Chapter 218 The Spider’s Pursuit
Hiso, this guy is really reliable.
Of course, the prerequisite for him to be reliable is that you have to hang a carrot in front of him that can make him attracted.
As long as the carrot is tempting enough, there is no need to worry about whether he will act.
He doesn't even need anyone to urge him, he can run faster than anyone else and work harder than anyone else.
She is simply a model employee in the part-time job world and a miracle in the cattle and horse world.
Morrow lowered his head and looked at the information about Franklin on his mobile phone. Hisoka's perverted smile flashed through his mind. He also thought about the last time he rejected the other party's request for a loan, and felt a little guilty in his heart.
Mainly because Hisoka is so useful.
This makes Moreau feel like an evil capitalist at this stage.
Morrow shook his head slightly, drove Hisoka out of his mind, and refocused on the intelligence.
In the brigade, except for Hisoka who is alone, the other members work in teams, either in groups of two or three...
Franklin works in teams of two, and the people who team up with him can also be regarded as "acquaintances" of Moreau.
Morrow looked at the name in the written information and peeled off Lev.
Compared with Franklin's ability information that is already on the table, stripping away Lev's cross-dressing ability,
There are still certain unknowns.
Morrow read the information provided by Hisoka and immediately asked Curt to prepare the paper man of life against Franklin.
As soon as the life paper man is finished, you can start taking action immediately.
However, to be on the safe side, even if Moreau could accurately locate Franklin's location and movements, he would not rashly launch a direct attack.
He will wait and see for a while before taking action.
It’s not that he has doubts about the intelligence provided by Hisoka, but that he has to be wary of the brigade’s overt and covert action pattern.
If Franklin and Flaxlev's action mode is too ostentatious, then you have to be wary of this preconceived idea, which may evolve into a battle of wits with the air, but Moreau thinks it is necessary.
He has long been accustomed to this approach along the way.
And this approach can always be of value in battle.
A few days later.
Morrow, Kurt, and Kurapika left the sky arena and boarded an airship heading west.
The paper man of life can only guide the direction.
Only when the distance is shortened, the expressiveness of positioning will be enhanced.
So before you reach a certain distance, you can only follow the direction and move forward.
Finally, after five days of trekking, Moro and his party arrived at the border of the ancient Ganyu Kingdom.
Back to this land again, Moreau looked at the immigration control office in the distance.
This place is very close to the town of Plit, which he has visited before. It is adjacent to the border and has chaotic security.
Last August, it was there that he met Kang Zai. Later, during the revenge operation against the Finger Organization,
met the kind-hearted virus hunter.
Thinking of Sambika, Moreau suddenly realized that he seemed to have not contacted her for a long time and did not know how she was doing.
Morrow gathered his thoughts and walked towards the immigration control office in the distance with Kurapika and Curt.
With the convenience of Kurapika's hunter's license, several people entered the country smoothly without any hindrance.
After entering the country, Moreau bought a car directly from a driver nearby who was soliciting customers, and sped away in the direction pointed by the life paper man.
It's just the direction of travel, which is the road to the town of Plit.
However, judging from the intensity of the reaction of the Life Paper Man, it is still a long way from Franklin, and it must not be in the town of Plit.
Morrow then decided to take a break while passing through the town of Plit, and took Kurapika and Kurt to the noodle shop that impressed him so much.
On the way to the town of Plit, he unexpectedly passed by the village that had been rescued by Sambika.
Morrow did not stop, but looked at the many houses in the village through the car window.
He saw ruin and silence.
That village is dead.
Morrow slowly withdrew his gaze, feeling a little complicated.
In this border zone where criminal activities are rampant, the birth and death of a village are like the inconspicuous grass run over by wheels on the roadside, which will not attract the attention of others at all.
Morrow looked at the subversive road ahead, thinking that it was only one year from last year to now, but for some people and things, it seemed that a long time had passed.
After driving on the bumpy road for about ten kilometers, the car finally entered the town of Plit and finally stopped near the noodle shop called Hongdan.
