Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 173 Two Pairs of Eyes
Crook's appearance, and Moreau's speculation about Crook's abilities.

Inevitably, Kurt felt a bit of hostility, but also a sense of crisis.

Even though he took Moreau's teachings to heart, Kurt's attitude towards Crook's abilities remained unchanged.

This is no longer a pure comparison of strength or even ability types.

Rather, it was Kurt's hidden possessiveness that was acting up.

But the real incentive was what Moreau said: "Your ability is precious."

Perhaps Kurt himself did not realize that the longing and possessiveness for Killua that he had suppressed for a long time had been transferred to Moro unknowingly.

Moro just thought that Kurt's habit of comparing strength had come back again, and he didn't think too much about it.

After boarding the airship, he immediately asked the kitchen to make a batch of sugar cookies with different flavors, and then personally delivered the sugar cookies to Kurt's room.

Kurt's eyes lit up when he saw the sugar cookies that Morrow brought over.

Two days later.

The airship departed from Youkexin and landed in a coastal city called Cheslon in the eastern part of the Eurubian continent.

If you head south from this city, you will reach the Balusa Islands, which are composed of many islands.

Heading east, you will reach the continent where Bergrose United Nations, one of the V5, is located.

However, on the way to the United Nations in Bergrose, you will pass through three islands.

One of these islands is where the game Greed Island is located.

Coastal cities usually rely on trade and fishing to survive, and Cheslon is no exception, becoming a prosperous and famous city.

However, based on Moreau's understanding of this world, a region that appears prosperous on the surface is usually filled with various gray industries in secret.

Most of these possible gray industries are closely related to the ten old men.

After leaving Cheslon Airport, Moro rented a car as usual and drove to the city center.

According to the guidance of Kurt's "Life Paper Man", the target Basel is in the city center.

"You carry a heavy reward on your back, yet you still dare to come to the center of a city where there are so many people and eyes. You are really quite conceited."

Inside the car, Moro was behind the steering wheel.

Basel's behavior inevitably reminded him of the Phantom Troupe.

Do whatever you want without restraint.

In fact, it is not an exclusive synonym for the Phantom Troupe.

Many criminals who have never appeared in the "original perspective" are also doing whatever they want around the world, just like the Phantom Troupe.

Basel's courage to hang around in the city center is due to his personality, but it is also possible that he has the mentality of making money every day he lives.

After all, not all criminals can survive like Lei Zha after encountering a strong man like Jin Fulishi.

In the eyes of criminals, if they encounter an invincible strong man and step into the gates of hell, they will not be too afraid.

Anyway, it’s fun enough.

This is probably the psychological portrayal of a desperado.

"If Bazel is in a crowded place, wouldn't it be difficult to do it?"

Kurt asked softly while paying attention to the paper figure in his hand.

Morrow quickly glanced at Kurt in the passenger seat and asked instead, "What do you think?"

"If we attack Basel directly in a crowded place, it will not only harm others besides the 'target', but also provide favorable conditions for Basel's ability."

Kurt spoke his mind.

Morrow smiled when he heard this.

Curt looked at the smile on Morrow's face and asked doubtfully, "Did I say something wrong?"

"You're right."

Moro looked ahead and shook his head. "It just surprised me a little."

"What's the surprise?"

Curt stared at Morrow's face.

Morrow laughed and said, "I'm surprised you would emphasize the idea of 'harming others'."

"Is there anything strange about this?"

Kurt was a little puzzled and said, "Dad has always taught us this way."

"Your dad is right."

Moro suddenly reacted and transferred some of his views on Ilmi to Kurt.

People like Zenoshiba don't enjoy killing, so when performing a mission, they will consciously avoid harming other unrelated people besides the "target".

This practice, which originated from the profession itself, was passed on by Zeno to Silva, and then from Silva to Ilmi and the others.

It’s just that Ilmi obviously doesn’t take this approach seriously, and Mi Ji is even more so. The fact that they are willing to exchange a passenger’s life for a computer is enough to explain the problem.

On the contrary, the youngest one, Kurt, actually inherited this behavior from Zenoshiba.

But think about it.

The difference between Kurt and Ilmi is that they are too well-behaved and obedient.

Night falls.

