Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 174 Miserston: Stop!
Ugly Ox Mizoston, a two-star criminal hunter.

His behavior was praised as the conscience of the Twelve Earthly Branches. Even enemies between factions would give Miriston a high evaluation in the face of opposition.

Mirston came to Cheslon Port this time to accept a commission to bring Basel to court.

But Miriston has always acted prudently. After understanding Basel's movements, he did not take direct action, but observed and collected information in secret.

Then I naturally discovered the existence of Basel's younger brother.

Until today, Mirston thought the time was ripe. It just so happened that Basel was involved in a "human trafficking" transaction, so he had the idea of catching him in one fell swoop.

Therefore, Mirston can only take action after the "physical evidence" arrives in Hong Kong.

However, he did not expect that before the physical evidence arrived, a person with special abilities who looked like a bounty hunter would take the initiative to attack Basel.

Miriston looked at the piles of corpses in front of the warehouse in the distance, his eyes thoughtful.

If you wait until the "physical evidence" arrives before taking action, you can determine the tone of this criminal operation.

If they don't wait, it's possible that the person with the ability who is suspected to be a bounty hunter will die at the hands of Bazel, or that Bazel will die at the hands of the bounty hunter.

"We can't let Bazel die here."

One of the possibilities made Mirston make a decision quickly.

Given his profession, he is inclined to convict, but he is now entrusted with the task of bringing Basel to court, so he still has to focus on the commission.

After making the decision, Mirston immediately went to the warehouse.

at the same time.

Inside the warehouse.

Basel looked at the corpses on the ground outside the warehouse door. The excitement on his face had long disappeared, and what remained was solemnity.

He is conceited, but he is not a fool.

Just from the meteor shower-like attack of mental bullets just now, he realized how powerful the opponent was.

This strength forced him to give up the idea of rushing out.

"The confusion in control precision actually helped me."

Bazel glanced at the nearly sixty puppets in the warehouse.

The original plan was to control all the puppets to rush out of the warehouse in one go, and then respond accordingly.

However, due to the excessive number of puppets, the control accuracy was affected, causing them to be crowded like zombies out of a cage, thus blocking some of the puppets at the back.

So when the mental bombs fell like a meteor shower, Basel had the space to react and withdrew the puppet behind him in time.

If not, he might lose all his puppets at once.

"It seems that they don't plan to force their way in."

Basel waited in the warehouse for more than ten seconds. Seeing that the person with special abilities outside did not make any move, he sneered.

"Baroque will be here in a moment."

Basel controlled the puppets in the warehouse to set up firing lines at various locations. He was not in a hurry to counterattack, but was ready for battle.

He wanted to wait for his younger brother Baroque to come over and join forces to deal with the two people with special abilities outside.

"In case."

Basel took out another cell phone and dialed the number of the bald middle-aged man's subordinate.

It only took two or three seconds for the call to be connected.

Bazel immediately shouted in an anxious tone: "Those bastards from Xili are doing something dirty, come here quickly!"

Without waiting for a reaction from the person on the other end of the line, Basel lightly raised his index finger and controlled one of the puppets to empty the pistol magazine toward the top of the warehouse.

Bang Bang Bang!
After the intense gunfire.

Basel didn't even listen to the response from the other end of the phone and crushed the phone expressionlessly.

For this transaction, the bald middle-aged man only brought more than twenty men to the scene, but there was another group of men guarding an inconspicuous place outside the port.

Basel mobilized them here, not only to create chaos, but also to replenish puppets at any time.

The gunshot lasted a few seconds.

Suddenly, several smoke bombs flew into the warehouse, bounced a few times on the ground, and then released a large amount of smoke.

"Ok?"

Basel stared intently, and amid the sound of smoke he heard the crisp sound of a glass bottle rolling and breaking.

Because of the smoke, Basel could not see a group of small ants with sharp fangs scattered from the broken glass bottle and running around in all directions.

Every little ant has a star mark the size of a pinpoint on its body.

At this moment, a sharp sound suddenly came from the top of the warehouse.

Basel looked up suddenly and saw many fluorescent green bullets penetrating the ceiling of the warehouse and falling like a rainstorm.

"Damn..."

Basel's face changed, and he controlled the puppets nearby to protect himself like a pyramid.

puff puff-

Although the space around him was tightly sealed by the puppets, Basel could still hear the sounds of the mental bullets penetrating the flesh and blasting the ground.

It's already dispersed to this extent, yet it still has such power?

Basel felt even more fearful.

Outside the warehouse.

Kurt withdrew his gaze from the sky above the warehouse, and before he could recover from the moves that were similar to those of his grandfather Long Xingyu, he saw Moro pull out a pistol from his waist.

"That was just now..."

"Oh, you mean the stuff in the glass jar?"

