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Chapter 100 is a Stand Attack!!!

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Under Captain America's skillful driving, the vehicle quickly arrived at the mission location—Bergen University.

This prestigious university, renowned for its history and humanities, stands quietly here, its campus utterly silent.

This time, their target is an unconventional liberal arts student, a rebellious young man with a dream of sports.

A Chevrolet quietly pulled up across the street, and two muscular men wearing sunglasses got out, one on each side.

"Is this the school? The atmosphere is off; it's so lax."

Jon stood still, scanning the school gate and the surrounding environment with his eyes, searching for information.

This time he had to take it seriously. Whenever his intuition reminded him, it meant something was wrong and that the matter was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

After all, how could an ordinary person, without the X gene or being an alien, and without undergoing mutation, grow new legs?

too weird.

With this question in mind, he and Steve exchanged a glance and walked towards the campus in tacit agreement.

But after taking only a few steps, Jon suddenly raised his hand to stop the captain, his expression changing.

"Captain, there's a faint smell of blood in the school." He lowered his voice, his face serious. "It's very faint, but it's definitely there."

"At school? The smell of blood?" Steve frowned, sensing something was wrong. "Are you sure?"

Jon Snow?

"I know this smell all too well." A flicker of desire flashed in Jon's crimson eyes, quickly suppressed. "It's definitely blood, and not just from one place—"

After a moment of careful observation, he looked up and pointed to two places for Steve to see.

"It's on the third floor and the top floor, and it's getting thicker. The target must be bleeding."

"This is unbelievable." Jon pulled out his ID from his pocket and showed it to the security guard at the door. "We have to go in and check it out. It looks like a murder, but why hasn't anyone noticed?"

"No, we need to call an ambulance first; they might not be dead yet," Steve decided immediately. "Then we'll go in and evacuate the students."

After showing their identification, the two hurriedly entered the campus.

At this moment, the smell of blood in the air grew stronger, and with each breath, Jon's eyes grew redder and redder.

Jon swallowed hard, but Steve heard him.

"Can you hold on?" Steve stared intently at him. "I need to assess your condition."

"It's alright, I'm used to it, don't worry." Jon took out a cigarette, lit it, and casually asked, "Captain, did you bring any water?"

"Here you go." Steve handed over the water bottle, looking puzzled. "What are you going to do with it?"

"Check if those two guys are still alive." Jon unscrewed the water bottle, his palm crackling with electricity.

Ripples spread along the walls of the school building, and Jon locked onto countless life signals, but one guy's life image was off.

"Hmm?" A hint of doubt flashed in Jon's eyes as he looked up at a classroom with its curtains drawn.

"How is it?" Steve asked anxiously. "Is he still alive?"

"The person is dead, but," Jon suddenly pointed to the classroom on the second floor with the curtains drawn, "I think I've found my target!"

"Captain, stay here. You haven't fully recovered yet. Leave it to me."

Before he could finish speaking, the phantom of the Star of Platinum merged with him, and with the sound of shattering glass, Jon had already broken through the window and entered.

"What? Jon!"

Steve gritted his teeth, shocked by Jon's recklessness, and then jumped up as well.

"At least wait for some tactical coordination, damn it."

Inside the classroom, Jon Snow, who had broken through the window, stared at the terrified student before him, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.

"Ricki Vic? A medical miracle of limb regeneration? Is that you? Hmm?"

"I...I won't give interviews." Ricky took a half step back in fear, his back against the blackboard. "I don't know anything."

"Interesting," Jon said, a hint of amusement in his eyes, taking a step closer. "You're quite interesting, Ricky, aren't you? Your acting is too obvious."

In Jon's eyes, this guy was full of flaws. The simplest one was that he showed no surprise when Jon broke in through the window.

The fear on his face was feigned, and his eyes showed no emotion whatsoever; it was utterly fake.

They're not even as good as the actors who sell fake alcohol on this platform. It's so boring. Is this all the stuff they're capable of?

Jon was already itching to teach this guy a lesson when suddenly Steve jumped in through the window.

The moment my left foot touched the ground, there was a cracking sound, and the ground strangely caved in, as if I had stepped on a mechanism!

"This is?"

Steve's eyes narrowed, but his long experience told him that he couldn't move now.

suddenly!

"ah!!"

Ricky, standing in front of Jon, let out a scream and fell to the ground. The scream abruptly stopped with the sound of flesh being pierced.

"This is..." Jon suddenly realized what was happening and immediately raised his hand to stop Steve. "This is a Stand attack!!!"

"Don't move, whatever you do, don't move."

He lowered his hand and, with a tense expression, slowly approached the cave.

This strange thing appeared in the hole on the second floor; it's so weird.

In sight, Ricky had been pierced through the chest by several spikes, his eyes wide open in fury, his death gruesome and tragic.

Without a doubt, such a sudden and unexpected attack! It was a Stand user!

He actually encountered another Stand user! Stand users really do attract each other!

No wonder no one noticed the two corpses on campus! A bizarre murder device—it all makes sense now.

"Another Stand user." Jon's crimson eyes stood out starkly in the darkness. "Captain, we might have stirred up a hornet's nest."

"Damn it!" Jon's breathing quickened, his adrenaline surging. "What kind of Stand is this?"

"Remote-controlled? Remotely automated? No, neither is correct... That leaves only one possibility!"

He clenched his fists and looked around, as if everything around him was filled with murderous intent.

There's only one possibility for this kind of stand-in!

It was only because he encountered the most troublesome kind of stand-in, the kind that could blend into the environment and cause phenomena.

It's a stand-in similar to the one in Bohemian Rhapsody!

However, it depends on how the Stand user uses it; otherwise, even if he has weather forecasts, he won't be able to unleash his full potential.

"Captain, don't move! Let me think!"

Jon retreated along the footprints, when he suddenly heard another snap, and looked helpless.

A strange sensation came from the soles of his feet, and the next second, several poisoned darts suddenly shot out from the left wall, heading straight for Jon.

In desperation, Jon looked directly at the incoming poison dart and pointed it!

"StarPlatinum!"

"Erla Erla Erla Erla —"

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As starlight appeared, Star Platinum swiftly swung his fists, knocking down all the darts.

"Captain," Jon breathed a sigh of relief and turned back resolutely, "You go first, I'll deal with him. You have no experience dealing with Stand users."

"No..."

Just as Steve was about to refuse, the scenery suddenly changed, and he found himself lying on the lawn outside the teaching building.

"What...? How did I end up outside? Did I really freeze my brain out?"

Upstairs, watching Steve being sent away by time stop, Jon finally became serious after being free of his burdens.

Jon Snow never underestimates Stand users; who knows how monstrous the Stands on the other side can be?

Especially if this guy has malicious intent.

"This guy's Stand's attack methods... are they similar to traps and mechanisms in an adventure game?"

As he thought about it, he easily dodged the incoming arrows by turning to the side, while simultaneously calculating in his mind.

"It's a simple and straightforward Stand mechanism. These Stands generally don't have a physical form, but they definitely have a real body."

The attack requires a human trigger... The main body must be in a distant place where it can observe this location. Where is it?

Who is it? Who dares to provoke me with such a frail Stand? Aren't they afraid of death?

Jon Snow remained indifferent, quickly scanning his surroundings with his eyes, but found nothing, not even a clue.

"Could it be...?"

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Suddenly, Jon raised his head abruptly, a bold idea forming in his mind.

Since the Stand user must be nearby...