The lights in the city of Cheslon are as bright as day, casting a brilliant halo on the city's outline.

There is a constant flow of traffic on the streets.

This shows how prosperous it is.

Moreau and Kurt avoided the brilliant light, shuttled through the darkness, and approached their target little by little.

"In there?"

Leaning against a dimly lit corner of a building, Moro looked toward a nightclub not far away that was flashing colorful lights.

"Ah."

Curt was sure.

Moro said calmly: "Then we can only wait."

A place like a nightclub is obviously not suitable for attacking Basel.

The two waited patiently.

It was not until after one o'clock in the middle of the night that the paper life figure in Kurt's hand suddenly showed a stronger reaction, pointing at a tall man wearing a hat and sunglasses who had just walked out of the nightclub door.

"it's him."

Kurt immediately pointed out the target to Moreau.

Moro nodded and watched Basel walk towards a sports car calmly, then retreated into the darkness without rashly looking at Basel again.

Wait until the roar of the sports car sounds and fades away.

Moro led Kurt out of the darkness, got into the rented car, and followed Basel's movement trajectory all the way towards the seaside.

As the car drove away from the city center, the density of the colorful lights decreased.

squeak--

Moro stepped on the brakes, stopped at a place, and looked at the port not far away.

As night fell, Cheslon Harbor was immersed in silence, with only sporadic lights illuminating some areas.

At the port, huge cranes stand quietly, a large number of containers are neatly stacked on the open space, and there are rows of warehouses on the side.

Further out on the sea, several anchored cargo ships were looming in the darkness.

The entire port was so quiet that the only sound left was the sound of the sea breeze and waves.

Moreau and Kurt walked straight towards the port under the night.

With the guidance of the paper man, the two quickly locked onto the target location, which was a warehouse with a closed door. Light could be seen escaping from the vents above the warehouse.

at this time.

Inside the warehouse.

Two groups of people dressed as gangsters were staring at each other from a distance.

There were many people on one side, about a hundred.

The leader sat on a chair, looking casual, and was obviously the owner of the warehouse. The other group of people consisted of only about twenty people.

The leader was a bald middle-aged man with a faint smile on his face. Among the people behind him, several were carrying suitcases full of banknotes.

Moro's target Basel was also among this group of people. He stood behind the bald middle-aged man with no sense of presence, like an ordinary bodyguard.

But only the bald middle-aged man knew the importance of Basel.

"Mr. Xili, has the 'goods' that we promised not arrived yet?"

The bald middle-aged man looked at the man sitting on the chair and asked with a smile.

The man called Xili was playing with a knife casually. He just raised his eyes and said coldly, "Why are you in such a hurry? Bring enough money. You won't lose a single hair."

"..."

The bald middle-aged man was not annoyed and still kept smiling.

Basel yawned with boredom.

Although both parties were in need of something, this uneventful transaction scene still made him feel extremely bored.

"Ok?"

Basel suddenly stopped yawning, took out a small mobile phone as if no one was around, and looked at the message sent by his "accomplice".

"two."

The short message was able to convey a lot of important information to Basel.

Two Nen users were being targeted.

Basel slowly put away his phone, the sleepiness on his face faded away like the tide, replaced by a cold smile.

The courage to enjoy oneself in a crowded place is not without support.

He has an accomplice.

To be more precise, my younger brother.

Normally, he would let his brother hide in the dark and monitor his every action from a "higher angle".

Under this almost controlling surveillance behavior, it is often possible to quickly discover the existence of people such as bounty hunters who want to harm him.

And there is only one reason why his younger brother could pass on the "information" to him in the first place.

That is, the person targeting him is a Nen user and needs to be taken seriously.

"It's time to change places again."

Basel muttered to himself, and the energy in his body slowly but powerfully began to surge.

The bald middle-aged man vaguely heard Bazel's mumbling, and couldn't help but look back, and asked with concern: "What did you just say?"

Facing the bald middle-aged man's question, Basel simply gave a dangerous smile.

In that instant, the bald middle-aged man suddenly felt the danger.

Before he could react, he saw Basel raise his hands, and thin red lines shot out from between his fingers, spreading out like branches and leaves and pointing at everyone in the field except him.

wrong.

It's blood.

The bald middle-aged man saw blood drops on Basel's fingers.

