Hunter x Hunter Rise Meteor Street

"A few days ago, a circus owner bought three red-haired children on this street. I heard the news from others. Everyone is curious about buying only red-haired children. I am not sure if there are any boys among the three. I don't know if there is the person you are looking for among them."

"Buy? Can people be bought and sold here?"

Jackar was relieved and surprised to hear this. He was relieved that he was not sold by Maggie.

What surprised him was that he thought it was just a barter here, but he didn't expect that everything could be traded here. It was really a dark place.

"Of course, as long as it is picked up from the garbage dump, the person who picked it up has the right to sell it to the local gang, and the gang will deal with how to sell it according to the situation of this person."

"I understand, grandma, do you know their approximate height and age?"

"I don't know that."

"Then where is the gang responsible for buying and selling people, do you know?"

"This, I don't know, it's better not to ask about the gang, otherwise it will cause trouble."

"Okay, grandma, thank you."

It seems that I really need to rely on the boss of Wo Jin to help me find out. I don't know the situation here at all.

But this boss is so elusive. How long will I have to wait for him to notify me?

My parents died tragically, I am exiled here, and my younger brother Hisoka is still alive and dead. When we set out, the family was still together, as if it was just yesterday.

Jiaer didn't give up and asked several other vendors about the situation of the gang.

Several people kept silent, only one guy who seemed to know something inside asked for money before he was willing to talk.

Jiaer was penniless and didn't even know what to eat for lunch today. He said I have no money and turned around and left.

Now Jiaer was left alone, thinking about how to get out of the predicament. Looking at the street vendors' expressions of careful calculation when trading, Jiaer was determined and decided to find a way to get some money first.

The friendship here needs to be exchanged for life. Money can make the devil work. Even if Wo Jin boss is willing to help inquire, he must take money.

Ransom table, compensation bucket, if you want to get a lot of information, you have to have money first.

In the past, Jiaer had no idea about money, but now he realized that money is the courage of a hero and the tears of a man.

Jiaer walked a long way along the street. When he was about to reach the end, he suddenly realized that there was a strange phenomenon among the vendors.

Among the goods they displayed, one or two items on some stalls would emit a faint gas, which seemed very weak, and some stalls did not emit any gas at all.

What does this mean? Where did these gases come from?

Jiaer felt that there must be a mystery here, so he walked back again and carefully observed the goods of the vendors again.

He saw a short knife, the handle and scabbard were very worn, but there was a layer of faint gas on the blade.

A ceramic jar was also very old, and the animal relief on the surface was lifelike, but it was covered with stains and not washed off, but it exuded a strong gas all over.

A small landscape oil painting was covered with dust, but the painter's signature in the corner below made Jiaer very excited.

He was familiar with the name of this painter. There was a large landscape painting by this painter hanging in his grandfather's study. He heard from his father that his grandfather spent 80 million ringgits to buy it at an auction.

It was rare for Jiaer to see such a priceless painting appear in such a place.

He couldn't help but think about how to get the painting. He had to have something to exchange first.

He ran towards the garbage mountain frantically, like an excavator running at full power, searching for something decent in the garbage with both hands.

After a while, a clockwork alarm clock was turned out. The style was not very good. After twisting the clockwork, the gears began to bite, and the pointer moved. It was counted as one and thrown into the empty garbage bag.

After a while, a revolver with a bloody barrel appeared in front of Jiaer. He thought that this thing should be very popular here.

He opened the revolver and saw that there were still 5 bullets left. It was thrown away after only one shot. What a good thing. He wiped it and threw it into the garbage bag again.

An hour later, a pile of garbage more than five meters high was piled up behind Jiaer, all of which were useless garbage that he had turned out and thrown away.

It was almost noon, and he looked at his gains, a clockwork alarm clock, a revolver, a patterned plate, half a pack of cigarettes, and a windproof lighter.

There were not many things, but it was enough to try his luck.

Jiaer carried the garbage bag on his shoulder and walked back to the street where the stalls were set up with interest.

When he came to the stall with the painting again, he found that the painting was gone.

He quickly asked the boss: "Has the small landscape painting just been bought?"

"Yes, it was exchanged by someone who just left. He exchanged it for five baguettes. I don't think you can afford such a high price. Go away, little guy, don't affect my business."

The middle-aged vendor sitting on the ground was smoking and answered leisurely.

"If it is this thing, is it enough to exchange it?"

Jack took out the revolver from the bag and held it in his hand.

The vendor's eyes lit up at once, and more than one pair of eyes lit up at the same time.

"Hey, little guy, his broken painting is not worth so much money. You can choose any two, no, three, from my stall and exchange them with me."

"I'm willing to give four!"

"I'll give five!"

When several vendors around him saw someone exchanging guns, they all rushed to Jiaer to make an offer.

It seems that in such a dark place, guns are the hard currency.

"Don't fucking snatch it from me. Just wait, Hua, and I'll get it back for you."

The vendor was so excited that he blew out the cigarette and ran out fifty or sixty meters away with a bag of bread in hand.

A minute later, he returned to Jia Er out of breath, standing on the ground and bending over tiredly, holding the painting in his hand.

"One picture is not enough. You can choose any other item from the stall."

The vendor gasped and spoke in a consultative tone.

Jia Er took a look and saw that nothing else on the stall had gas, but there was a bucket that could be used.

"Then add another bucket. I'll give you the gun."

"Okay, if you have this thing in the future, come back to me."

Seeing that their hopes were in vain, the other vendors muttered privately that this guy was too deceptive, he was just a child after all.

"OK."

Jiaer left with his wish, and there were still five bullets in his bag. Seeing how popular this thing was, he planned to keep them for emergencies.

He carefully put away the painting and continued walking on the street.

In the end, he exchanged the remaining half pack of cigarettes and lighter for two pieces of bread. No one wanted the alarm clock and plates. He felt that it was a pity that he finally picked them up and threw them away, so he took them back together and used them himself.

Just as Jia Er passed the last corner of the street, four men came out of the alley on the street and followed Jia Er quietly.

"In the next alley, we block him from both sides before attacking, so that he can't escape."

"Okay, the two of us will go around and you continue to follow."

The four people summed it up in a few words and took action separately.

"What are you doing sneaking around here?"

Wo Jin came out and was about to find Jia Er when he saw two big men with masks and guns hiding at the entrance of the alley he was passing by.

"Mind your own business and get out of here."

One of the big men said disdainfully and asked Wo Jin to leave.

"It's you who should get out!"

While he was talking, a big man's head was pressed, he hit the wall and fell down with his brains bleeding. Another big man shot Wo Jin.

After a bang, the other big man saw that the barrel of his gun had exploded when Wo Jin covered it with his palm, and he was completely frightened.

In the next second, he was kicked five meters away and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

Upon seeing this, Jia Er quickly ran over, and the two people following him started shooting at the same time on the other side of the alley.

The bullet spun rapidly and shot towards Jia Er's back. At this moment, two hands appeared in the air, grabbed the bullet with a swish, and threw it hard towards the forehead and heart of the shooter.

With a cry of "Ah!", the two people who were hit fell down together.

"Thank you, Wojin."

Jia Er watched the four attackers die. Although his words were polite, he was also helpless. Wo Jin was so quick that he didn't even leave anyone alive. He killed them all after asking for the way down.

"You're welcome, it's not enough to deal with this kind of stuff."

Wojin rubbed his palms together, still feeling a little unfinished.

Jiaer showed Wo Jin his harvest, and the two of them took the gun in the dead man's hand back to the factory. After all, this thing was quite popular.

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