Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 326 A Meteor Shower Falls in Meteor City
From the suburbs all the way to the city center.

The fact that they traveled through various modes of transportation during this period may have given the hidden agents room to gather intelligence on their movements.

However, the fact that the other party was able to track this place so efficiently shows that they have indeed put a lot of effort into intelligence gathering.

The forces capable of achieving this level of influence are either the people of Meteor City, as Kurapika suspected, or the Ten Elders with whom he had a previous feud.

In any case, when Moro sensed that murderous intent, he understood Kurapika's predicament of constantly facing attacks.

It can be said to be ubiquitous.

"If they're from Meteor City..."

Moro glanced at the crowd around him and said, "We can't make a move here."

They had previously encountered a suicide bombing attack from Meteor City outside the airport.

Those guys don't care how many innocent people will be implicated; they're so crazy they've almost lost their humanity.

Now, a chilling killing intent is emanating from the crowded throng, so we must prepare for the worst.

Kurapika nodded to Moro, and the Soul Chain between his fingers silently disappeared.

Then, Moro and Kurapika quickly changed direction, consciously moving away from the crowd.

This action is tantamount to telling the other party that they have been exposed.

But Moro and Kurapika didn't care at all.

High-rise buildings in the distance.

A tattooed young man wearing a canvas hat was holding a sniper rifle. After hearing the order to fire from his earpiece, his expression remained unchanged, and his breathing remained steady and calm.

He looked at the target through the scope and patiently waited for the right angle.

A few seconds later——

He pulled the trigger.

A long, narrow bullet shot out of the gun barrel, streaking across the sky and heading towards Kurapika, who was walking briskly down the street.

After pulling the trigger, the tattooed youth stared intently at the scope, waiting for the sniper's shot to come out.

However, the anticipated scene of the bullet piercing Kurapika's head did not occur.

Through the scope, a spark suddenly flew out from behind Kurapika.

The bullet that was supposed to pierce Kurapika's head was inexplicably compressed into a pancake shape and frozen in mid-air.

Kurapika turned around, his eyes cold.

The tattooed youth saw this scene through the scope, his expression changed, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Keep firing."

A voice urging me on came through the headset.

However, the tattooed youth was unable to put down his sniper rifle.

He could no longer control his breathing and hands, and was completely unable to fire a second shot.

"Damn bastard, he made me snipe this monster...!"

The tattooed youth slumped down on the rooftop wall, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

If he had known things would turn out this way, he wouldn't have taken the job.

Ignoring the voice coming from his earpiece, the tattooed youth tried to get up and leave this troublesome place as soon as possible, but his legs seemed to have lost all strength, making it quite difficult for him to even stand up.

All because what just happened was too shocking.

"Are you one of the Ten Elders' men?"

Suddenly, a voice came from above the tattooed youth's head.

"!!!"

The tattooed youth was startled, his right hand reached for his waist, and at the same time he looked up in the direction of the sound.

What came into view was a man whose features were not clearly visible due to the backlighting. He stood on the rooftop wall with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the viewer.

Where did it come from...?

How did it end up here?

A question flashed through the tattooed youth's mind, but when he finally saw the person's face clearly, his eyes widened in surprise.

The man who appeared out of nowhere was the same person who had been walking alongside the sniper target just moments before.

What a joke!
This place is over sixty stories high!
And how did they get here from such a great distance?!

"you……"

The tattooed youth was filled with uncontrollable fear and shock. Even though his right hand was already on the gun handle, he couldn't draw the gun and fire it for some reason.

Moro exuded a powerful aura as he looked down at the tattooed youth's reaction.

If they were from Meteor City, they would only be fearless in the face of death, instead of being controlled by fear like they are now.

That's why he asked if the other person was one of the Ten Elders.

Seeing that the tattooed youth did not answer for a long time, Moro calmly said, "Answer my question, are you one of the Ten Elders?"

"No, no..."

The tattooed youth answered in a trembling voice.

Moro raised his hand to his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

"So that's how it is. He's just an unlucky guy who got paid to do something."

Before he finished speaking, Moro turned around and looked down at the street in the distance.

This sniper wasn't from Meteor City; he was probably a paid assassin.

But it doesn't matter.

All threats need to be eliminated.

