Chapter 173 Two Pairs of Eyes
The appearance of Crook, and Moreau’s speculation on Crook’s ability.
Inevitably, Kurt felt a sense of hostility and a sense of crisis.
Even after listening to Moreau's preaching, Curt's attitude towards Crook's ability remained unchanged.
This is no longer a pure comparison of strength, or even ability type.
It was Kurt's forbearing possessiveness that was taking hold.
But the real incentive is what Moreau said, "Your abilities are precious."
Perhaps Kurt himself did not realize that the yearning and possessiveness towards Qi that had been suppressed for a long time had been transferred to Moreau unconsciously.
Morrow only thought that Kurt's habit of comparing strengths had occurred again, and he didn't think much about it at all.
After boarding the airship, he immediately asked the kitchen to make a batch of sugar cakes with different flavors, and then personally delivered the sugar cakes to Kurt's room.
Kurt looked at the sugar cookies that Moreau brought over, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Two days later.
The airship departing from Youkesin landed at a coastal city called Cheslon in the eastern region of the Urubiian continent.
If you head south from this city, you can reach the Balusa Islands, which are dotted with many islands.
· Heading to the east, you can reach the continent where the United Nations of Bergrose, one of the V5s, is located.
However, on the way to the United Nations in Bergrose, you will pass through three islands.
One of the islands is where the Greed Island game is located.
Coastal cities are usually based on trade and fishing, and Cheslon City is no exception. It has become a prosperous and famous city.
However, based on Moreau's understanding of the world, an area that is prosperous on the surface is usually filled with various gray industries secretly.
Most of these possible gray industries are closely related to the ten old men.
After coming out of Cheslon Airport, Moreau rented a car as a means of transportation as usual and drove to the city center.
According to Kurt's "Paper Man of Life" guidance, the target Bazel is located in the city center.
"You dare to come to such a crowded city center with a heavy bounty on your back. You are really arrogant."
Inside the car, Moreau held the steering wheel.
Bazel's approach made him inevitably think of the Phantom Troupe.
Do whatever you want and do whatever you want.
In fact, it is not an exclusive pronoun for the Phantom Troupe.
Many criminals who have not appeared in the "original perspective" are also like the Phantom Troupe, doing whatever they want around the world.
Bazel's daring to mingle in the city center is due to his personality, but it cannot be ruled out that it is the mentality of earning more blood if he can live longer.
After all, not all criminals can survive like Leiza after encountering a strong man like Jin Fulis.
From the perspective of criminals, if they encounter an invincible strong man and step into the gate of hell, they will not have too much fear.
It feels good enough anyway.
This is probably the psychological portrayal of a desperado.
"If Bazel is in a crowded place, wouldn't it be difficult to take action?"
Kurt asked softly while paying attention to the paper man in his hand.
Morrow quickly glanced at Curt in the passenger seat. Instead of answering, he asked: "What do you think?"
"If you attack Bazel directly in a crowded place, it will not only affect other people besides the "target", but also provide favorable conditions for Bazel's ability."
Cot expressed his thoughts.
Morrow smiled when he heard this.
Cote looked at the smile on Moreau's face and asked doubtfully: "Did I say something wrong?"
"You are right."
Moreau looked forward and shook his head, "It just surprised me."
"What's the surprise?"
Curt stared at Moreau's face.
Morrow said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, you would emphasize the matter of "disaster to others". "
"Is there anything strange about this?"
Cote was a little confused and said: "Dad has always taught us this."
"Your dad is right."
Morrow suddenly reacted, and he transferred some of his views on Ilmi to Cote.
People like Jenosiba do not take pleasure in killing people, so when performing tasks, they will consciously avoid harming other unrelated people except for one target.
This practice, which stems from the profession itself, was continued by Xeno to Sheba, and then from Sheba to Ilmi and the others.
It's just that Yi Mi obviously doesn't value this approach, and Mi Ji even more so. Being able to exchange a passenger's life for a computer is enough to illustrate the problem.
On the contrary, it was Curt, the youngest, who truly inherited this practice from Jenosiba.
But think about it.
The difference between Kurt and Ilmi is that they are too well-behaved and obedient.