"you……!?"

He stared with wide eyes, unable to hide his horror as he looked at Basel who attacked without any warning.

Basel ignored the reaction of the bald middle-aged man and controlled the blood to shoot into the bodies of other people present. With this ability, he easily controlled hundreds of people present.

"Blood Contract Control"

This is his operating ability.

Using one's own blood as a medium, one can gain complete control over the target.

This ability can also be used to control the blood in the target's body.

Since it needs to use the blood in one's own body as the medium, the number of targets that can be controlled and even the intensity depends on the amount of blood Basel can draw.

"Although they are just a bunch of trash, it is still a bit difficult to control a hundred people at once."

Basel's face turned pale and bloodless, and at first glance, he looked like a vampire in movies and TV shows.

"Since we have been working together happily..."

After controlling the others, Bazel slowly looked at the terrified bald middle-aged man, pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Leave the money, and you can go."

"Okay, okay... I don't want any money, I'll give it all to you, all of it!"

The bald middle-aged man reacted, expressed his position as quickly as possible, and then crawled towards the warehouse door.

When he heard Basel say "Leave the money", the desire to live in his heart turned into a strong joy at this moment.

Fortunately, Basel was just asking for money, and fortunately, Basel was willing to spare his life!
Just as the bald middle-aged man was thinking this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back and chest.

"Eh?"

The bald middle-aged man fell to the ground, holding up his upper body with difficulty, and looked in a daze at the bloody hole in his chest and the blood that kept pouring out.

He is lying to me! ?
You specifically said you would leave the money just to give me a false hope?
The bald middle-aged man's face gradually became distorted and unwilling. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Only a large amount of blood kept oozing out of it.

Then he heard Bazel's suppressed, low, crazy laughter.

"Yes, that's the reaction we want."

Basel came to the bald middle-aged man, slowly squatted down, his eyes filled with excitement.

The bald middle-aged man listened to Basel's extremely shrill laughter, lowered his head weakly, and took his last breath.

"This is a special privilege I give you. If there really is another world, remember to thank me."

Basel stood up with a smile, no longer looking at the body of the bald middle-aged man. Instead, he controlled everyone in the warehouse and rushed towards the warehouse door.

at the same time.

Moro and Kurt, who had been hiding behind a container outside the warehouse for a while, suddenly felt a fluctuation of breath emanating from the warehouse.

That kind of aura fluctuation was exactly what Basel created when he used his ability to control hundreds of people in one breath.

Moreau and Kurt looked at each other and were both prepared to deal with unknown situations.

Bang!
Suddenly, the warehouse door was pushed open.

A group of people holding guns swarmed out of the warehouse like zombies in a relatively incongruous posture.

The moment he saw this scene, Moro mobilized his mental energy without hesitation and threw a fluorescent green flying star into the sky, and with his other hand he threw a glass jar filled with mosquitoes.

The flying stars froze in the air, and the glass bottle shattered, and a swarm of mosquitoes flew out.

Immediately, a large number of flying stars that were stagnant in the air split into pieces and fell like raindrops, piercing through the group of people rushing out of the warehouse.

Puff, puff——

A lot of blood splattered.

In an instant, more than fifty corpses appeared on the ground.

Although this group of people were wrapped in a thin layer of mental energy, the flying stars were doubled and were enough to destroy them even if their power was dispersed.

"We should have been discovered."

Moro looked at the many blood threads that shrank back into the warehouse through the air as the crowd fell to the ground.

When he realized that he had been discovered by Basel, he naturally had a doubt.

"Kurt, pay attention to the situation."

But Moro temporarily suppressed his doubts, first reminded Kurt, and then condensed the energy in his hands again.

No matter how Basel "suddenly" discovered them, what he had to do was to decisively cut off every bit of power that Basel could control.

Under the cover of night.

A pair of eyes were moving towards the warehouse. It was Basel's younger brother.

But at a higher angle above Bazel's brother, there is another pair of eyes.

"Have any bounty hunters taken action against the Bazel brothers?"

The owner of those eyes was wearing a black and white outfit with a strong cow style, especially the hat, which had two small cow horns on it.

this person,
But it is Mizaston, the Ox of the Twelve Earthly Branches, the Hunter.

(End of this chapter)