Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 229 You are Hisoka, then who am I?
too suddenly.

Paknoda's fifth bullet was not the ineffective memory bullet she had just fired...

Moreover, just before Paknoda fired the fifth bullet, the silver revolver, and even the magazine filled with bullets, showed no signs of Nen fluctuation.

This is enough to show that Paknoda had already mixed a lethal psychic bullet into the first shot before firing it.

Machi Nobunaga and the others were all highly skilled. Despite being surprised by what they saw, they still managed to gather this information in a very short time.

What followed was confusion.

They didn't immediately connect the dots to the possibility that "Hisoka is the mole," after all, Pakunoda's abilities had already proven everyone's innocence.

However, as Paknotta put away her revolver, this preconceived notion clearly no longer applied to the judgment at this moment.

What allowed Pakunoda to use the pretense of "implanting a memory bullet" to meticulously prepare a fatal Nen bullet for Hisoka...

Even without an explanation, Machi had already made a hunch about one thing.

Hisoka is the mole.

In that instant, Machi's eyes became as sharp as her Nen threads, ruthlessly and coldly slashing at Hisoka, who was lying on the ground with a bullet wound to his forehead.

Even though Hisoka's Nen was gradually weakening, her murderous gaze made it seem as if she would commit the atrocity of desecrating a corpse at any moment.

Nobunaga also realized that Hisoka might be the mole, but even so, he still felt that the situation was quite chaotic.

Just then, Paknotta finally spoke.

"Hisso is the mole."

She revealed the truth in the fewest words possible.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Hisoka, who looked like he was lying on the ground on the verge of death, suddenly burst out with intense Nen energy.

With a flick of his wrist, a playing card shot towards Paknotta like lightning.

This sudden turn of events left Paknotta with no time to react.

Fortunately, Machi, who was standing next to her, kept a close eye on Hisoka.

The instant the playing card flew out, she swiftly extended her right hand, her fingers, wreathed in Nen, precisely clamping down on the fatal card.

Pakunoda stared at the playing cards so close to her face, her pupils contracting in shock. She never expected that Hisoka, who had been shot in the forehead, could still launch such a fierce attack.

So, the Nen state Hisoka was in when he was on the verge of death was actually a disguise after he barely managed to block a fatal blow?
The moment Machi caught the playing cards, Nobunaga and Uvogin suddenly looked at Hisoka and made their moves almost simultaneously.

Nobunaga's sword flashed, its sharp blade slicing through the air as it slashed straight at Hisoka, who was still lying on the ground.

at the same time.

Uvogin roared, his right fist gathering violent Nen energy, and smashed towards Hisoka's chest like a meteor.

However, just as the attack was about to hit, Hisoka's body suddenly slid rapidly along the ground toward the morgue door.

It is love that can stretch and contract.

He just shot a playing card at Pikenotta, intending to attract everyone's attention.

At the same time, he secretly stuck the flexible love to the wall outside the door.

However, he did not move immediately. Instead, he suddenly retracted the pink sticky thread the moment Nobunaga and Uvogin attacked.

This will reduce the risk of the entrance being blocked to some extent.

Hisoka's figure slid to the morgue door like a ghost.

If he hadn't caught the hint of killing intent that Paknoda revealed at the last moment, his head would have already been pierced by the Nen bullet.

Even so, the hasty defense still injured him, and blood continued to flow from the wound on his forehead.

"It won't affect the operation..."

Using the stretching pull of love, Hisoka twisted his waist the instant he slid to the door, sprang up with amazing flexibility, and rushed out of the door like lightning.

He was passionate about fighting, but he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could take on several members of the Phantom Troupe, including Chrollo, on his own.

That's not enjoyment, that's suicide.

As Hisoka rushed out the door, he glanced in Chrollo's direction out of the corner of his eye.

The man who had been standing still the whole time remained calm, as if it were none of his business.

This unusual behavior immediately put Hisoka on edge.

"Are there other members of the brigade outside?"

But he quickly dismissed the guess.

Those members of the Brigade who were absent from today's gathering have long since become Moro's dead and will never appear again.

Nevertheless, Hisoka remained convinced of his judgment.

Kuroro's unusual behavior must have a reason.

at this time.

