The murderers of Feitan and Xia Ke did not exchange the bodies for bounties, but instead deliberately damaged the bodies.
This move is enough to show that the perpetrator is definitely not a bounty hunter.
So the high probability is that—
came seeking revenge.
This is the unanimous conclusion of the previous team.
At this moment.
When Franklin saw Kurapika's fiery red eyes, he finally understood the source of his hatred.
Those are the unique fiery red eyes of the Kuluta tribe who were slaughtered by them.
It turns out that there were survivors from that massacre—
!
At this moment, this survivor is taking revenge on the brigade with overwhelming hatred.
You must tell the leader of this information!
Franklin was shaken in his heart.
Hurrah!
He exerted force suddenly, the veins on his forehead, neck, and arms popped out, and his muscles tensed to the limit.
However, no matter how hard he struggled,
hh could not shake the chains wrapped around his body.
"The strength of this chain's ability is far beyond ordinary -"
Franklin instantly realized that the boy who controlled the chain in front of him must have imposed a strong oath and restriction on his ability, and it was even possible -
It was an obsession fueled by hatred!
Because of this, this chain can force people into a state of "absolute" and completely block other people's telekinesis abilities.
But such a terrible restraint effect must be accompanied by extremely strict restrictions.
For example, limited goals!
This chain is probably only effective for the brigade!
ifier must let the regiment commander know this!』
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However, the chain remained motionless.
"Damn it—is there really nothing we can do?"
"No, you must not die worthless like this!"
"There must be a way"
"This important information must be given to—"
Franklin roared silently in his heart.
His face turned purple from the asphyxia-like struggle, and the bulging blood vessels in his neck seemed to burst.
However, all these efforts eventually turned into futility as he let out a breath of exhaustion.
In the brigade, even Wo Jin, who has the strongest strength and muscles, can't break free from Kurapika's middle finger chain, let alone other members.
Morrow watched Franklin's death struggle with cold eyes, but his peripheral vision quietly glanced at Kurapika beside him.
The blood in the young man's fiery red eyes was getting more intense, and the flames of hatred almost turned into substance and spewed out.
The boy just allowed the emotions of hatred and anger to emerge and distort on that handsome face.
It is obvious that Kurapika's emotions are on the verge of losing control.
The cause of all this was not only the Franklin in front of him, but also the spider tattoo that was hideously exposed under Franklin's torn clothes.
That eye-catching number on the tattoo is like the most vicious curse, constantly reminding Kurapika of a fact.
Spiders—we are far from getting rid of them!
Franklin lowered his head, his heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silence, and beads of sweat dripped down his chin and onto the grass blades.
He finally recognized the cruel reality—
He could not break free from the chains filled with obsession with physical strength alone.
The shadow of death shrouded him so clearly, and what made him even more desperate was that he was about to die here without even having the last chance to warn his companions. But the captain and the others knew nothing about this threat!
Franklin stopped his useless struggle, but the anxiety in his heart was burning like wildfire.
In this anxious state, he felt Kurapika's hatred and anger, and suddenly he slowly raised his head and looked into those fiery red eyes.
“I’m sure that we didn’t spare anyone alive that day, so you—you weren’t even there at the time, just because of this little oversight—”
“Shut up!”
Kurapika's eyes changed, and his fist filled with telekinesis hit Franklin hard on the abdomen.
Bang.
With the muffled sound of ruptured internal organs, Franklin's body arched like a shrimp, and the splattered blood drew a dazzling arc in the air.
states.
Warm blood drops splashed on Kurapika's slightly pale cheek.
Franklin coughed violently, and broken internal organs mixed with blood clots overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
In a daze, he thought of Pike Noda's ability.
If Pike Noda had been asked to use her ability to confirm the population of the Kuluta tribe -
It would be meaningless to think about it now.
Franklin lowered his head, and the figure of the regiment leader flashed through his mind.
He, the captain, will definitely be able to resolve the crisis for the brigade again, and what I can still do now-
If death is inevitable, I beg you to allow me to contribute to the brigade after my death!
shall shall I say last, for my companions, the turbulent emotions and obsessions brewing in Franklin's child.
He slowly raised his head again, opened his mouth stained red with blood, and said word by word:
"My companions will find you and kill you—"
"Bang!"
Kurapika punched Franklin in the abdomen again.
Suffering this heavy blow, Franklin's body once again arched like a shrimp, and blood mixed with internal organs spewed out of his mouth.
Suffering two heavy blows infused with telekinesis one after another, his vision began to blur and his ears buzzed.
But the closer he was to death, the more the obsession in his heart burned his consciousness.
"Even if I have to die here today"
Franklin raised his head with difficulty, "My will will not stop here, I will protect the brigade - the brigade in another form, and will continue to go on -"
Blood foam continued to gush out with his weak words.
But there was an extremely determined look in his eyes that were gradually losing focus.
This man who has always been calm has a burning fire in his heart that only burns for the brigade.
Just like his two-handed machine guns, they are only intended to open up a passable road for the brigade.
Kurapika was stunned for a moment, his blood-stained fists trembling slightly.
The smell of blood is close at hand.
There is still a disgusting feeling on the fist.
Why can you torture others and kill others without feeling anything?
At this moment, Moro reached out his hand and gently pressed Kurapika's shoulder.
Kurapika slowly turned his head, his eyes that were trembling slightly like his fists, looking at Moro who had given him great help.
Moro met Kurapika's hesitant gaze and asked:
"You can kill him with your own hands, or you can just let it go. No matter what you choose, his fate will not change in any way. Change—Kurapika, follow your own will and do what you think you should do. No matter what, Curt and I are here."
Kurapika. Biting his lips, a trace of blood spilled out.
His consciousness and limbs were actually resisting killing.