Morrow turned off the engine and got out of the car. The soles of his shoes made a slight sound on the rough ground.
Kurapika and Kurt also walked out of the car one after another,
"That noodle shop tastes pretty good."
Moro pointed to the building made of red-grained wood and gray-white bricks not far away, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, "To this day, I still remember the smell clearly."
As he said, he tilted his head and said to the two people next to him: "Go eat something first, and then we will continue on our way after eating."
Kurapika nodded.
And Kurt was already curiously looking at the buildings on both sides of the street. He always felt that the architectural style here was very similar to the Haozhu City he had visited before, with all redwood and gray tiles.
Morrow walked straight to the noodle shop not far away, with Kurapika and Kurt following behind.
Just after walking more than ten meters, several men with strong backs and fierce faces swayed out from the corner of the building and quietly approached them.
Those people looked at the three Moreaus unscrupulously, with naked greed in their eyes, as if they were looking at goods for sale, without even bothering to do the most basic cover-up.
But their gazes mostly stayed on Kurt's face, which was as delicate as a doll.
Kurt intuitively felt the malice of these people, and had long been accustomed to it. His right hand clung to the fan handle on the kimono belt, but he did not do it immediately, but looked at Moreau.
Morrow nodded.
Kurt immediately pulled out his purple bamboo fan and slashed at the men with swift movements.
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A sharp and sharp light flashed through, and those people didn't even react at all. Their bodies, including their heads, were broken into seven or eight pieces and scattered on the street.
The tragic death was seen by many eyes around him.
Quietly, these gazes died down silently.
Kurapika glanced at the broken pieces of the house scattered on the ground, and then looked at Kurt, who had a calm face. He vaguely thought of the scene when he first met Kurt in You Kexin.
Morrow's voice brought Kurapika back to reality.
Kurapika then realized that his fingertips were rubbing the chain unconsciously. He took a deep breath and shook his head: "No, it just feels too much——"
His voice gradually dropped, and in the end he said nothing.
After hearing this, Kurt tilted his head, the fan bone lightly touched his chin, and asked: "What's too much?"
The childlike and innocent tone formed a strange contrast with the bloody ground.
Facing Curt's questioning look, Kurapika's lips moved slightly and said: "Cruel."
In his opinion, Curt can be killed with one blow. , and there is no need to cut the opponent's body into pieces. "Pfft."
Hearing this, Kurt moved the fan in his hand to cover his laughing mouth. He didn't look at Kurapika anymore, but looked at Morrow.
"Morrow, did I do something wrong?"
Kurt seemed to be asking, but in fact he already knew what kind of answer Moreau would give.
This is a question specifically for Kurapika.
Morrow said: "Well done."
"Yeah."
Colt smiled happily, and then his deep purple eyes tilted towards Kurapika, as if to demonstrate.
Kurapika felt comfortable for a moment, but hesitated to speak.
Morrow looked at Kurapika's reaction and did not bother to explain. Instead, he directly bypassed the remains of the house on the ground and walked towards the noodle shop.
A moment later.
Morrow and the other three entered the noodle shop and ordered three bowls of the signature noodle soup.
Hunting for the soup to come up, Morrow and Kurt picked up their chopsticks, but Kurapika obviously had no appetite.
Morrow didn't pay attention to Kurapika. He first took a sip of soup, then ate a mouthful of noodles, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Now that I am in a different mood, when I eat this bowl of noodles again, I feel it is even more delicious.
Being able to enjoy the present moment with a free mind is indeed the best condiment in the world.
"There is no law and order in this place, and criminal activities are commonplace."
Moro picked up the bowl and took a big sip of soup, and suddenly said.
This was naturally meant for Kurapika.
Kurapika couldn't help but look at Morrow.
Morrow also looked at Kurapika and said calmly: "I don't need to say anything about those people just now, you can see what they want to do."
Kurapika was silent, but subconsciously glanced at Curt, who was concentrating on eating noodles.
The intentions of those people were very obvious, and they were mostly aimed at Kurt.
