Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 65 Tomb
When it comes to virus research, any normal person would think of it as promoting medical progress.

But if you add human experiments before this word, the meaning becomes completely different.

Biological weapons

This is the word that came directly to Moro's mind after reading the intelligence.

In fact, the "Rose of the Poor" in this world, which is defined as a bomb, is essentially a biological weapon.

Even as strong as the reborn Ant King, even with a powerful body that integrated countless excellent genes, could not resist the invasion of the rose virus.

It can be seen from this that the upper limit of viruses in this world is unimaginable and can be called a forbidden zone for humans.

However, human beings have never stopped exploring the path of destruction...

The Poor Man's Rose, which is low in cost and easy to make, is a proof of this.

Even so, Moreau did not expect that a gangster would dare to touch human experiments related to the virus, even though in the eyes of the gangster, this might just be a lucrative business.

"Nolan Gambino..."

Morrow closed the email interface with a blank expression.

Every word of the information sent by Argo was filled with blood, revealing the darkest side of the world.

Putting away his phone, Moro went to a clothing store on the street and bought some clothes to cover his appearance, just in case. He also bought a gas mask of the right size.

To the west of the town of Plit is a vast wetland forest. Many areas are filled with miasma, so gas masks are a very common equipment here.

Moreover, this is a gray area, and dressing in a secretive manner is very common. Even walking on the street wearing a gas mask is not a rare thing.

At this time, Morrow was wearing a loose black hooded sweatshirt, with the hood lifted up, and he was wearing a mask and sunglasses to hide his entire face.

Put the purchased gas mask and some portable food into the backpack, and then use this outfit to find local gangs to get a bunch of guns.

I thought the process of purchasing guns would be difficult, but once the money was in place, everything went as smoothly as if I had just bought a few bottles of water.

After making these preparations, Moreau headed straight out of the town.

According to the information provided by Argo, the base where the virus human experiments are being conducted is near a village, which is located on the edge of the wetland forest.

As for the more specific location coordinates, Argo was unable to find them.

It’s not a question of ability, but she is unwilling to take greater risks.

As she said, she could investigate the information about the brigade without any psychological burden, because the brigade itself didn't care about such things.

But the gangs are different. Revenge is their basic style. Once they are caught with some clues, they will stick to them like a dog-skin plaster.

Simply put, Argo is doing business, not working for Moreau.

In this regard, Moro expressed his understanding.

In fact, even if Argo did not work to the fullest, he could still allow Moro to gradually appreciate the benefits of intelligence channels.

To him, this intelligence channel is equivalent to a search engine, with no other disadvantages except that it costs money.

Leaving the town of Plit, the road outside is bumpy and there are green plants on both sides of the road that are growing at an astonishing rate, and you can vaguely see crooked road signs among them.

If you hadn't just come out of the town, it would be hard to imagine that the road construction outside a town with complete facilities and even an airport is so poor.

Moro walked for a distance on the avenue, and then followed the instructions on the map and walked into a muddy path that was trampled out by people's feet.

If you walk along this trail for another ten kilometers, you will reach a village called Shanni, which is almost at the edge of the wetland forest from a geographical point of view.

Since the village can survive in such a place, I think the people in the village must be of good physical fitness.

Moro had known one thing very early on: even without the existence of a telepathic ability system, he could not use the knowledge of previous lives to define the upper limit of human physical functions in this world.

If we have to set up a food chain, then...

Above ordinary people are ordinary people who are slightly strong, ordinary people who are quite strong, ordinary people who are very strong, ordinary people who are extremely strong, and then there are people who have the ability of Nen.

If a very strong ordinary person were placed on the Earth in the previous life, he would basically be equivalent to a superman.

Therefore, even though there are countless dangers in the forest, humans can still draw survival resources from it.

Moro walked more than ten kilometers on the muddy path. When he looked up, he could see smoke rising from the distance.

Taking out his gas mask and putting it on, Moro bypassed the village and headed towards the forest farther away.

Unsure of the exact location, he planned to explore the area outside the village first.

If not found, go directly into the village.

A day passed in the blink of an eye. Moreau explored the edge of the forest one by one, but found nothing substantial.

Instead, some broken bricks were found on the edge of a hill covered with green plants, and it seemed that there was a tomb here.

Moreau was intent on finding a virus research base and did not pay attention to this discovery, continuing to explore the remaining designated areas.

By the evening of the next day.

Moro walked through the circled area carefully, but found nothing.

If Argo's information was correct, then the base was probably in the still unexplored village.

Moro simply ate some dry food, then prepared to leave the forest and go directly to the village to find out what was going on.

But just as he moved, he heard some faint noises.

Immediately, Moro closed his sperm orifice, entered a state of "absoluteness", and lay down in the lush grass.

After a while, footsteps were heard.

Moreau could tell that the footsteps were very light, but they still made sounds when they stepped on the rotten leaves on the moist soil.

The owner of the footsteps soon came into Moro's sight.

"is her."

What Moro saw was the tightly dressed woman he had seen in the town before.

Although there were many people in Plit Town who were similarly secretive, this woman was the only one who left a deep impression on him.

Not only because the other party is a Nen user, but also because the other party has a pair of eyes that are out of place in a place like Plit Town.

Moreau observed the other party secretly.

From his first impression, he tended to think that the other party was not a bad person, but he did not jump to conclusion.

And we cannot rule out the possibility that the other party may be Nolan's subordinate.

He watched as the woman scraped some moss-like substance from a tree and carefully placed it into a test tube.

After a while.

The woman put the test tube away carefully and turned to leave.

Moro did not come out immediately. He waited until the woman walked away, then he stood up and looked in the direction the woman left.

That's the direction to the village.

Shanni Village, underneath a big house.

This is a huge tomb.

To be more precise, it is a tomb that has been artificially modified and built.

The stone walls of the corridor, which should have been dark and damp, are now covered with pipes and cables.

Deep in the tomb, the lights are bright.

In the center of the spacious and bright tomb chamber, the original coffin is still there, but it is covered by square glass.

The coffin lid was pushed open more than halfway.

There were wisps of black air seeping out from it.

Around the square glass cover, people wearing white protective clothing can be seen.

Among this group of people, there was a man wearing a black suit and combing his hair back.

The man tilted his head to look at the surveillance screens hanging side by side on the wall not far away.

One of the screens showed a woman preparing medicine in a dimly lit mud-brick house.

"A professional hunter is a professional hunter. She is professional and useful. Hmm, what's her name?"

The man stared at the surveillance screen and asked casually.

Upon hearing this, the bystanders immediately responded:

"Professional virus hunter, Sambika Norton."

(End of this chapter)