[Hunting] Killer's Blacklist

A range of tile sizes.

"Ding ding ding" he beat the drums according to a certain rhythm.

The drumming continued.It's just that as time goes by, the whole wall is slowly shaking.Not long after, Gazelle felt the ground beneath his feet shaking slightly.The whole room is like the heart of the human body, accompanied by the sound of "bang bang" shrinking and tightening with drumbeats.

He wasn't quite sure whether the warden would accept the message he sent, or whether he would give a little help to the younger generation as the No. 1 of the former black umbrella.

Yulai had warned him that if he could afford the remuneration demanded by the warden, apart from their old man, only the head of the family of killers remained in this world.

If he told Nan that someone was planning on his black diamond, and that person was the notorious spider leader Kuroro—then, he would always have a little life left to get out.

At this time, he will not know how optimistic and ridiculous his thoughts are.

No sleep for one night.

On Kerr's second day, he was allowed out of the room to eat at the restaurant.Another unfamiliar jailer took him to the second floor with a chain.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, the first thing he saw was Kuroro who was standing at the dining window to maintain order.

Gazelle stuck out his tongue and lowered his head at the tail of the line.

After half an hour, it was finally his turn.

"Uncle, please give me a chicken leg." Gazelle smiled friendlyly at the uncle who was cooking.

Then a deep voice came from behind him, "He's joking. He's actually a devout vegetarian."

"Oh." The uncle nodded in understanding, and immediately put a cucumber on his dinner plate.

Gazelle turned his head, stared at Kuroro, then looked at his dinner plate, and finally returned to his seat in frustration.

During the whole meal, he gnawed on the cucumber angrily while watching Kuroro's every move.

Kuroro was talking to another man.He seemed to have noticed Gazelle's gaze, patted the man on the shoulder, and then walked straight towards the corner where he was.

He actually came over.Gazelle puts his hand on the chair—grabs.

Kuroro looked down at him proudly, "I will take action tonight. Stop me if you can, as you like."

Gazelle touched the edge of the chair repeatedly, smashing Kuroro hundreds of times in his heart.

After the meal time, the jailers took the "prisoners" back to their rooms.

Gazelle lay on the bed, recharging his energy.He didn't open his eyes until the last rays of the setting sun slanting on the window lattice disappeared.

At the same time, as a jailer, Kuroro, who has a great deal of activity rights, also quietly sneaked into the high-rise area.In a few days, he has probably figured out the route here.

Of course, there is also the possibility of unknown factors interfering.And the only uncertainty is Nan, the warden he never met.

In previous experience, there has never been any trace of such a person.The information at hand is only "Nan is the owner of the black diamond." This kind of statement.

Kuroro is not looking forward to meeting the other party. He is not Hisoka, and he will not have such a perverted attachment to the strong.What he wanted was—black diamonds.

Kerr Prison Lodge (3)...

At zero o'clock, the big clock in the hall made a muffled sound.Gazelle has reached the top floor.

Along the way, he met N+1 jailers, but Kurolo was not among them.Following the directions on the map, the route he had chosen was the only one leading to the warden's room.

Could it be that Kurolo played him a trick?He didn't act tonight?Gazelle frowned.

"Wait..." Someone came over.He immediately hid his body completely behind the pillar, and even the faint shadow perfectly blended with the darkness.

who is it?He guessed.Judging from the sound of footsteps and the breath of the other party, it seems that he is not an ordinary jailer.It's even less likely to be Kuroro ==, at least he believes that Kuroro, who has lost his mind power, would not be so arrogant to walk in the corridor of V4 that even the prison guards are forbidden to enter.

His heart tightened, the warden's room was very close to where he was, could it be...

"Gazelle, come out." The footsteps stopped suddenly.

While the sound was still propagating in the thin air, Gazelle's body was already moving, but the opponent's movements were even faster.

"Bang——" the sound of weapons colliding, under the dim light that is difficult to distinguish between the eyes, the two figures are fighting.

The heavy death aura carried by the huge black sickle was suppressed by a slender sword body.

Gazelle's wrist was shaking slightly, and he felt that the nerves in his upper body had been numb in the frontal collision just now.

