JOJO in the world of hunters

Almost all of Ambrose's associates are dead, and the rest are less loyal offenders.

The army was really defeated. Those who originally counted on Ambrose to bring out the grudge-loving seniors to save them, saw that Edward ignored them and surrendered in despair.

Some relied on their superpowers to resist stubbornly, but they were quickly eliminated. Those prisoners were all cannon fodder who secretly practiced grievances (the prison was monitored) and had not been trained for a long time.

If they continue to resist, they will be killed by the guards. If they surrender because of the laws of this country, they can still save their lives.

The most you can receive is a small punishment, but it is life imprisonment and what is there to be afraid of when the death penalty cannot be carried out?

Everyone knows that life is the most important thing, but Edward is the only one who is gambling with his life for freedom.

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

Edward opened his arms and enjoyed the sea breeze, looking into the distance from the coastline as if he could pierce the dark night.

Freedom, this is Edward's choice, and he should be mentally prepared to pay the price for it.

Isn't it just that if you leave by plane, you will definitely die? The only chance of survival is to stay here and threaten the Hunter Association with the entire prison population.

Only a few people would die at most, and he and Ward would most likely be abandoned by the higher-ups, so Edward wouldn't be able to survive either.

But taking advantage of the fact that the Hunter Association has not yet reacted is the best opportunity. If you miss it, you may survive, but your freedom will definitely be lost.

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

Of course, it doesn't mean that Edward has relaxed his vigilance towards Jon. On the contrary, the person Edward is most wary of is Jon.

Ambrose wanted to rely on him and would not harm him. Although he could not say that he knew everything about Ward, he had a certain understanding of it.

The only thing he knew very little about Jon was that he had the ability to control fire (Ambrose said). As for how strong his fire control ability was, he didn't know since he had never seen it with his own eyes.

At this time, Ambrose also hurried over wearing clothes and carrying a large bag. If he hadn't been injured, he would have rushed over directly.

He always looked at Jon with an indignant look. If eyes could kill, Jon would have died countless times.

Heretics are more hateful than heretics. He wants to have peaceful dialogue with the Hunters Association, a gathering of people with telekinesis, but he wants to kill the heretics who betray Dark and stab them in the back.

Because his body was too seriously injured to fight, he had already fought tooth and nail with Jon.

Now that Edward's attitude is not obvious, it is difficult to ask Edward for help. It can be seen that he is not willing to get involved in the grudges between An and the Hunter Association.

If Edward is forced to use kindness to force his will to kill that bastard named Jotaro, it is possible.

However, this will inevitably arouse Edward's bad feelings, and the sacrifices and efforts of his compatriots will be in vain. The top priority now is to win Edward's sympathy.

I stand on the side of the weak and the oppressed, so as long as I operate it properly, I may not have any chance of making a profit on him.

Jon ignored Ambrose's scourge-like glare, but instead thought of the dog next door to his hometown that took advantage of human influence to bark wildly.

Carefully look at Ambrose's thin body under the strong skin. This is Ambrose's true appearance.

After changing his original appearance of a broad-minded man who could directly wrestle with Beorandi, Ambrose is now a slender pretty boy.

His height has also plummeted by nearly one centimeter. Although he still has the Chinese character face, he looks like two completely different people.

To be honest, with his resentment, Jon really couldn't tell who was who. It felt like they were all a purple-black mess, but his ability couldn't fake it.

A group of four people boarded the plane. There were now five people on the plane, and there was only one ordinary person.

And he is the driver's guard. Although he is also in the Air Force, he is not very impressive compared to the other four dangerous elements.

Oh no, now he might still have hope of defeating the seriously injured Ambrose. Now he coughs up blood and his chest collapses when he exercises strenuously.

Ordinary people would have fainted and died if such injuries were sustained, so only superpowers like them who practice special abilities can maintain a clear consciousness.

In terms of being beaten, Ambrose is not much different from a person with enhanced abilities.

Now I only have to rely on my will to survive until now, and I have to endure tremendous pain every time I take a breath.

It can be said that it is Ambrose's full strength to be able to walk here sober now, and it is unlikely that he will use his grudge ability in a fight.

The aircraft started very quickly. The quality of the aircraft is really good and it is indeed a military instrument. Although this Air Force soldier is not an ace pilot, he is still very qualified.

"Where are you going?" Ward only remembered to ask Edward before taking off.

"Fly first and give me the control of the plane. You can go wherever I tell you to go."

Ward gave the command to Edward with just a few instructions.

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

"Don't worry, if you are far away from the prison and the loss is small, I will kill you."

"You won't do this. I knew from the first glance I saw you that if I could kill you, I would have died long ago.

Kill me, and my power will continue to activate, and you will die by then." Edward replied confidently.

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

"I know, but this innocent boy will also die, right? You didn't kill me in prison at the beginning because of those cute juniors." Edward deliberately emphasized the words innocent and cute.

"You are not suitable to lie and hide information." After saying this, he ignored Ward.

"Is there a map of the area?" Edward asked the pilot.

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

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

"It's too far there. You should take the transport plane. We are armed helicopters and don't have the ability to fly such long distances."

"Don't worry about so many flying yours. I know it myself."

"Okay" didn't ask why. He spoke concisely and to the point. The plane suddenly tilted and started to turn.

"Fly low, slow down and open the door."

Jon's eyes lit up, and he agreed.

"We are now a grasshopper on a rope. It will be up to you two to intercept that thing later."

Jon instantly understood that if there was another plane attacking, it would be up to Jon and Ward to intercept it.

Jon was waiting, waiting until dawn, the time to fight back.

There are still two and a half hours until dawn.

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

When Edward was still active, radar was a rare item, and he may not have known about current satellite tracking.

The position of the current helicopter is reported to the satellite in real time. Although Edward, an old antique, has the appearance of a young man, he is still based on his previous experience.

He never knew that he was being tracked. Looking at the missiles flying rapidly in the distance, Jon felt dizzy.

Give me some time, you bastard! He really gave us up as abandoned children!

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

The flame bomb collided with the missile two seconds later, causing a huge explosion, with fire and smoke surrounding the explosion.

The plane was pushed sideways several meters by the air waves generated by the explosion, and the entire plane shook as if it was shaken.

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

"Oh, my god!!!"