With his hands in his pockets and his eyes focused with torch-like Nen, Morrow slowly locked onto the attacker lurking in the shadows.

The tattooed youth, who was already terrified, trembled slightly with his right hand gripping the gun handle when he saw Moro casually expose his back.

Draw your gun and fire from this angle...

One shot to the head and one shot to the heart, and the enemy is done.

The fear in the tattooed youth's eyes was now mixed with a hint of murderous intent.

But just then, Moro suddenly turned around and glanced at the tattooed youth.

This single glance, imbued with terrifying killing intent, amplified by the aura it exuded, was like a sharp spiritual blade, piercing fiercely into the tattooed youth's consciousness.

The tattooed youth's body suddenly trembled violently, and he was so frightened that he died on the spot.

Moro withdrew his gaze, put his index and middle fingers together, and pointed in the distance below.

the other side.

Kurapika sped away from the crowded streets.

Those who had been lying in wait had no choice but to reveal themselves and strike.

However, Kurapika quickly dispatched them, leaving only one alive.

This is a street brawl.

However, Kurapika is a one-star bounty hunter, so as long as innocent civilians are not harmed, he doesn't need to worry too much.

Those who planned the attack, seeing Kurapika easily eliminate his comrade from the shadows, immediately and decisively retreated.

"Chains that can detect attacks and automatically defend, tch... no chance to make a move."

The man, his face streaked with dark tears, turned and left with a resentful expression.

But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly became alert and abruptly looked up.

A thin beam of light pierced through the skyscrapers, descending like a shooting star.

“Is it him?!”

The man with tear stains suddenly recalled Moro, who had vanished into thin air in the crowd.

But his target was Kurapika, so his reaction to Moro's sudden disappearance was more of a heightened alert.

Seeing this precise wave of energy coming from afar, the man with the tear stains naturally thought of Moro.

"凝"

When the luster of Nianbo was reflected in the tear-stained man's pupils, he immediately deployed his defenses, gathering more manifest energy at the point of impact.

laugh!
The long, narrow, shuttle-like thought wave was thus perfectly contained by the "condensation".

"No matter how strong your 'thought' is, what use is it at such a distance?"

The man with the tear stains defended against the psychic attack and confirmed the direction of the attack, so naturally he could not go in that direction again.

Without the slightest hesitation, he changed his retreat direction.

However, as soon as I made a movement, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my back.

Before he could react, a round hole appeared in the ground in front of him, with wisps of spiritual energy emanating from its edges. The tear-stained man froze, his gaze shifting from the hole to his chest.

There was a hole the size of a coin, from which blood was gushing out.

It was the second beam of psychic energy that attacked from another direction, piercing straight through his chest before landing on the ground in front of him.

Upon realizing this, an expression of disbelief appeared on the tear-stained man's face.

"After launching the first psychic wave, it immediately changed location... In such a short time... and with such accuracy... It's simply... monstrous."

The man with tears streaming down his face staggered and fell to the ground with a thud.

In just a few moments, a pool of blood spread beneath him.

And his prediction was accurate.

After Moro fired a long-range projectile, he immediately used another returning projectile to reposition himself and adjust the angle to launch a second attack from the blind spot of the Tear-Stained Man.

What truly terrified the man with the tear stains was the precision with which Moro operated from an extremely long distance.

After shooting the man with the tear stains, Moro left the high ground to meet up with Kurapika.

"Are you from Meteor City?"

Moro glanced at the unconscious man who was firmly bound by Kurapika's chains.

He knew that this was someone Kurapika had deliberately left alive.

"Ah."

Kurapika nodded and said, "I tested it with the 'Chain of Souls'."

"First, break his limbs."

Moro gave the order calmly.

Upon hearing this, Kurapika did not hesitate to use the chains to sever the unconscious man's limbs.

The persistent, vengeful actions of Meteor City, while causing Kurapika some trouble, also honed his decisive and ruthless style when facing enemies.

"Keep him; I have a use for him."

Moro shifted his gaze to the direction of the law firm building and asked in a questioning tone, "Should I go to the law firm by myself?"

"it is good."

Kurapika had no objection to letting Moro handle the Scarlet Eyes trade alone.

Morrow then went to the law firm and completed the two pairs of red-eyed transactions as quickly as possible.

After settling the matter, the two left the city without stopping, taking a chimera all the way to Meteor City.

