JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Jon decided to let Lindsay give it a try. This used to be one of his trump cards, but now his strength had basically shifted away from Ripple, focusing on Stands.

Besides the daily Ripple training, the rest of his time was spent training his Stand and Nen abilities. The development potential of Ripple and its increase in combat power couldn't compare to Nen abilities. This world didn't have vampires or Pillar Men, greatly reducing the usefulness of Ripple.

However, walking on water, vertical climbing, Ripple healing, and strengthening the body still had irreplaceable uses. In comparison, Jon hoped to draw a Spin ability, as the destructive power of Spin was very versatile and powerful, but Jon couldn't draw it.

Ripple training required a master to guide the entry, helping the disciple to awaken Ripple. Natural Ripple users like Joseph were very rare.

Entering Ripple was much simpler than Nen abilities, but reaching a high level wasn't much easier than Nen abilities. However, Ripple Breathing was still good for self-defense.

The more Jon thought about it, the more excited he became. If Ripple could be taught to others, then if he exchanged for the Arrow in the future, could he allow people in this world to also gain Stand abilities?

Jon immediately got up and returned to prepare for an experiment. But an ominous feeling surged into his heart.

He didn't move his position, didn't actively approach Jon, just quietly waited for the opportunity, like a venomous snake hiding in the grass waiting for its prey to approach.

Quietly waiting for the people directly around Jon to decrease, waiting for the moment Jon got up and revealed his target, waiting for the sun to be directly behind him.

Then, at the moment he pulled the trigger, all the preparation, all the waiting had meaning. The gun in his hand fired a bullet, Jon had already sensed the bullet but it was too late. The bullet had already entered Jon's chest. This bullet could penetrate even steel. There were no surveillance cameras here, ordinary people couldn't see or hear my ability, this was undoubtedly a perfect assassination.

Then, Jon's chest should burst with a lot of blood, his eyes unwillingly searching the crowd for the person who ambushed him, then entering death with a stomach full of doubt. Or perhaps he would let out a dying whimper or moan.

I'm really looking forward to it.

But...

The image of Jon in his fantasy didn't appear, not only didn't it appear, Jon also disappeared into thin air. He knew deeply the power of his bullet, it could create a bloody hole in Jon's chest, but Jon disappeared into thin air.

He thought, could it be that Jon dodged the bullet, but if Jon dodged the bullet, then a bullet crater would definitely appear on the beach. But there wasn't, there was nothing.

He knew that all of this was beyond his expectations, he knew he was in trouble. But deep down, there wasn't a trace of panic. Ever since he chose this path, he had such a preparation. A preparation to be killed.

He who kills will be killed. Those who easily take the lives of others will one day have their lives taken.

But where was Jon? He was confused.

The old man applying sunscreen on his back was still diligently applying sunscreen as always, but how would he know that the person he was truly serving had just carried out a failed assassination and was about to be in mortal danger.

The force on his back disappeared in an instant.

He turned around and fired his gun at the fastest speed of his life. The bullet had already been fired, this was his last chance to turn the tables, but what made him despair was that a red arm appeared in front of Jon.

The red hand grabbed his supersonic bullet as if pinching a mosquito. All his hopes were gone.

Jon casually broke the man's two arms and one leg. "Who sent you here?" Jon's eyes were full of indifference, he had no doubt that Jon would kill him.

"No one, it was me myself." The man said angrily, his last bit of sanity maintaining his execution of the final escape plan.

Based on his analysis of Jon's actions in previous incidents, it wasn't difficult to see that Jon had a naivety and kindness rare in the Hunter world. This was Jon's weakness, and it was also his only chance to escape now.

"I am a supporter of Sigmund, you killed him."

"Are you killing me for money?" Jon seemed to ignore his rebuttal and defense.

"Of course not."

With a 'poof' sound, he felt his chest was hot, an arm had pierced through his chest. He didn't understand, in his deduction, Jon should be a person with justice and compassion, how could he kill him like this.

Jon spat a mouthful of saliva on him, "You're dumbfounded, right? I can read minds, I can tell right away if you're lying, you trash."

Jon had used Sex Pistols and Nen's 'Flow' to withstand the previous bullet, and then immediately used King Crimson to jump behind the opponent.

As for his rebuttal, Jon used Atum to test him, he didn't say a single true word. What was most annoying was that he abused the masked hero Sigmund's name to commit crimes. He was a scum who could trample on other people's lives for money.

Jon wouldn't keep this scourge around, even the most gentlemanly Jonathan would couldn't help but kill some hopeless social garbage. Jon wasn't a pacifist newbie, as long as his life was threatened and he could handle it, Jon would still kill his opponent without hesitation.

But compared to the Black Will, Jon still had a sense of compassion.

Jon really couldn't guess who wanted to kill him.

Not good, Jon couldn't help but curse inwardly. With a 'bang' sound, Jon disappeared from the spot and quickly returned to the villa where he was staying.

At the same time, Lindsay, clutching her bleeding arm, hid in the room. But the steel security door had already been dented and was creaking.

At most three more hits, and the door wouldn't hold.

Lindsay frantically kicked open the glass door of the balcony and jumped down from the second-floor balcony.

'Thump' Lindsay fell to the ground without any protection, and several ribs were obviously broken.

With a 'bang' explosion, a disheveled, hip-hop style dressed, thirty-something blond man followed closely and also jumped down from the building, his face with a ferocious smile, wanting to step on and kill this Lindsay who had brought him so much embarrassment from the high altitude.

"Eat my Thompson Ripple Breathing!"

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