Night falls.
The lights of Cheslon city are like daylight, giving the city outline a brilliant halo.
On the streets, there is even more traffic.
This level of prosperity is evident.
Morrow and Curt avoided the bright light, shuttled through the darkness, and approached the target bit by bit.
“In there?”
Leaning in the corner of a dimly lit building, Moreau looked towards a nightclub not far away with colorful lights flashing.
"Hmm."
Colt is sure.
Morrow said calmly: "Then we can only wait."
A place like a nightclub is obviously not suitable for attacking Bazelle.
The two waited patiently.
Waiting until after one o'clock in the middle of the night, the life paper figure in Kurt's hand suddenly showed a stronger reaction, pointing at a tall man wearing a hat and sunglasses who had just walked out of the nightclub door.
"That's him."
Cotte immediately pointed out the target for Moreau,
Morrow nodded, looking calmly as Bazel walked towards a sports car, and then retreated into the darkness, without rashly casting his gaze at Bazel again.
Wait for the roar of the sports car to sound and go away.
Morrow led Cotter out of the darkness, then got into the rented car, followed Bazel's movement, and headed towards the seaside.
As cars drive away from the city center, the intensity of the gorgeous lights decreases.
Hey Moreau stepped on the brakes, stopped at a place, and looked towards the port not far away.
· As night falls, Cheslon Harbor is immersed in silence, with only sporadic lights illuminating some areas.
At the port, huge cranes stand quietly, a large number of containers are stacked neatly in the open space, and there are rows of warehouses next to them.
Farther out on the sea, several anchored freighters were looming in the darkness.
The entire port was so quiet that only the sound of sea breeze and waves could be heard.
Morrow and Cote walked straight to the port under the night.
With the guidance of the paper man, the two quickly located the target location, which was a warehouse with a closed door.
It could be seen that there was a light escaping from the vent above the warehouse.
This time.
Inside the warehouse.
There are two groups of people dressed as gangsters looking at each other from a distance.
There are many people on one side, about a hundred people.
The leader was sitting on a chair with a casual look on his face. He was obviously the owner of the warehouse.
The other group of people only had more than twenty people.
The leader was a bald middle-aged man with a faint smile on his face. Several of the people behind him were carrying suitcases full of banknotes.
And Moreau's target, Bazel, was also among this group of people, standing behind the bald middle-aged man without any sense of existence like an ordinary bodyguard.
But only the bald middle-aged man knew the weight of Bazel in his heart.
"Mr. Xili, hasn't the "goods" we agreed on previously arrived at the port yet? 》
The bald middle-aged man looked at the man sitting on the chair and asked with a smile.
The man named Xili was playing with a small knife casually. When he heard this, he just raised his eyes and said coldly: "What's the hurry? I have enough money and I won't miss a hair of yours."
Bazel yawned without interest.
Although it was to get what he needed, this kind of uneventful transaction scene still made him feel bored. "Huh?"
Bazel suddenly stopped yawning, took out a small mobile phone as if no one else was around, and looked at a message sent by his "associate".
The content of the message is short, but it can convey a lot of key information to Bazel.
Having been targeted, two people with telekinesis abilities were targeted.
Bazel slowly put away his phone, and the sleepiness on his face faded away like a tide, replaced by a cold smile.
Having the courage to enjoy yourself in a crowded place is not without support.
He has an accomplice.
More precisely, younger brother.
Normally, he would let his younger brother hide in the dark and monitor all his actions from a "higher angle".
Under this almost controlling surveillance behavior, it is often possible to quickly discover existences such as bounty hunters who want to harm him.
There is only one reason why the younger brother can pass on the "information" immediately.
That means the person targeting him is a telepathic person and needs to be taken seriously.
"It's time to change places again."
Bazel said to himself, and the thoughts in his body began to stir slowly and powerfully.
The bald middle-aged man vaguely heard Bazel's muttering to himself, and couldn't help but look back, and asked with concern: "What did you just say?"
Faced with the bald middle-aged man's question, Bazel only showed a dangerous smile.
Just for a moment, the bald middle-aged man suddenly felt the danger.