A figure suddenly appeared outside the door, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

However, this phenomenon of something appearing out of nothing is not due to spatial abilities, but rather to a very powerful method of concealing one's presence.

The moment the figure suddenly appeared, it launched a fierce attack on Hisoka.

Hisoka realized what was happening and crossed his arms in front of him.

Bang!
The figure's fist seemed to carry the force of a thousand pounds, striking heavily against Hisoka's outstretched arms.

As a dull thud echoed through the silent corridor, Hisoka was forcefully knocked back into the morgue by the blow.

From that moment on, the aura of death bound Hisoka tightly.

It was at this moment that Hisoka understood why Chrollo was so calm.

This is all because the person Kuroro placed outside the door was extremely powerful.

Forced back into the spider's meticulously woven web, Hisoka no longer felt the urgency to get away from the center of danger as quickly as possible.

He flipped his hand, producing several playing cards that he held between his fingers. His narrowed eyes quickly scanned the group members in the morgue before looking towards the door.

Da da……

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor drifted into the morgue.

The figure that had forced Hisoka back was now slowly walking towards the door.

Hisoka looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Standing there—

It turned out to be another version of myself.

Same face, same body type, the only difference is the other person's corseted outfit and pointed-heeled boots.

Although that was his usual attire, he wasn't dressed like that today.

And...those deep, dark eyes.

Hisoka detected a sense of familiarity in those eyes.

That indifferent gaze, seemingly devoid of any emotion...

And superb transformation and disguise abilities.

Who else could it be but Illumi?

It turned out to be the case.

Hisoka instantly understood why Chrollo had suddenly set up this trap.

It was Illumi who betrayed him.

"I still owe you a lot of money, don't you want it anymore?"

Hisoka's golden pupils reflected the imposter's image, and his body surged with a torrent of Nen, ready to fight to the death.

The imposter, also known as Illumi.

His ability allows him to maintain his transformation and disguise for several hours without inserting a magic needle.

Hearing Hisoka's words, Illumi also took out a playing card and held it between his fingers, calmly saying, "Your 'sense of smell' is still so sharp, Hisoka... As for the money you owe me, Chrollo has already settled it for you."

"Really? That's a truly touching sense of responsibility."

Hisoka turned sideways, making sure his line of sight remained fixed on Illumi at the doorway and Chrollo and his group in the morgue. Although his demeanor could still be described as calm and composed, his heart was filled with an intense sense of crisis.

Today, I might die here.

Hisoka had anticipated this possibility.

Or rather, from the moment Illumi betrayed him, fate had already sent him a...

Dead hand.

"Ah……"

However, when faced with the oppressive feeling of death coming from all directions, Hisoka's surging aura revealed an even stronger desire to kill.

Apart from Illumi and Chrollo, everyone else in the arena had a slight change in expression.

Having just escaped death, Pakunoda looked at Hisoka's blood-soaked forehead with indescribable shock.

She was certain that Hisoka was completely unaware of the murder plot Chrollo had set up before she fired the shot.

Even so, Hisoka was able to react at the last moment and hastily defend against her Nen bullet at such a close distance.

What a monster...

Paknoda's eyes trembled slightly.

Nobunaga noticed Pakunoda's emotional fluctuations and said, "Don't worry too much about it, Pakunoda... Hisoka's senses are exceptionally sharp."

After saying that, he pointed his katana at Hisoka, his eyes filled with cold killing intent.

Paknoda nodded and stepped back, leaving the fighting space to Nobunaga and the others.

"Commander, should we just kill him?"

Nobunaga, with his back to Kuroro, asked a question.

But as he was asking the question, he had already infused his aura with a murderous intent that wanted to cut Hisoka into pieces.

It was as if even if Chrollo said he would spare Hisoka's life, he would not hesitate to take Hisoka's life.

Kuroro didn't pay much attention to Nobunaga's seemingly unnecessary question, because his current mood was actually no different from Nobunaga's.

"kill him."

As the cold voice fell, Kuroro channeled his Nen power and materialized Thief's Secret.

Upon hearing Kuroro's words, everyone immediately went into battle mode.

But at that moment, Hisoka made a seemingly meaningless move.

