the master eats it, theoretically these avatars will not die of hunger, but as one of the most intelligent and autonomous avatars among all avatars.

The Sex Pistols have begun to pursue delicious food. They like to eat delicious food just to enjoy the taste.

The six little yellow men were crying and making such a fuss in Jon's ears that even the guards' warnings were drowned out.

These six are really great men. A stand-in actually dares to ask for salary from him. Jon couldn't help but sympathize with Mi Si Da. Raising these six people is like raising a child. They have to feed and drink them, and they have to flatter them from time to time. It's too difficult.

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"I'll treat you to a big meal when we get out! Can I please you now?"

"No, we want it now. We have worked for you for so long in vain..." Of course, the shrewd NO.2 refused.

Facing these six villains, Jon was also very confused.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble. Five meals at most. From now on, I will treat you to one meal every time I invite you out. No more. If you don't agree, I will settle for [a craft job]."

"Yeah, deal!" No.3 and No.7 high-fived each other.

However, although these little things are noisy, fortunately, those guards are not substitute messengers, and secondly, they cannot use resentment and thoughts and cannot see or hear the substitute.

But they only heard Jon's discussion with the Sex Pistols. Although they couldn't hear it clearly due to the distance, it sure seemed that the man was discussing something with others.

But he does not and cannot have those communication devices on him, and there is no one else next to him, so who is he talking to?

The bloody face on the ground didn't look like it could speak, nor did it look like it was talking to itself.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Who are you talking to?" They looked at Jon in horror.

No matter how you look at Jon, he doesn't look like a normal person. Jotaro's indifferent face combined with the blood stains on the ground is like a killer star descending from the sky.

Facing so many guns, he didn't panic at all, as if he were looking at a group of children holding toys. The expression on this devil's face seemed to say, "Hurry up and shoot to please me."

The guard's teeth were chattering, his legs were shaking, and his palms were covered in cold sweat. He was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a step back.

Everyone felt this tremendous pressure. Many people had encountered similar things before. Yes, it was the escape of the Phantom Troupe last time.

It was the same last time, bullets were meaningless in front of those monsters. Last time, the team of more than fifty people, all of whom were veterans of the army, could not last for a minute, and the opponent only had two people.

They completely ignore bullet attacks and have all kinds of superpowers. How can we ordinary people defeat them?

Almost everyone was thinking of quitting. Whether it was the huge hole they just saw in the concrete wall of the prison, or the body that was now sunken into the concrete floor, there was something strange everywhere, indicating that Jon was not.

Ordinary people.

Such thick concrete cannot be completed in such a short time even with an electric drill. Judging from the traces, this round hole was drilled in one go.

Also, it seems that the body has been in the concrete ground from the beginning. There is absolutely no way that this kind of thing was put in the day after tomorrow.

This is human beings' fear of the unknown, and existing knowledge is contrary to facts.

Although the people in the Phantom Troupe were powerful last time, they were not so weird. Moreover, they only glanced at the Phantom Troupe from a distance and did not face them directly.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the psychological pressure. Under the tremendous pressure, he gave up thinking.

"Go to hell! You monster!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang hit Jon and empty a magazine.

The Sexy Pistol was also operating at full strength, deflecting all the bullets.

After a round of attacks, he clearly saw his bullet automatically turning when it approached Jon's body (they couldn't see the Sex Pistols kicking away the bullet).

Finally, several people fired in a ventive manner and retreated. Some were so frightened that their legs weakened and they knelt on the ground.

"Why, why is there such a monster that can't be won..." Tears and snot could not stop flowing.

Jon:…

Jon watched them flee blankly, why? I haven't said anything yet, you are all so frightened.

"Stop! You bastards!"

For a time, several sober-minded people stopped because of fear, some fell down, and others ran away without looking back, and Jon was too lazy to catch them.

Jon lowered the brim of his hat, slightly angry. Jon was very afraid or hated someone pointing a gun at him. Although ordinary guns were useless against him, this was a concept from his previous life that he could not change.

"Yeah, yeah, why don't you listen to me? I'm actually with you. You should have a communicator."

"Tell your superiors that their real target is the man named Edward! They must not be allowed to succeed."

After all, they all had murderous intentions towards him. Although they didn't hurt him, they still felt uncomfortable in their hearts.

Since he wasn't injured, Jon didn't pursue the matter because they didn't know about it, but he didn't put on a good face either.

After the explanation, Jon jumped into the darkness next to him.

No one dared to pursue him, and everyone was immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster.

No, to be precise, it's a ridiculous feeling. I was ready to die, but somehow I didn't.

It took about another minute for them to react and call the director to report the situation.

"Dip-dip-"

No one answered the phone.

ps: I am very sorry for not updating yesterday, because there were a lot of people at my house yesterday, and it was not convenient to type. I also went to my great-grandfather’s grave in the evening and didn’t have time. I will be back after one o’clock.