JOJO hiding in the hunter world

So fast! What to do! If I get hit head-on, I'll die. Jon's adrenaline surged, his mind was incredibly clear, and scenes like a revolving lantern appeared.

It's too late. With so many missiles coming at once, it would take at least three seconds to prepare interference flares. Although the flintlock can fire instantly, it can only fire one shot at a time.

The most important thing is that within the explosion range, detonating them would be meaningless. My interference projectile range is two hundred meters, while the opponent's missile kill range is three hundred meters.

Jon's body unconsciously began to linearize, but even linearization couldn't block the burning heat and flying shrapnel of the missile explosion.

Even Magician's Red couldn't handle this flame. Next, I'll try to see if I can use the incomplete Fire Release: Mirror Flame to block it.

Honestly, he didn't have much hope. And Old Man Ward's Furious Eyes Vajra action was too slow to intercept it. But next, I can try.

Although he could use the King of Useless Talk to skip this time, if Edward went on a death rampage next, Jon would only be GG a little later.

Just as Jon was in a dilemma, a voice like heavenly music suddenly came from the front.

"Rest assured," the pilot in the cockpit said.

Edward and Ambrose on the side couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Have we been abandoned?" Jon smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Even if Mr. Edward's ability is terrible, there's no need to go this far. As long as we establish restrictions and covenants with Mr. Edward, we can coexist harmoniously.

Mr. Edward should also be a reasonable person and would agree to reasonable requests.

Mr. Edward, take a step back, and we'll both take a step back. As long as we succeed, neither of us will have anything to worry about. You can gain freedom, and we can safely complete the mission."

Jon still held out hope for peace. As long as they were empathetic, this incident might not be without a way out, and he wouldn't have to risk his life again.

"Impossible!" Ward and Edward answered almost in unison.

"It's absolutely impossible to let him leave alive. You're thinking too simply. Those guys…" Old Man Ward once again became a commentator.

But Edward immediately interrupted Ward's words and began to tell of the ruthlessness and darkness of politicians.

"Only obedient dogs are good dogs. Disobedient ones are wild dogs. Wild dogs are no different from wolves.

Would you let a wolf who knows your bottom line leave? Only dead wild dogs are good wild dogs."

"Scholars disrupt the law with their writings, and warriors disrupt prohibitions with their martial arts. I, Edward, am too eager to do good, like to help others in need, and like to show off my power. This is my nature.

Many times these chivalrous activities violate the law, such as killing those big shots hidden behind the scenes who lack evidence. They have legal identities, but due to insufficient evidence, they cannot be convicted. I may bypass legal means and directly kill them.

Although it's satisfying, this society doesn't allow the existence of outlaws."

Jon wavered. Isn't this the life he wanted?

For these politicians and those hidden in the darkness, Edward's existence is undoubtedly like a sword of Damocles, hanging over their heads, making them restless.

And judging from the events just now, those bastards seem to have abandoned Ward and Jon.

If they want me, Jon, to become a sacrifice, then be prepared for betrayal. Jon seemed to have decided to help Edward escape.

After such a long time in this shitty world, it's very rare to meet someone whose values are so similar to your own.

"Hmph, it's not that simple! The meaning of law is to restrict the strong.

The other party killed one person, and he retaliated by killing hundreds of the other party's people and using forbidden moves in their lair. He not only killed villains but also forced more than sixty innocent civilians to die. Can this also be called justice!

They are all dead and have no chance to refute your 'justice' for venting your anger and satisfying your personal vanity.

It's like a bear child who likes to read martial arts novels and yearns for chivalry, wielding a weapon of extinction that can destroy a town."

With a snap, Edward slapped Ward in the face.

"Enough, stop talking! I am just, and if there are accidental killings in the execution of justice, there is nothing that can be done."

Jon confirmed that Edward was not a good person either. He was a person with psychological flaws. If he were an ordinary person, he would undoubtedly become a passionate and righteous youth.

But he possesses this terrifying power, and power far beyond ordinary people will inevitably lead to confusion about self-awareness.

The thought arises in his mind that someone as strong and righteous as me should become the ultimate arbiter, arbitrating all the evil hidden in the world.

In fact, the world doesn't need such a person at all. He is just a naughty child with a gun, like handing the nuclear button to a child. He might kill more innocent people over a small matter.

He has power but lacks the belief to restrain that power and a mature value system.

"Not only that, but once his body is seriously injured or dies, his ability [Aberrant Light] will go berserk. At that time, all living things within a few kilometers will be buried with him.

His body is insignificant compared to his powerful destructive force."

"I said, enough, don't slander me. This is just my self-preservation method. As he said, my body is relatively weak.

So, to prevent others from plotting against me, I can only use this for self-preservation. No one would risk the world's condemnation to kill me. No one would agree to kill me."

Jon's face changed. That is to say, Edward himself is a nuclear button. As long as he is crippled and fainted, everyone around him will have to die.

For those ordinary people, Edward is an outright dangerous good, a terrorist who is not conducive to social stability, and a bomb hanging over their heads.

Jon rubbed his fingers and continued to be vigilant about the missiles that might attack from the window at any time.

He had already made a decision. Jon had weighed both sides' words. Although he had been betrayed, Jon still trusted Ward more.

Ward's open and honest demeanor and arguments convinced Jon.

He had already thought of an effective way that didn't require waiting until dawn. He had found a substitute.

The second wave of attacks was coming. Jon looked out and saw more than a dozen tactical missiles coming from the distant sky.

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