Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

Gulu, Gulu, Gulu.

He had long silver hair and sharp elf-like ears, but he was wearing a black uniform, lying on the sofa, drinking from a bottle, which was somewhat inconsistent with his image.

Muhlu was not drinking to relieve his sorrow, but as the captain of the logistics and blocking force left here by the Biyangde Exploration Team, he always had to have some hobbies to kill time.

The time of waiting and endurance is always long, just like the word - the days are like years.

He put his booted legs on the table beside him, raised his head and took another sip of wine, but his eyes were fixed on a map of the sea hanging on the gray and white wall.

The core members of the Biyangde Exploration Team had set off from the transit base island a few days ago and headed for the boundary gate where the gatekeeper was.

The mission of the mercenary troops led by Muhlu to stay here was to ensure the support of the Biyangde Exploration Team and to protect their retreat.

At the same time, Pariston smiled and predicted that there might be pursuers from the Hunter Association coming soon.

The Muhru mercenary troops had to rely on the strategic locations they had occupied on the transit base island and the many weapons they had left behind to stop the pursuers.

It would be best to sink the pursuers' ships at sea and let most of them drown, which would be the safest way.

He didn't want the enemy to land and then start a fierce battle for strategic locations on the island, otherwise his mercenary troops would suffer heavy losses.

Although Bi Yangde and Pariston had given enough deposits, the promised funds would allow this troop and their relatives to have no worries about food and clothing from now on, and each of them would become a wealthy man...

However, in the final analysis, they were just mercenaries, and they would charge at the right time with their lives, but now there was a safer way to stop them, so why would they risk their lives?

Muhru couldn't help laughing.

Dinglingling, dinglingling, dinglingling——

The phone on the table rang at an inopportune time, interrupting his fantasy of retirement. He reached out and picked up the receiver with some dissatisfaction and put it to his ear.

"What's wrong?" Muhlu's tone was a little impatient.

The caller was Muhlu's subordinate, who seemed a little flustered: "Captain, an unidentified ship was found and is approaching!"

It really came. Muhlu immediately became alert: "How many ships are there?"

"One."

"One?" Muhlu thought about it, and then it suddenly dawned on him. After all, all the ships in the New World were destroyed, and it was not easy for the pursuers to get a ship.

Since there was only one ship, it would be much easier.

"What type of ship?" Muhlu relaxed his body and asked again.

"Uh... It seems to be a sightseeing yacht."

Muhlu was stunned for a long time before he put his legs down from the table and sat up straight: "What the hell did you just say? What type of ship?"

"Sightseeing yacht." The other party had to repeat it again.

"Sink it." Myuhlu's face darkened. "I don't care how you fire, sink it! What a joke... Use the special coastal defense guns!"

"We're already using it..." The subordinates were uneasy, "But we can't hit it. That yacht is too flexible."

"Have you all eaten shit?" Myuhlu couldn't help but curse and stood up from the sofa. "Can't hit a yacht? Have you been lying on the boat for too long and don't even know how to fire?"

"No...it...it's really flexible and fast, and the shells can't hit it at all."

Can't hit it? !

How could this happen? !

Myuhlu frowned, thought about it, and understood that it must be a dozen materialized Nen ability users, a ship that materialized together.

For such a ship, the "yacht" is just the shell, and the real speed depends on the dozen materialized Nen ability users.

If this is the case, it makes sense that the pursuers drove a sightseeing yacht over.

"Then let it get close. When it tries to land somewhere, concentrate firepower and destroy it in one go."

"Yes!" the subordinate responded immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Muhlu was a little uneasy. He paced back and forth on the creaking wooden boards in the room, feeling a little worried.

He was about to open the door to go out and take a look when he heard the phone ring again. He had to walk over and pick up the phone.

"Captain!" It was the same subordinate, and this time he was more panicked than before, "They landed!"

Muhlu widened his eyes in astonishment. From the time he talked on the phone just now to now, it should have been less than five minutes.

And the enemy broke through their firepower in just five minutes and successfully landed by force?

What kind of joke is this?

"Captain?" Not hearing Muhlu's voice, the subordinate had to raise his voice.

And Muhlu did hear the sound of continuous shooting and artillery fire from his subordinates, and it seemed that they had already engaged in battle with the enemy.

"How many enemies have landed?" Muhlu had no time to blame his subordinates for their incompetence, and he was secretly suspicious in his heart.

Could it be that old Netero came in person?

How could it be? Would he not care about the Hunter Association and the survivors and chase after his own son?

Or was it the members of the Twelve Branches, such as "Ten Dragon" Botobai and "Tiger" Guanxi?

Only Netero, or some of the members of the Twelve Branches, could have such an overwhelming landing speed, right?

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, but said a number that shocked Muhlu: "According to observation, there should be only four enemies."

Muhlu was silent again, and finally he said in a somewhat exasperated manner:

"Stop them, I'll come to the front line now. You guys are not so useless that you can't even do this, right?"

Then, he slammed the phone down hard and rushed to the front line immediately.

He led a team out of the camp and walked down the stone steps. Soon, he heard the sound of intensive firing, which made him even more shocked.

Has it reached here? Just four people?

Muhlu really couldn't figure out what happened. He saw his mercenary troops constantly retreating, but their crossfire did not stop.

On the left and right were two teams holding guns and rocket launchers, and in the middle was their heavy firepower - mechanical armor.

These mechanical armors are like the armors ridden by the funny trio Pilaf and others in "Dragon Ball", with a member riding on the torso and both arms.

These members are all psychic users. They inject psychic energy into the armor, thereby increasing the mobility of the armor and the power of the shells to a very terrifying stage.

Muhlu's mercenaries relied on this formation to win in different battlefields, but now they were employed by Biyander and Palliston.

However, such an elite and well-equipped force was being slaughtered.

Mechanical armors fell and exploded one after another, and the mercenaries were either buried in the sea of ​​fire or smashed into pulp by the enemy.

Wailing continued, and panic spread.

Muhlu held the walkie-talkie and looked at the one-sided situation in front of him, not knowing how to command.

Standing on a high place, he could see clearly that the other side really had only four people, and one of them was a person he had never expected.

"Rat" German.

Damn, why is he here too? !