Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

Chapter 117 "The hijackers" (1)

Germain stood in the crowd, and then saw Kurapika standing not far away.

Kurapika was secretly observing the group of hijackers, with a hesitant look on his face. Perhaps he was thinking, should he come forward now after losing his swords?

It was still too much for Kurapika to deal with the gangsters holding rifles with his bare hands.

Fourteen gangsters surrounded them, their rifles pointed at the ground. None of them were wearing masks, and it seemed they were not afraid of being exposed at all.

This makes their purpose even more frightening.

One of them, a middle-aged man with a beard and scars on his face, was their leader. He came out, looked around at the panic-filled crowd, and coughed a few times.

Everyone was attracted by his coughing and looked over.

"My name is Somerset." The scarred man actually said his name directly, "These are my brothers and comrades-in-arms."

"I'm sorry for hijacking this airship and choosing you. If possible, I really hope you can land safely and reunite with your family and friends. What a wonderful thing that would be."

When Somerset said this, the wording in his words had a dangerous undertone.

Many people who heard the implication couldn't help but tremble all over, and some timid ones even sobbed softly.

"We also want to reunite with our family and friends. Unfortunately, we can no longer do that. After I say what I need to say, you can call the police, leave a suicide note, and communicate with anyone you like."

"But now, you must be quiet, otherwise, I will not give you the last mercy."

This time, almost all adults are aware of a terrifying possibility—nay, a foreseeable and hopeless future.

This group of gangsters did not intend to let the airship land. Even if it did land, it would not be the "landing method" they hoped for.

Many people wanted to scream, but Somerset's threat and the black muzzles of the guns prevented them from making high-frequency sounds.

Somerset looked at it for a while, nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "How many of you know about the "Norwell Mercenary Survivors Mutual Aid Fund"? Does anyone know? Nobody knows? "

After waiting for a while, no one answered, and he was a little disappointed: "Haha, yes, we can't expect you to pay attention to us. After all, it doesn't matter to you."

"To put it simply, we are mercenaries, working for the V5 countries, the Cajun Empire or some small countries."

"However, in war, there are always heavy casualties. The dead brothers and comrades will leave behind family members who have no one to take care of them."

"In order to enable the bereaved families to live at least with food and clothing, the "Norwell Mercenary Survivors Mutual Aid Fund" was established. "

Somerset paced the spacious hall of the airship, allowing everyone present to see his solemn expression.

"Quite a few mercenaries will invest money, just for the sake of their brothers who lived and died together, so that their surviving family members will not die of hunger and cold, nor will they be reduced to being untouchables and slaves."

"However, there are too many people and too little money." Somerset shook his head and sighed, "In desperation, we had no choice but to go to the national agency that once employed us and ask for help."

"Sure enough..." He raised his head and looked at everyone, "No one cares about us. After all, we are just mercenaries, not formal soldiers. Ho ho, ho ho..."

"In this case, we decided to do something big so that the international community would have no way of not paying attention to us. In half an hour, this airship will fall towards Itlo City."

"Of course, the more likely scenario is that we will be shot down by artillery shells on the way and fall into the deep mountains and forests. But it doesn't matter, as long as the airship crashes."

"At that time, they should understand that the lives of the mercenary survivors are also their lives. Spending a little more money to appease them can reduce the number of such 'crash tragedies'."

When Somerset said this, the crowd in the airship hall finally couldn't suppress their fear and suddenly burst into screams and cries.

"It's desperate, isn't it?" Somerset listened to these cries and said to them with a smile, "At least you still have half an hour to say goodbye to your family. Our brothers and comrades are not so lucky."

"We don't want to choose you either. But, there is no way, just accept your fate. At least we will accompany you on the last journey, and you will know why you died."

"Okay, cherish the last moment. Remember, you still have half an hour left."

After Somerset finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the direction of the airship's cab.

The captain and others were also among the people being held hostage. The airship was temporarily switched to autopilot, and now Somerset will control it manually.

He is a pilot, and flying an airship is just a piece of cake for him.

Germain looked at the chaotic hall. After Somerset left, people were crying and calling their mobile phones under the gaze of the remaining thirteen gangsters.

Some of them asked the police for help, and some called their families.

Others walked up to the gangsters and tried to persuade them, but they were shot in the head only halfway through their words.

The buzzing gunshots and the splattering of brains pushed the panic in the airship to a new peak.

The gangsters stood there with indifferent expressions.

As mercenaries who often go to villages to sweep up, they have seen this kind of scene too many times, and they will not be merciful just because there are women, children and the elderly in front of them.

Among the crowd, Germain and Kurapika were the only two who remained calm.

But Kurapika still didn't seem to give up, keeping his rhythmic breathing and thinking about various feasible solutions.

Germain glanced back and forth with "Condensation" and confirmed that among the fourteen gangsters, Somerset and the other two were "psychics", and the rest were just ordinary mercenaries.

As for the three "Those with the ability to read", they were only at the level of "Brave" and "Apprentice". It seemed that they were limited by their talents and could no longer improve.

This means that Germain's combat power is far superior to them.

The "psychic ability" of one of them is either the ability to disguise a firearm and carry it on an airship, or it is a "psychic ability" involving "space" like Xiaodi and Nobu.

The "psychic abilities" of the other two are unknown, but Germain thinks this is enough.

After all, the enemy is not a very strong one, so a quick fight is enough.

He quickly determined his plan. To ensure that the number of casualties at the scene was reduced to a minimum, he must eliminate all thirteen gangsters in a very short period of time, and then go to find Somerset.

After thinking about it clearly, Germain did not hesitate and took action directly.

He walked out of the crowd and walked towards one of the gangsters.

The gangster showed no intention of persuading him to stop. He raised his gun and was about to shoot.

However, the next moment he only saw the oncoming black shadow, and his vision went completely black!

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