What's worse, he used all his strength, but the opponent restrained his movements with one hand.

Is this really the strength of the predecessor NO.1?

"Senior Nan..." He moved his lips and called softly.

"Huh? Are you showing weakness to me?" Nan withdrew his strength slightly and took half a step back.

"Senior, don't be joking. I can't even beat Yulai." Gazelle took advantage of the situation and stopped his posture. In just one minute, his gray shirt was soaked.

"Yulei?!" Nan's voice was a little dazed, as if his consciousness had been dragged back to a long, long time ago because of the name, when he was the No. 1 of the black umbrella...

"Yulai asked me to bring you a message." Gazelle leaned his upper body on the pillar, trying to adjust his too rapid breathing.

"What message?" Nan put away his sword and hugged his shoulders.

Gazelle looked around, lowered his voice and said, "Can we talk in your room?"

Nan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Following Nan into the room, Gazelle looked at the man in front of him seriously with the help of sufficient light.

He was a little surprised because Nan looked much younger than his real age.Yulai told him that his lover was 8 years older than him.

In this way, Nan should also be in his 30s.

Nan took off his black uniform and casually put it on the chair. He sat casually on the table, propping up his left leg.Immediately afterwards, he took out a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it.

"Speak." Nan's voice was deep but not hoarse.

Gazelle sat on the sofa unnaturally, "Yulei said, he misses you a little bit."

"Yeah." Nan agreed and took another drag on his cigarette.

"..." Uh, Gazelle always felt that this performance was too indifferent...

"This is a letter from him to you." He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Nan respectfully.

He had read the contents of the letter a long time ago, and he knew that there was only one sentence on it - "Baby, I want to sleep with you."

If Yulai hadn't persuaded him in every possible way that Nan would be very happy after seeing this sentence, and might help him—he wouldn't have done such a terrible thing.

Putting his hands in his chest, Gazelle observed Nan's face while thinking about how to bring up Kuroro's matter.

The envelope was slowly opened.

Yulai warned him that Nan never showed joy.Gazelle even suspected that he might be instantly killed in the next second.

"Heh—" Nan smiled.Although he only twitched the muscles of his mouth slightly, Gazelle could tell that he was in a happy mood.

Nan folded the envelope again, put it on the bottom of the stack of books, turned around and asked Gazelle, "Do you want some coffee?"

Gazelle never drank coffee.

In order to get rid of Kuroro, in order to get rid of Kuroro, he forcefully hypnotized himself, he smiled and replied: "Okay."

Soon, Nan made a cup of espresso and handed it to him.

Gazelle put his lips on the rim of the cup politely.

"Yulai... How is he doing now?" Nan paused, hesitating a little.

"It's okay." Gazelle put the cup on the tea table and didn't move.

"S·M Bar is still open?" Nan glanced at the coffee cup he put on the coffee table, and finally looked at Gazelle's face.

"S.M?" Gazelle thought to himself, did Yulai open another club in another place?

Nan crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "It's the StrongMan bar!"

"Uh..." It turns out that the abbreviated meaning is so obscene, Gazelle looked embarrassed.

"Not bad." He remembered that business was booming every time he went there.How to turn the topic to your own purpose...

Nan stood up, "Gazelle, I heard you only have two missions left?"

"Huh?—um. Yes..." He nodded.

"nice."

"Thank you." He was not used to being praised by a powerful senior.

"It's a pity." Nan shook his head regretfully again.

"Ah?" Gazelle's eyes widened, but his vision suddenly blurred.The light and shadow overflowing from the incandescent lamp danced and flickered.

He only felt that his limbs were gradually losing control, and his brain was becoming more and more chaotic.

"Senior..." Gazelle struggled to stand up, but before he could stabilize his body, he slipped backwards like a puppet that had lost its string, rolled over the sofa and hit the floor.

"In the coffee—what's in it?" he murmured weakly, his eyes closed.

Nan's voice came faintly, "For Yulai's sake, I'll make you feel more comfortable."

The sight was dark, and the beating frequency of the heart became slower and slower, "Why?"

"The organization wants to kill you. Although I am no longer the killer of the black umbrella. But I have not left the organization. Now I am just a scavenger." Nan