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"I caught a dead man!"
Kurapika stared at Chrollo, who had a calm face, as if he had accepted the fate of failure and death. He suddenly became extremely angry and roared excitedly: "What a joke! The Phantom Troupe is the culprit of the genocide in Kulu Tower! They How could he die so easily! Then what is the pain I have endured all these years! And the efforts to become stronger?"
"Are you a survivor of the Kuluta tribe? Ah! I remembered it! You have the same beautiful flaming eyes as them. I'm sorry to say this, but I'm really going to die." Chrollo said in a tone of voice With a hint of sadness.
Of course, this sadness is not to sympathize with the other person's experience, nor for himself, but to feel sorry for the demise of the Phantom Troupe he founded with his own hands.
"Shut up! Tell me! After you massacred the Kuruta clan, where did you hide the eyes of my people?" Kurapika grabbed the other party's collar and picked him up.
"Hahahaha! Sorry, I forgot." Chrollo opened his mouth and showed a very evil smile.
That expression seemed both provocative and taunting.
For an extremely angry Avenger, this was absolutely intolerable, so he quickly paid the price for what he said.
The enraged Kurapika didn't hesitate at all. He directly raised his fists and started beating the enemy who had caused his tragic life.
In just a few seconds, the leader's handsome face turned into a swollen pig's head. Even the teeth in his mouth were smashed alive, and bright red blood continued to spurt out of his mouth and nose.
But I don¡¯t know why, but his laughter never showed any sign of stopping. Instead, it became louder and louder, and more and more crazy.
In the end, it was Kurapika who couldn't hold on any longer and took the initiative to stop and asked in a slightly trembling voice: "Why! Why can you scum kill innocent people without feeling any guilt? Don¡¯t you have any compassion and compassion as humans?¡±
"Pity and compassion? What is that?" Chrollo asked with a smile as he spit out blood. "We never fear or refuse anything, but don't try to take anything away from us. This is the creed pursued by the Phantom Troupe and even the entire Meteor Street! For us, death is as common as breathing. Things. Tell me, do you have any unnecessary feelings about the air you breathe in daily life? "
"Asshole! Go to hell!"
Kurapika's string of reason finally broke, and he transformed into an Avenger, directly hitting Chrollo's head with his fist wrapped in Nian.
Snapped!
With the sound of his skull shattering, the head of the Phantom Troupe leader exploded instantly, and a large amount of blood and brain matter immediately splattered everywhere.
After about a second or two, the headless body fell to the ground with a plop on its back.
At this point, the last member of the Phantom Troupe, Spider Brain, finally ended his sinful life.
Feeling the strong smell of blood remaining in the air, Kurapika wiped the blood on his face, took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, then raised his head and asked: "You should have killed all the rest of the brigade members. ,Right?"
"Yeah! Excluding Hisoka, the undercover agent, the other twelve Phantom Troupe members are all dead, and not a single one has slipped through the net." Allen replied in the affirmative without thinking.
"That is to say, the Phantom Troupe no longer exists. And my remaining goal is to find the lost eyes of my tribe"
When he said these words, Kurapika showed a mixture of confusion, emptiness and sadness.
From the fiery red eyes that have not faded, it is easy to see that he still can't accept that the Phantom Troupe, which he has always regarded as the ultimate revenge target, has been wiped out so easily.
"No! You are wrong! It was only the thieves group headed by Chrollo that perished, not the Phantom Troupe." Allen corrected meaningfully.
"What's the meaning?"
Kurapika was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he didn't quite understand what this somewhat contradictory sentence was trying to express.
"It's very simple! Do you think the Phantom Troupe is just a gang of thieves who act recklessly? Recall what they have done! Whether it is massacring the Luta tribe in the cave, or going to war with gangs to kill the ten old men, is it just that? For wealth, notoriety, or to enjoy the benefits of killing and destruction.Feeling good? "Alan hinted calmly.
To be precise, after repeatedly hearing the words "The Phantom Troupe will not disappear, but will only be reborn in another form" from several members of the troupe, he suddenly realized that these guys did not seem to have any superficial appearance. It looks so simple.
Especially every gathering and action of all members is often very purposeful, as if they have accepted certain tasks or commissions from a higher level in advance.
This also means that the Phantom Troupe is probably doing some dirty and dirty work for the country, the government, and even v5. At the same time, it uses the wealth it stole to maintain the fragile social structure of Meteor Street and buy large quantities of transportation necessary for human survival. Various indispensable resources, such as food, medicine, protective clothing, etc.
So even if Chrollo and his members are all dead, the manipulators hiding behind will soon form a new Phantom Troupe.
Kurapika is not an idiot.
On the contrary, he is very smart and very good at rational analysis. After a brief silence, he realized the complicated situations that may be involved and quickly responded: "Thank you for the information you provided, I will continue to pursue this line of investigation." Go down. No matter who the real culprit is, I will make him pay for it."
"You're welcome! If you need help, you can call me at any time. You know, I am always interested in targets that are difficult to hunt."
After saying that, Allen surrendered his eyes to Hisoka, who stood motionless for a long time, and asked with a half-smile: "Do you need some treatment? Although the arm that has been blown to pieces will definitely not be reattached."
"No need! As long as the bleeding is stopped, this small injury will heal on its own soon." Hisoka glanced at the disappeared right arm, with strong unwillingness and dissatisfaction in his tone.
But unfortunately, this can¡¯t be blamed on others at all. It¡¯s all because of his own cleverness, and he ended up shooting himself in the foot.
"In that case, let's say goodbye. By the way, there is a rare card in the Greedy Island game called "Archangel's Breath", which can instantly restore all injuries to a person, including the regeneration of severed limbs. Maybe you can try to find it and let the lost arm grow back. Oh, by the way, Gon and Killua seem to be investigating news related to this game, maybe you will meet in there."
Before leaving, Ailu gave a big news.
As for whether to go or not in the end, it depends on Hisoka¡¯s own choice.
Anyway, he didn¡¯t think that the trio of bomb demons could defeat this magician who exuded astonishing murderous aura.
"Greed Island? Gon and Killua? It sounds interesting"
Hisoka touched his chin with a playful expression, and quickly left the gang building.
With his disappearance, the noisy night finally calmed down completely, and the underground auction on the lower floor gradually reached its climax under the auspices of Marcus.
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