Moro looked calmly at the warehouse that was under heavy attack and explained:
"That's a type of ant I discovered recently. It's small, fast, and extremely aggressive, so it's very easy to implant a star mark on it. It's much easier to use than a cockroach, and most importantly, it can be bought directly with money."

"That's not what I asked."

Kurt looked confused.

Moreau raised his pistol casually and said seriously:
"Oh, you mean the pistol and the smoke bombs? Don't look at me like that. I'm actually a pretty good shooter. As for the smoke bombs, they're quite useful in many cases. We came prepared, so it's not surprising that we brought a few of them, right?"

"..."

Kurt was stunned.

Moro chuckled, not giving Kurt a chance to ask further questions, and walked straight towards the warehouse where the noise was gradually dying down, while reminding:

"Kurt, that guy may have companions nearby. Stay alert. I'll go in first."

"it is good."

Listening to Moro's arrangements, Kurt came back to his senses and quickly adjusted his state.

After getting the response, Moro came to the warehouse door.

"Starlight Condensation"

The mental energy shattered into starlight, surrounding the surroundings.

Moreau controlled the range of the starlight, limiting it to the front, thereby increasing the range and distance.

Afterwards, Moro controlled the starlight to extend forward and swept across the warehouse. After confirming the general situation, he retracted the starlight.

He held the pistol and did not walk in immediately. Instead, he shot a flying star parallel to the rear.

After doing this, he strode into the warehouse.

What caught my eye was the mess on the ground.

The broken bodies were scattered on the ground, with blood and flesh everywhere.

The only ones that were intact were Bazel, Moro's target this time, and several puppets that were obviously controlled by the operating ability and were leaving the corpses behind.

Basel looked at Moreau with a gloomy face as he walked in from the warehouse door.

The originally set up firing line had been completely destroyed by the meteor shower bomb just now...

At this time, there are only three puppets that can be controlled.

"Bounty Hunter?"

Bazel stared at Moro coldly and asked.

Moro responded calmly, "That's right. You have just witnessed my brother's strength. I advise you to surrender. This way, we can capture you alive in exchange for a bounty, and you can at least keep your life."

"Hahaha……"

Bazel laughed out of anger when he heard this.

He had no idea why another bounty hunter with a strong offensive ability didn't come in as well.

In his opinion, the kid in front of him should be a reconnaissance type, and the strength of his mental energy is not significant.

However, he realized this was an opportunity.

"Is it funny?"

From Basel's reaction, Moro confirmed that the other party did have information about his and Kurt's attack, but not that detailed. He immediately pretended to be aroused a little anger, raised his pistol, and pulled the trigger quickly.

Bang bang bang...!
Amid the gushing gunfire, the hot bullets cut through the air and flew towards Basel.

But just as the gunshots rang out, three puppets had already stood in front of Basel, forming a human wall.

When controlling a large number of Blood Pact puppets, Basel's control accuracy and even strength will be significantly affected.

Conversely, the fewer the number of controls, the greater the precision and strength.

The human wall formed by the three puppets easily blocked the incoming bullets by using the mental energy generated by their bodies.

"Let's get rid of this brat first...!" There was a murderous intent in Basel's eyes. He controlled the two puppets to press towards Moro, while he and the remaining puppet walked steadily behind.

But just as he moved, he saw Moro move to the side for a distance without any warning.

Without knowing the reason, we can only be vigilant in secret.

But in the next moment.

A telekinetic bullet pierced through the wall next to the warehouse door and moved along a straight trajectory, arriving behind Moro in an instant.

Moro ducked skillfully, allowing the mental bullet to fly over him and head straight for Basel who was behind the attacking formation.

Bazel's pupils shrank sharply.

How is the person outside positioned?

Could it be a reconnaissance capability that synchronizes vision?
Without having time to think, Basel defended hastily, using the only puppet in front of him as a shield, while controlling the two puppets in front to attack Moro, intending to nip the opponent's opportunity to attack in the bud.

This is a step -

Bad move.

But it cannot be denied that there was nothing wrong with Basel's decision.

If we have to blame someone, we can only blame the fact that telekinesis is full of too many unknowns.

In the absence of intelligence, it is difficult to predict the direction of the situation.

Unless Basel has rich combat experience like Biscuit.

Unfortunately, Bazel didn't.

"Starlight Condensation"

When the two puppets raised their guns, Moro used his starlight condensation ability without hesitation.

The broken starlight instantly enveloped them.

Bang bang bang!
Bang!
Inside the warehouse.

The sound of gunfire and flying stars hitting the puppet rang out together.

Moro dodged the bullet and used his ability to condense golden chains to bind the two puppets.

This also means that unless Bazel can consciously abandon the thoughts imposed on the puppet at the first moment, the star mark will be transferred to Bazel with the death of the puppet.

