Hunter: I’m Really Not a Mind Remover

   Chapter 73 Numano

   The Phantom Troupe, a notorious criminal group.

   There are only thirteen members in the entire group, but each member is a powerful minder.

  This group has started all kinds of appalling criminal operations from the very beginning.

   "You take what you want."

   To practice these concepts, the Phantom Troupe acts recklessly, not to mention burning, killing and looting.

   As a result, it took only a short time for the Phantom Brigade to go from obscure to the now notorious A-level criminal group.

  In the beginning, there were countless bounty hunters targeting this well-known criminal group.

  However, those bounty hunters who headed for the Phantom Troupe, in the end, all lost their lives without exception.

To know-

   The Phantom Brigade will only assemble all members according to the command of the leader when it is ready to "execute" some kind of large-scale criminal operation.

  Because of this mechanism, it is not surprising that the Phantom Troupe gathers only once every two or three years.

  Although the leader of the Phantom Troupe occasionally issued an order to "come when you are free", but every time someone was absent.

   More often, the members of the Phantom Troupe will only be scattered around and act according to their personal preferences.

   But even though the Phantom Troupe is so scattered...

   Those bounty hunters who went to the Phantom Brigade failed to achieve anything in the end.

   From this, we can also see the strength and difficulty of the Phantom Troupe.

  Crollo Rusilu, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, is also the soul of the team.

   One of his hobbies is to read various books, which cover a wide range of areas. As long as it can arouse his interest, he will read even ethical books.

   It is necessary to filter out a favorite theme from various genres, which should be "soul" and "human nature".

  Numao is a popular book published this year. The core theme is related to "soul and human nature", which just hits Chrollo's reading preferences.

   For the quality of this book, even the well-read Krollo gave high recognition.

   So I thought about getting a signed version for my collection, but the author of "Numano" doesn't seem to like holding autographs.

   So from the time of publication to the present, there have been very few book signings.

   That's why Krollo came to Shivadani.

   Came to the city of Schwadani, where countless hunters gathered, as a Class A wanted criminal for a signed version of the book.

   Compared to queuing at the signing meeting, direct plundering is more in line with the identity of a "thief".

   As for murder?

   In Chrollo's eyes, a human who has nothing to do with him is just a moving piece of meat.

   And there is no difference between a moving piece of meat and a piece of meat that does not move.

   Ignoring the corpse of the young man lying on the ground, Chrollo looked at the autograph on the cover of "Numah", and a little satisfaction rose from the bottom of his heart.

   If you get what you want, then this trip will not be in vain.

   "Captain."

   A female voice came from the door of the apartment.

The woman who spoke    was Pike Norda, the No. 9 member of the Phantom Troupe.

   When there is nothing to do, the members of the Phantom Troupe will separate their activities, but Pike Norda has always been with the leader Chrollo.

   is like an inseparable secretary.

"time to go."

  Pike Norda looked at Chrollo next to the corpse and reminded.

A place like   Shvardani City is not a good place for criminals like them.

   Even if they have simple cross-dressing, they may not be able to hide from some eyes and ears.

   Therefore, in Park Norda's view, since you have already got what you want, there is no need to stay, and it is the safest way to leave.

   This is also the original intention of her reminder.

  Crollo nodded slightly towards Pike Norda.

   He didn't plan to stay long in Shivadani either.

   "Let's go."

   Holding the signed version of "Numano" in his hand, Chrollo crossed Pike Norda and strode out of the door.

  Pike Norda closed the door and followed behind Chrollo.

   As the two left, the room fell into a dead silence.

   On the floor of the living room, the corpse was lying face down, and the blood flowing from the body formed a shallow pool of blood on the side.

   After a while.

   A bubble suddenly popped up in the pool of blood, pushing the surrounding dark red blood away.

   It was a black bubble, like a bowl upside down on the pool of blood, the surface was dark and smooth, not stained with any blood.

   The black bubbles appeared for a while, and they expanded and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, they turned into a pitch-black three-dimensional humanoid outline.

   And the size and height are almost the same as that of the corpse.

   The jet-black shape transformed from the expansion of the bubbles stood in the pool of blood, staring silently at the corpse with his head down.

   After a few seconds.

   The jet-black figure slowly crouched down, stretched out his right hand and touched the corpse.

   "Crackling-"

   At the moment it touched the corpse, a dazzling electric arc disappeared in an instant with a very brief cracking sound.

   When the arc disappeared, the corpse and the pool of blood disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a human-shaped scorch mark with ashes accumulated on the ground.

   As if—

   As described in the book "Numao".

   Lightning fell countless times.

   The mighty momentum is deafening, and in the thunder that is more dazzling than the sun, a complete human being evaporated in the world, leaving only a human-shaped scorch mark that proves "existence".

  Beside the wonder, the swamp exuding a deadly atmosphere suddenly swelled up a huge bubble.

Snapped.

  The bubbles burst without warning, but the scattered jet-black fluid moved like a shadow into the scorch marks of the human figure, and it was like the iron juice poured into the mold...

   Another thunder flashed.

   The "human" that evaporated a few seconds ago returned to the human world.

   It’s just that the humanoid scorch will exist forever.

  In the room.

   Next to the humanoid scorch marks.

   The jet-black silhouette that had emerged from the pool of blood a few seconds ago had now taken on the appearance of a young man.

  He inherited everything the young man once had, and as usual, he picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV to play his daily must-see series.

   The light source projected from the TV flickered and fell on the scorch marks of the human figure.

   has an indescribable sense of weirdness…

  Shvardani Municipal Airport.

   Not long ago, a privately contracted spacecraft took off slowly from the airport.

   The person who contracted the spaceship was named Davidson Donald, the author who wrote "Numao".

   Now, the ship is flying over the city of Shivadani.

   A man in a dark gray suit was sitting by the window.

  The man has shoulder-length silver hair, his face is as pale as his hair, but his eyes are as dark as an abyss, and it is difficult to see his emotions.

   This man is Davidson, the author of "Numao".

   "Verification ended."

  Davidson lowered his head slightly, the outline of Shivadani city reflected in his dark eyes.

   "Spread, let this terrible world... come to nothing."

   His voice was as indifferent as a robot.

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   (end of this chapter)