Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 7 Human Nature

The cage bars rusted and became brittle in hardness.

With the help of his mental energy, Moro bent the vertical iron bars to create a hole for him to leave the cage.

Ignoring the frightened looks from the people around him, Moro bent down and walked out of the cage. Listening to the noise coming from outside the door, he turned sideways and reached out to hold the iron bar.

I want to break the iron rod, but I don't have the strength to do it.

With time running out, Morrow noticed that the upper and lower ends of the iron rod were not welded, so he pulled the bent iron rod out of the cage with force.

Just at this moment, the door of the compartment was opened, sunlight poured in, and a tall figure could be seen, and -

A pistol!
Moro's eyes suddenly changed.

With his current level of mental ability, even a small-caliber pistol could cause direct damage to him.

Furthermore, the control of "mind energy" by the mind user comes more from daily practice, allowing the body to remember habits in an instinctive way.

Therefore, even if Moro can successfully start practicing mind energy, it will still take some time for him to adapt so that his body can become familiar with the operation of mind energy.

In this situation, the threat posed by the gun to him was obvious.

Almost at the same time when he saw the pistol, Moro didn't have time to think too much and directly threw the bent iron rod in his hand over.

Thanks to the cultivation of the release ability, there is no problem with the direction and accuracy.

The high-speed rotating iron rod made a sound of breaking through the air and accurately hit the person who opened the door.

There was a scream, and the man was hit and his whole body flew backwards.

But at this moment, accompanied by a slight sound, a flying knife surrounded by spiritual energy shot out from the air, pointing directly at Moro's leg.

It was an attack from another person...

And he is a person with the ability of Nen!
In a hurry, Moro could only swing his body.

laugh.

The flying knife grazed Moro's knee, splashing a stream of blood.

Moro's face sank slightly. He endured the pain from his wound and decisively retreated to the depths of the carriage, keeping some distance from the iron door.

He knew that there were two people responsible for the transportation, so he was mentally prepared from the beginning.

However, he was still caught off guard by the sudden stop of the truck and the fact that one of the people was a Psychic user.

What's more important is——

Judging from the timing of the flying knife attack, the other party probably had some understanding of the situation inside the car before the car stopped, so he asked his armed companion to open the door.

And judging from the fact that he did not show high alert when opening the door, the other party certainly did not reveal too much key information to his armed companion.

In other words, the other party deliberately asked the armed companion to open the door in order to highlight the threat while allowing the armed companion to act as bait.

other side……

Pretty grim.

Moreau leaned against the side wall with a serious expression.

He raised his head and glanced at the dimly lit corner of the compartment ceiling, and vaguely saw a faint red light.

It's a surveillance camera.

Looking away, Moro frowned.

He did not consider these situations in advance, which was a sign of his inconsiderateness and failure to take everything into consideration.

Especially the possibility that one of the people transporting the goods is a person with Psychic abilities...

But Moreau never indulges himself in remorse and regret. Learning lessons from mistakes and failures is the principle he has always adhered to.

This is also the fundamental reason why he was able to build up an antique shop in less than half a year and achieve stable income.

You know, the industry involving the trading of antiques and handmade artworks is rife with fraud, schemes, and counterfeiting.

Of course, Moreau had been deceived and tricked more than once.

But it is precisely these experiences that have given Moreau the important experience to deal with many situations today.

Moreau looked toward the door.

The other party has never shown up since he made the move.

And there was one thing that concerned Moreau.

He was sure that the timing of the opponent's attack just now would have given him a chance to seriously injure him or kill him. But the opponent did not do so, and instead chose to attack his legs.

He was clearly a ruthless fellow who could decisively sell out his companions in a short period of time, but he chose to hold back in this situation.

"Do you value the 'cargo' more than the risk of losing your companions' lives when they serve as bait..."

Moreau realized this.

The so-called cargo, of course, refers to these piglets.

Moro saw that the other party must be responsible for ensuring the integrity of the goods as much as possible, and he couldn't help but think of the situation where the truck was attacked, resulting in the death of most piglets...

Is there any hidden reason behind this?

Can this indirectly prove the importance and value of their goods?
Unfortunately, although he survived by chance, he soon lost consciousness.

After waking up, he was already on the spaceship bound for Kajin Country.

At that time, I had no memory of this world. What was more troublesome was that I couldn’t speak the language, so I couldn’t understand the cause and effect at the first time.

Afterwards I didn't care about these things anymore.

Otherwise, if you knew something, you would have more information now.

What can be confirmed at present is that the priority of the person who launched the attack is to ensure the integrity of the goods, even higher than the lives of his companions.

Maybe we can use this to our advantage...

Moro first quickly checked the wound. It was not deep, but it would always be a hidden danger if no measures were taken to stop the bleeding.

There wasn't much time left for him.

"Ok?"

Thinking of this, Moro's pupils shrank. He stared at the door of the compartment, which was still motionless. He turned back and quickly glanced at the flying knife stuck in the wall of the compartment.

time……

The other side was undoubtedly the one holding the initiative, but they showed no signs of taking advantage of this opportunity to expand their victory, and they didn't even show up.

Are you being overly cautious, or are you waiting for something?
Moro stared at the flying knife, unable to see any signs for the time being, and had no intention of hastily pulling out the flying knife as a weapon.

However, he vaguely felt that he could not continue in this stalemate and that he had to make a decision.

Take a gamble.

Moreau rushed to the door.

Outside of his field of vision, Zazan heard the noise and subconsciously raised his left hand. As his mental energy surged, a flying knife materialized out of thin air and he was about to throw the knife following the sound.

The entire set of actions and on-the-spot reactions are all based on his combat skills.

But the rationality that followed made him resist the urge to throw the flying knife.

Because of the influence of the blind spot of vision, his predictive attack may kill the piglet by mistake.

It was precisely this difference in thought that allowed Moro to successfully jump out of the carriage and land more than ten meters away. He then saw Zazan standing on the side of the truck.

Bet right.

Seeing that the other party did not make a move, Moro steadied himself, glanced inconspicuously at the location of the flying knife deep in the carriage, and then tensed his nerves, ready to respond in a contingency.

Zazan clenched the flying knife and looked at Moro with surprise in his eyes.

This kid is... so weird.

"Are you always this brave?"

Zazan fiddled with the throwing knife with an expressionless face.

Moro said nothing, taking the time to let his body adapt to the flow of mental energy.

Seeing that Moro remained silent, Zazan frowned and said coldly: "If I had attacked you just now, you would have lost half your life if not died."

"You could have done that at the beginning, couldn't you?"

Moreau looked calm.

"..."

Zazan's expression changed.

(End of this chapter)