Morrow saw Kurapika's reaction in his eyes and said: "They are not necessarily human traffickers. It is possible that they just saw that Kurt was good-looking, so they made an impromptu idea and wanted to use Kurt to make extra money."
Kurapika remained silent.
Kurt is still engrossed in eating noodles, but the corners of his eyes are slightly bent.
Morrow used his chopsticks to stir up the oil on the soup, and continued: "People who had the same idea as them,
Just now, there were at least dozens of people, and Kurt's approach can Let the group of rats retreat into the gutter consciously. "
"Hmm.
Kurapika lowered his eyes and responded.
Moro saw this and stopped.
The most striking feature of the ancient Ganyu Kingdom is its ancient charm that is completely different from modern cities.
From majestic palaces to scattered redwood buildings, many famous cities, including the royal capital, have perfectly preserved the unique features of ancient architecture.
This may be a cultural phenomenon unique to monarchy countries.
However, the main theme of this world is, after all, modernity.
Even in a country like Guganyu that cherishes its traditions, some cities within its vast territory are already undergoing transformation.
A city called Zhongyang is full of various high-rise buildings, with only a few ancient buildings preserved.
The development of this city seems to be the epitome of the future direction of Guganyu.
Franklin and Flaxlev came to the city.
They were not dressed up, just like tourists, sitting on the chairs on the observation deck by the artificial lake, seemingly not caring about the bounty on their backs.
This can be regarded as the brigade’s usual style of conduct.
But it is also this approach that gives them the opportunity to hone their own strength.
So when faced with those who come for revenge or simply for money, they usually do not refuse anyone who comes.
Lost.
That means you are not capable enough, and you cannot blame others if you die.
The nature of the world is that the weak eat the strong.
Won.
Then step on the corpses on the ground to become stronger, so that you can go further and take what you want into your arms.
"It's so slow."
Lev peeled off his red-gloved hand and lightly hit the table,
The two of them came here to take advantage of the local gang forces and open up intelligence channels here.
What they are waiting for now is the second-in-command of the local gang family.
Before the formal meeting, they had already roughly understood the details of this gangster family.
On the surface, it is an intricate underground force, but in fact the real controller is a certain prince from the Gu Ganyu royal family.
This kind of power structure under the table seems to be exactly the same as the model of gangsters and royal minions in the Cajun Empire, but it is slightly different.
"It's not the appointed time yet, we're early."
Franklin picked up a delicate piece of tea with his thick fingers and put it into his mouth casually.
The crumbs of the pastry stuck to the corners of his staggered mouth, and were brushed away carelessly.
· Peeling Lev finally stopped tapping the table, and a dull nasal voice came from the bandages: "So why did we arrive early?"
· "There are so many reasons."
· Unlike Peeling Lev's vague impatience, Franklin's face with crisscrossed stitches remained calm.
Even his movements of swallowing snacks have a certain mechanical and steady rhythm,
It seems that even the most basic physiological behaviors are practicing some kind of calm quality engraved in his bones, just like his tall body like a brown bear.
Left leaned on the chair, looked at the lake in the distance, and suddenly said: "The leader went to Liuying Country a while ago, is there any progress?"
"It's hard to say."
Franklin's head was looking towards the tea on the plate. The big hand stopped suddenly and said calmly: "The leader's 'ability' is very practical, but it requires a lot of time and energy, and it may not get the results you want."
"But if the leader's actions yield results, then we don't have to be like headless flies anymore."
There was a sense of urgency in Peellev's tone.
The whole team has spent so long. Although it has recruited a new member, it is difficult to find another intelligence master like the knight.
More importantly, there has been no clear clue as to the search for the "perpetrator".
Now it seems that we can only expect progress from the head of the group.
Franklin suddenly turned his head and glanced at a young man in the distance with a badge on his chest and a burgundy suit. That should be the second-in-command of the local gangster family whom he was meeting this time.
Immediately, he turned his attention back to Peeling Lev, "The leader chose to go to Liuying Country with a "clear purpose" because there is a profession that is rumored to have the ability to communicate with the dead - perhaps, there will be something to gain."