If he had no choice, no matter how much he hated to resist, he would definitely kill Franklin in the end.
Kurapika's tightly clenched fist slowly loosened at this time.
Colt saw this and wanted to laugh at Kurapika for not being able to do such a small thing as killing someone.
But after seeing the blood spilling from the corner of Kurapika's lips, he finally suppressed the thought of laughing.
Morrow also noticed Kurapika's action of unclenching his fist.
This is already an answer.
Morrow immediately took a step forward, standing in front of Kurapika, and immediately looked at Franklin's eyes that seemed to be burning with a strong obsession.
"Want to protect the brigade in another form?"
Morrow slowly raised the red jade bird knife, his eyes as cold as ice.
"This kind of joke is not funny—even if your obsession can turn into thoughts after death, I can still make you disappear completely."
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Franklin's pupils shrank.
The next moment,
A sharp red line flashed across his blurry eyes.
Immediately afterwards, there was a stinging pain in the eyes and even on the nose.
He cut my face into two halves. After his vision suddenly fell into darkness, Franklin seemed to see the way he died.
Then the boundless, soundless darkness swallowed his consciousness.
But in the most silent and dark place, a small black flame suddenly appeared.
That was Franklin's strong obsession—
Hit half of Franklin's head rolled down onto the grass, and the sticky brains and blood were scattered all over the place.
Almost at the same moment, a dark thought of death emerged from the incision in the head, twisting and condensing like a living thing.
Franklin finally got his wish and left behind his thoughts after death.
But this obsession is not for revenge, but to warn the brigade and help them avoid the coming threat.
Theoretically, even if the deceased could leave a message, it would be difficult to accurately transmit the information.
However, Franklin's trust in Chrollo during his lifetime can be called faith.
It is this unreserved trust that gives his death wish the possibility of transmitting information across life and death.
Because he knew better than anyone else that Chrollo must be able to read the mind.
The dark thoughts of death rose from Franklin's broken body like flames breaking free from a cage.
However, with a casual touch of his right hand, Moreau grabbed hold of the surging thoughts of death!
In an instant, the dark flames twisted and struggled wildly, as if Franklin's last will still remained.
On the grass not far away, on the head that rolled to the ground, a pair of lifeless eyes were wide open, watching the scene that happened to Zhengdao.
In the dim hole, the sight of Morrow's palms writhing in vain with the thought of death could still be vaguely reflected, until it was completely extinguished.
The thought of the afterlife, which contained Franklin's strong obsession, was absorbed by Moreau in an understatement.
"Has it only converted about 8%—"
Morrow glanced down at the third near-year energy ring on the back of his hand, and saw that the blue energy bar had increased to 20%.
After absorbing the short sword prison sword after death, the energy has directly rushed to the third circle of 12% in recent years.
In comparison, Franklin's transformation amount of death thoughts is much less.
This is probably because the charging difficulty becomes higher near the third round.
It is actually not difficult to further confirm this mechanism.
As long as you find a mental object that is similar to the one you have absorbed before, then absorb it and see if you can convert 1%
of energy.
If it can, it means that the charging difficulty has not changed.
If not, it means that the difficulty of charging has indeed become higher as the number of layers increases.
Morrow then looked at the grade symbol near the middle.
「Lv.57→Lv.59」
The original level was Lv.54, but after killing Peeling Lev, it was directly upgraded to Lv.57.
Now that I have killed Franklin again, I have risen directly from Lv.57 to Lv.59.
However, from the perspective of the level of manifested Qi, Franklin is obviously higher than Peeling Lev.
The experience of peeling off Lev allowed Moro to be promoted to three levels at once. This may be due to the influence of the experience attenuation mechanism.
But Moreau believes that the most intuitive influencing factor should be the experience points he accumulated during this period of practice, which happened to be settled together with the experience points of peeling off Lev's head.
Yi Cai was promoted to three levels all of a sudden.
"It's almost level 60."
Moro averted his gaze and muttered to himself.
Beside.
Kurapika and Curt both saw the scene where Morrow easily absorbed Franklin's thoughts of death. They were not surprised by this. To say it, they were probably surprised that Franklin "kept what he said" and left thoughts of death.
It is a pity that Moreau also fulfilled his promise and got rid of his after-death thoughts that carried out his firm belief.
"Kurapika, are you okay?"
Morrow did not pay too much attention to the changes in the manifested temperament, but paid attention to Kurapika's emotions.
Kurapika took back the chain and asked Moro to nod silently, indicating that he was fine.
Morrow looked at the blood on Kurapika's face, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.
After what happened today, he was actually not very good at judging whether letting Kurapika retain this pure kindness would be a good thing or a bad thing in the future.
The only thing that is certain is that he would rather see a Kurapika who can keep his original intention.
So as long as the brigade can disappear from this world faster, then there is nothing wrong even if Kurapika always retains this kindness.
Moreau picked up half of Franklin's dead head from the grass, and used his other hand to drag the body as strong as a bear.
The hunting is over.
The next thing to do is naturally to eliminate the traces of the corpse.
"Curt, help me bring Lev's body over."
Morrow walked straight towards the car they were driving in the distance.
"Hmm!"
Cot responded quickly, and immediately controlled a large amount of paper scraps to wrap Lev's peeling body, and then quickly followed Moreau.
Throwing the body into the car, Moreau took out a barrel of gasoline from the trunk.
Kurt also threw the body into the car together with the paper.
Not far away, Kurapika looked at the two people who were working, and the blood in his eyes gradually faded.
"Cotter and I will lead here."
In his ears, he seemed to hear what Moreau just said again.
Hala Kurapika slowly raised his right hand wrapped with chains, held it against his chest, and listened to the heartbeat that was gradually calming down with his palm.
“I—also have companions.”
He murmured to himself in his heart.