Before he could react, he saw Bazel raise his hands, shooting red thin lines from his fingers,
Pointing at everyone in the field except him like branches.
Wrong.
It is blood.
The bald middle-aged man saw blood beads on Bazel’s fingers.
"You—·!?"
His eyes widened, unable to conceal his horror, he looked at Bazel, who had attacked without warning.
Bazel ignored the reaction of the bald middle-aged man and controlled the filamentous blood to be injected into the bodies of other people present. With this ability, he easily controlled the hundreds of people present.
This is his operational ability.
Using one's own blood as a medium, one can gain complete control over the target.
You can also use the effect of this ability to control the blood in the target's body.
Since it requires the blood in one's own body as the medium, the number of targets and even the intensity that can be controlled depend on the amount of blood that Bazel can extract.
"Although they are just a group of trash, it is still a bit difficult to control a hundred people at once."
Bazelle's face became pale and bloodless. At first glance, he looked like a vampire in movies and TV shows.
lves her her ininginginging in hair in the color of bald head can be made by a person, and can it be said that it is the best way for a person to make money, so I can give it to you.
The bald middle-aged man reacted, expressed his stance as quickly as possible, and immediately ran towards the warehouse door rolling and crawling.
When he heard Bazel say "keep the money", the desire to live in his heart turned into a strong sense of joy at this moment.
Fortunately, Bazel only wanted money, and fortunately, Bazel was willing to spare his life!
Just when the bald middle-aged man was thinking this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back and chest.
He is lying to me! ?
You specifically said to keep the money, just to make me happy in vain?
The face of the bald middle-aged man gradually became distorted and unwilling. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. A large amount of blood just kept coming out of it.
Then he heard Bazel's suppressed, low, maniacal laughter.
"Yes, this is the reaction.
Bazel came to the bald middle-aged man and squatted down slowly, his eyes filled with excitement.
The bald middle-aged man listened feebly to Bazel's harsh laughter. He lowered his head and took his last breath. "This is a special treat I am giving you. If there is another world, remember to thank me."
Bazel stood up with a smile, no longer looking at the bald middle-aged man's body, and instead controlled everyone in the warehouse, rushing towards the warehouse door.
At the same time.
Morrow and Cote, who had been squatting behind a container outside the warehouse for a while, just now felt a wave of breath coming from the warehouse.
That kind of aura fluctuation is exactly the movement created when Bazel uses his power to control hundreds of people at once.
Morrow and Curt looked at each other, both of them were prepared to deal with unknown situations.
Expansion!
Suddenly, the warehouse door was forced open.
· A group of people holding guns swarmed out of the warehouse like zombies in a relatively unruly manner.
The moment he saw this scene, Moreau mobilized his mind energy without hesitation and threw a fluorescent green flying star into the sky. He threw away a glass jar filled with mosquitoes with his other hand.
The flying star froze in the sky, the glass bottle shattered, and a swarm of mosquitoes flew out.
Immediately, a large number of flying stars that were stagnant in the sky split apart and fell like raindrops, piercing the group of people who rushed out of the warehouse.
Puff, puff—a lot of blood splattered.
In an instant, there were more than fifty households on the ground.
Although these people were all wrapped in a thin layer of mental energy, after the flying star was twice strengthened, even if the power was dispersed, it was enough to destroy them.
"We should have been discovered."
Morrow glanced at the many bloodshot eyes that retracted into the warehouse after the crowd fell to the ground.
When he realized that he had been discovered by Bazel, he naturally had a doubt.
"Kurt, pay attention to the situation."
But Morrow temporarily suppressed his doubts, first reminded Curt, and then concentrated his energy in his hand again. No matter how Bazel discovered them "suddenly", what he had to do was to decisively cut off every ounce of power that Bazel could control.
Under the cover of night.
There is a pair of clear eyes leaning towards the warehouse, that is Bazel's younger brother.
But from a higher angle above Bazel's brother, there is another pair of eyes.
"Have any bounty hunters taken action against the Barzel brothers?"
The owner of the clear eyes was wearing a black and white outfit with a strong cow style, especially the hat with two small horns on it.
This person,
But it is the hunter’s ugly cow Miloston.