Before engaging in combat, he took out his phone and, with just a little force, crushed it into tiny fragments.

Doorway.

Seeing Hisoka crush the phone, Illumi immediately understood that Hisoka didn't want him to use the phone to further harm Moro. He said expressionlessly, "It seems you're mentally prepared to face death, Hisoka."

Hisoka responded with several playing cards wrapped in pink adhesive thread.

Hisoka's initial attack on Illumi also indicates that he still intends to break through the encirclement.

"Going first is very important, so don't waste your energy."

Facing the playing card that Hisoka shot at him, Illumi didn't care at all about the stretchy Love stuck to the card. He raised his hand and shot three Nen needles, knocking the playing card off.

After that, he didn't care what Hisoka's next move would be, and simply left the area near the entrance.

As he retreated, nurses and doctors with needles inserted rushed towards him from both sides of the corridor, along with one patient after another.

Under the control of the needles, they blocked the only entrance and exit of the morgue, creating a solid human wall.

The existence of this human wall completely extinguished Hisoka's desire to break through.

In the dimly lit corridor.

Illumi leaned against the cold wall, his arms crossed.

You get what you pay for.

Therefore, he did not intend to exert too much effort in the final operation to capture Hisoka.

Helping to block Hisoka's escape route is enough.

The rest is up to the Phantom Troupe to handle.

Illumi coldly observed the crowd blocking the exit, his dark pupils revealing no emotion.

In his view, Hisoka, wounded and facing Chrollo and his group alone, had a very slim chance of survival.

But this obvious outcome did not stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

After all, compared to the so-called friendship A that is maintained by mutual interests, family is the most important thing.

Illumi lowered his eyelids, listening to the sounds of battle coming from the morgue.

Time passes slowly.

Once the commotion inside the morgue had completely subsided, Illumi manipulated the Needleman to remove the blockade from the entrance and exit.

As the human wall dispersed, a headless corpse immediately came into view.

Hisoka's body lay on the ground, his head rolled not far away, a hint of madness frozen on his pale face.

Illumi slowly stepped into the morgue, his gaze sweeping over Hisoka's head before turning to the members of the Phantom Troupe.

Two gruesome wounds were clearly visible on Uvogin's muscular body, one of which was aimed directly at his throat.

Nobunaga clutched his abdomen, a playing card deeply embedded in his flesh, blood dripping from the corner of the card.

Despite the overwhelming force of the attack, Hisoka's desperate counterattack still cost the two at the front the kill.

"This guy... is really troublesome."

Nobunaga gripped the long sword in a reverse grip and plunged the tip of the blade down hard at Hisoka's head.

A snort.

The sharp blade pierced through the back of Hisoka's head, pinning it to the ground.

Illumi remained unmoved by Nobunaga's desecration of the corpse, his gaze fixed on Chrollo: "Does Hisoka still have his SIM card?"

"Broken."

Kuroro said in a flat tone.

Before the raid began, Hisoka crushed the phone with all his might, turning the SIM card into dust as well.

"pity."

Illumi sighed with some regret, then reminded him, "You'd better hurry up. If Moro doesn't receive a message from Hisoka soon, he'll definitely become suspicious."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Also... I don't think I told you that the plan to circumvent checks by altering memories was actually proposed by Moro, so even if you have the first-mover advantage, don't let your guard down."

This overly proactive suggestion inevitably reveals some of Illumi's true intentions.

Like the Brigade, he wanted Morrow dead.

It was precisely because Chrollo realized this that he felt comfortable using "money" to maintain his cooperative relationship with Illumi.

"Will do."

He looked at Illumi's face, which was no different from Hisoka's, and said with certainty.

Seeing this, Illumi simply turned and left.

"Notify me before the operation."

He left a message and, before leaving, removed all the pins from the needle-wielding man's body.

Soon, the corridor was littered with corpses.

Inside the morgue.

Kuroro stared at the corpses lying haphazardly in the corridor outside the door, raising his hand to support his chin.

Having gained the advantage of prior intelligence, they originally planned to prepare a combination of abilities for Moro.

But now it seems that we have no choice but to take direct action.

With the information Illumi provided about Moro's abilities, that's enough...

(End of this chapter)