During this time, the survivor who was deliberately left alive woke up a few times, but was always knocked unconscious again by Kurapika's physical strangulation.

Five days later.

Chimera arrived above Meteor City.

The outskirts of Meteor Street are endless mountains of garbage, with piles of waste forming suffocating barriers.

Further away, towering mountains completely isolate this garbage dump from human society.

Initially, a vast forest stretched out at the foot of the mountain, but as garbage continued to pour in, the living space was gradually eroded.

The only remaining small patch of forest, nestled at the foot of the mountain, is like a last refuge.

The central area, surrounded by garbage, is where the residents of Meteor Street live.

The outermost area, right next to the garbage dump, was crammed with messy tents and low shacks.

Further inside, there is a cluster of low-rise but somewhat modern buildings.

Despite the mottled walls and dirty streets, the crisscrossing power lines at least indicate that the most basic living conditions are barely maintained here.

Compared to the surrounding tent area, this is already considered quite luxurious.

Further in, you'll find the heart of Meteor City.

The streets here are relatively clean, and the buildings are taller.

The dense buildings are divided into four major areas by a cross-shaped main road, and at the center of the road intersection, an old church stands quietly.

Outsiders know very little about Meteor City, and cannot say for sure whether faith exists in this place abandoned by the world.

Looking down at Meteor City from high above, Moro immediately noticed the church building in the heart of the city.

This place receives trash from all over the world.

Perhaps among that trash, there might be old, worn-out books like the Bible.

Thus, faith can also spring forth from a stinking garbage dump.

but--

The class-based characteristics are even more pronounced here.

From the surrounding shacks and tents, to the low and messy buildings, then the town-like scene divided by the main road, and finally the church with a large bell hanging in the heart of the town.

"This is it."

Moro looked down at the center of Meteor City and lightly stepped on the back of the chimera.

The chimera instantly understood, flapping its wings and hovering in the air.

Like Moro, Kurapika was also visiting Meteor City for the first time.

So it was quite a surprise to see the cluster of buildings in the central area that could already be called a city.

"After all, there are nearly ten million people there, plus a large number of weapons provided by gangs... It wouldn't be surprising if there were a national-level army there."

Moro casually raised his right hand, concentrating a sharp, manifested aura.

Kurapika looked at Moro's bright Nen ball and could already foresee what would happen next.

at the same time.

The heart of Meteor City.

Many people have already spotted the chimera hovering high in the sky.

"What it is?"

"It looks like...a large bird?"

Many residents looked up at the chimera flapping its wings high in the sky.

Chimeras are still too large to be easily spotted, even when they fly high enough.

In addition, it is dusk now, so some people are more likely to look up at the sky, and without the glaring sunlight, they can see more clearly.

The existence of the Chimera quickly attracted the attention of the elders and their troops.

Soon, more and more residents of Meteor Street were looking at the dark figure high in the sky.

"Ok?"

A group of people, led by the elders, came to the top of the church and, while observing the movements of the chimera, suddenly saw a psychic trajectory rising from the back of the chimera.

Even though they were so far apart, as ability users, they could still sense a dangerous aura from the trajectory of that telekinetic energy.

next moment.

The trajectory of that psychic energy spread out like dazzling fireworks, and then plummeted down like a meteor shower.

Just then, the last rays of the setting sun disappeared.

As night fell, hundreds and thousands of shooting stars, adorned by the darkness, shone with a bright yet dangerous light.

The elders and other Nen users, as well as the residents of Meteor City who were looking up at the sky, were first stunned, and then their expressions changed drastically.

"Who is it...!?"

An elder spoke in a hoarse voice, and those around him could clearly hear the anger in his tone.

Over there on the street.

The sounds of panic were already deafening.

The meteor shower that fell from the sky scattered like merciless streams of fire.

Boom, boom, boom...

The core area of ​​Meteor City was immediately subjected to intense bombing, and the deafening explosions drowned out the screams of the residents.

The elders and others on the church rooftop, witnessing this scene, were visibly horrified and could barely contain their anger.

But then——

The second wave of meteors descended from the sky, more numerous and more powerful than the first.

They looked up in astonishment, a sense of powerlessness rising uncontrollably in their hearts.

attackers—

Absolutely unusual!

(End of this chapter)