Of course, Basel could not have had such an awareness.

It was because he simply didn't have the energy to do so at this moment.

Facing the attack of the flying star, although he used the puppet as a shield in time, the power of the flying star still shattered the puppet wrapped in mental energy, and the remaining impact force hit him heavily.

He was blown away, covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was his or the puppet's.

Moro glanced at Basel who was flying backwards out of the corner of his eye.

With the explosion of the flying star, the strength of his manifest aura returned to its original peak state.

Moro casually threw away the pistol with an empty magazine, then drew out the Ruby Bird Knife and easily killed the two puppets bound by golden chains.

The puppet was destroyed, and the star mark was naturally transferred to Basel out of thin air.

But Basel still didn't have the energy to take care of this kind of telekinesis phenomenon.

After he rolled heavily to the ground from mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his ferocious face, and suddenly broke through the iron wall of the nearby warehouse and escaped outside.

at the same time.

Kurt, who was on guard outside, waited for a thin man to come.

It was Baroque, Basil's younger brother.

Swah——

Kurt opened the purple bamboo fan with a picture of a big-eyed frog on it and looked at Baroque with a cold expression.

Baroque stopped and looked at Kurt with cold eyes.

child……

He looks to be seven or eight years old at most?

Despite this, Baroque did not take it lightly.

In the world of telekinesis, there are also some powerful children.

What's more, he felt a murderous aura from Kurt that was beyond his age.

No proof is needed anymore.

Baroque was very sure that the child in front of him must have stepped over many bloody corpses!
"Baroque, run!"

Suddenly, Basel's voice came from the other side of the warehouse.

Basel, who broke through the warehouse wall and escaped, could not grasp the exact whereabouts of his brother. He could only guess that his brother should be nearby, so he shouted a warning to the air around him.

But what Basel didn't expect was that his embarrassed reminder would reveal a flaw in Baroque's attack.

So Kurt moved, flashed in front of Baroque, held the purple bamboo fan in his hand, and under the wrapping of condensed mental power, slashed towards Basel's vital points.

Among the mind skills, Zhou has always been Kurt's strong point that he has been practicing hard.

Baroque's heart trembled, and he blocked it with his arms reflexively.

laugh!
Blood splattered.

A severed arm tumbled into the air.

"what."

Baroque was stimulated by the pain, his pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly retreated to create some distance.

Kurt did not pursue, but covered most of his face with a fan, and his slightly curved eyes revealed a hint of cruelty.

The youngest child of the Zoldyck family showed his true fangs at this moment.

the other side.

Baroque's cry also reached Basel.

But Basel had no time to care.

In front of him, another Psychic user emitting a powerful aura appeared.

The person who came was Mirston.

"Bazel, you are under arrest."

Miriston held a yellow card in his hand and looked at the disheveled Basel. He thought that with Basel's current injuries, he was no longer a threat.

At the same time, he glanced at Moreau behind Basel.

"Young man, please allow me to confirm your identity."

Mirston's face was calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

He didn't expect that in such a short time, the notorious Basel would be beaten into this state by a teenager.

"If you're a bounty hunter, I can guarantee that you can collect the full reward under the name of 'assisting in the arrest of a criminal', so there's no need to do anything."

In order to ensure that Basel could be brought to court smoothly, Mirston did not use force, but made a proposal.

Moreau recognized Mirston from his clothing style.

This crime hunter is known as the conscience of the Twelve Earthly Branches.

But he did not respond, but silently condensed the energy in his palm into a sharp shape.

Miserston's eyes fixed, and he immediately raised the yellow card with an exclamation mark to Morrow and said in a deep voice: "Stop. I'm warning you now. Please stop your attacking intentions immediately."

"I am indeed a bounty hunter, and I am pursuing Bazel legally and legally, but..."

Moro was speaking halfway when he suddenly condensed flying stars.

Mizeston was well prepared and flipped the yellow card with a serious expression.

Unlike the exclamation mark on the front that represents a warning, the other side of the yellow card is a bold "X" symbol.

"No violence, imprisonment!"

After completing the prerequisite conditions for the warning, Mijston directly used the restraint ability on Moro.

Suddenly,

Suddenly Moreau was unable to move.

But his subsequent offensive intentions did not require any physical movement at all.

call out!
Flying stars shot out directly from his palm.

Immediately, under the helpless gaze of Miriston, a strange arc was drawn in mid-air and hit Basel.

Bang!
In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere and he was killed with one blow.

"..."

Mirston looked at Basel's broken body and his brows twitched involuntarily.

A tracking attack, I was careless...

Restraining Moreau on the grounds of prohibiting violence also meant that he was also prohibited from using violence.

Naturally, there is no way to stop that thought bullet.

Even if it could be stopped, it's too late.

"This young man..."

(End of this chapter)