Hunter: I’m Really Not a Mind Remover

The Phantom Troupe is a notorious criminal group.

The entire group has only thirteen members, but each member is a powerful telekinetic.

From the beginning of its establishment, this group has started various appalling criminal operations.

"Take what you want."

Practicing these concepts, the Phantom Troupe acted recklessly, not to mention burning, killing and looting.

Because of this, it took only a short time for the Phantom Troupe to go from being unknown to a notorious A-level criminal group.

In the beginning, there were countless bounty hunters targeting this criminal group with a high reputation.

However, those bounty hunters who went towards the phantom troupe ended up losing their lives without exception.

To know--

Only when the Phantom Troupe is preparing to "execute" a large-scale criminal operation will it gather all members according to the order of the head.

Because of this mechanism, it is not surprising that the Phantom Troupe only gathers once every two or three years.

Although the leader of the Phantom Brigade occasionally issued an order to "come when you are free", someone was absent every time.

More often, the members of the Phantom Troupe will only disperse and act according to their personal preferences.

But even if the Phantom Troupe is so scattered...

Those bounty hunters who went for the Phantom Troupe failed to achieve anything in the end.

From this we can also see the strength and difficulty of the Phantom Brigade.

Kuroro Rushiru is the head of the Phantom Troupe and the soul of the team.

One of his hobbies is to read all kinds of books, covering a wide range, as long as it can arouse his interest, he will read even ethical books.

If you insist on selecting a favorite theme from various genres, it should be "soul" and "humanity".

Numao is a popular book published this year. The core theme is related to "soul and human nature", which just hits Kuroro's reading preferences.

For the quality of this book, even Kuroro, who has read many books, highly recognized it.

So I thought about buying a self-signed version for collection, but the author of "Number Man" doesn't seem to like holding a signing party.

Therefore, from publication to now, the number of book signings held can be counted on the fingers.

This is why Kuroro came to Shivadani City.

Coming to Shivadani City, where countless hunters gather together, as a Class A wanted criminal for a self-signed book, can be said to have implemented the concept of the Phantom Troupe when it was first established.

Compared with queuing up at the signing event, direct plundering is more in line with the identity of a "thief".

As for murder?

In Kuroro's eyes, a human being who has nothing to do with him is just a mass of moving meat.

In his opinion, there is no difference between a moving mass of meat and a non-moving mass of meat.

Ignoring the corpse of the young man lying on the ground, Kuroro looked at the signature on the cover of "Marshman", and a little satisfaction rose from the bottom of his heart.

If you get what you want, then this trip will not be in vain.

"Captain."

A female voice came from the apartment door.

The woman who spoke was Paconoda, member No. 9 of the Phantom Troupe.

When there is nothing to do, the members of the Phantom Troupe will separate their activities, but Paconoda is always by the side of the leader Kuroro.

It's like an inseparable secretary.

"time to go."

Paconoda looked at Kuroro who was next to the corpse, and reminded.

A place like Shivadani City is not a good place for criminals like them.

Even if they have a simple disguise, they may not be able to hide it from some eyes and ears.

Therefore, in Paconoda's view, since he has already obtained what he wants, there is no need to stay, and it is the safest way to leave directly.

This is also the original intention of her voice to remind.

Kuroro nodded slightly towards Paconoda.

Nor did he plan to stay in Shivadani for long.

"Let's go."

Holding the autographed version of "Swamp Man" in his hand, Kuroro strode out of the room over Pak Norda.

Paconoda closed the door and followed behind Kuroro.

As the two left, the room fell into a deathly silence.

On the floor of the living room, the corpse was lying face down, and the blood flowing from the body formed a shallow pool of blood on the side.

After a while.

A bubble suddenly popped up in the pool of blood, pushing away the surrounding dark red blood.

It was a black bubble, which was upside down on the pool of blood like a bowl, the surface was black and smooth, not stained with any blood.

The black bubble appeared for a moment, and then expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it only took a while to become a dark three-dimensional human silhouette.

Moreover, its size and height were almost the same as that of the corpse.

The jet-black figure transformed from the expansion of the air bubbles just stood in the pool of blood, staring down at the corpse silently.

After a few seconds.

The pitch-black figure slowly squatted down, stretched out his right hand and touched the corpse.

"Crackling—"

The moment it touched the corpse, accompanied by a very brief crackling sound, a dazzling electric arc disappeared in an instant.

After the arc disappeared, the corpse and pool of blood disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a scorched human-shaped scar covered with ashes on the ground.

as if--

As described in the book "Number Man":

"Lightning strikes countless times."

"The huge momentum is deafening, and in the thunder that is more dazzling than the sun, a complete human being evaporates in the world, leaving only a scorching mark in the human form that proves that it 'existed'."

"Beside the strange scene, the swamp exuded a deadly atmosphere, but suddenly a huge bubble popped up."

"Snapped."

"The bubbles burst without warning, but the scattered black liquid moved into the scorched marks of the human figure like a shadow, and it was like iron poured into a mold..."

"Another thunderbolt flashed."

"The 'human' who evaporated a few seconds ago has returned to the world."

"It's just that the scorching marks in human form will exist forever."

inside the room.

Next to the scorched marks of the human figure.

The pitch-black silhouette that emerged from the pool of blood a few seconds ago has now turned into the appearance of a young man.

He inherited everything a young man once owned, and as usual, he picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV to play the serials he must watch every day.

The light source projected from the TV flickered and landed on the scorched marks of the human figure.

There is an indescribable weird feeling...

Shivadani Municipal Airport.

Not long ago, a privately contracted spaceship slowly took off from the airport.

The person who contracted the spaceship was Davidson Donald, the author of "Swamp Man".

Now, the spaceship flies over the city of Shivadani.

Sitting by the window was a man in a dark gray suit.

The man had long shoulder-length silver hair, his face was as pale as his hair, but his eyes were as dark as an abyss, and it was difficult to see the emotion in them.

This man is Davidson, the author of "Swamp Man".

"Verification ended."

Davidson lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes reflecting the outline of Shivadani City.

"Spread and let this awful world... come to naught."

His voice was as indifferent as a robot.

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