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MTL - Hunter: I’m Really Not a Mind Remover-Chapter 120 It's up to you, Siso Benso.
Chapter 120 is up to you, Siso Benso.
In an old and spacious warehouse.
The windows on the four walls are nailed with wooden boards and steel plates, and the walls adjacent to the roof are cut out one after another.
There are many slaughtering tools on the floor of the warehouse.
There are instrument tool table, dissection table, meat grinder, hook.
In addition, there are six containers placed around.
But the most conspicuous place is not these dazzling **** tools, but the large dry bloodstains that can be seen everywhere on the ground,
These bloodstains apparently came from slaughtered animals.
certainly.
Humans are animals too.
"Pfft."
There was a sudden sound of heavy objects hitting the ground in the warehouse.
Through the faint dim yellow wall light, I could vaguely see that it was a man lying on the ground and motionless.
There is a deep depression in the man's back, and he can't seem to survive.
But suddenly, the man's body turned into a scattered swamp, and flew into the darkness.
After a while, a person in total darkness came out of the darkness and came to the place where the wall light was shining.
chichi—
Accompanied by a faint inaudible sound, the black-painted surface gradually faded away like a muddy object, slowly revealing the appearance of Moyu.
And the dark thing that faded from Moyu's body turned back into a shadow silently.
"Sure enough."
Moyu looked down at his hands.
After the shadow replica absorbed a large amount of swamp mud, the physical strength was greatly improved.
This has been verified from Hisoka.
But this "strength increase" belongs only to the shadow replica, and cannot be fed back to Moyu who is the main body.
In other words, as long as you continue to absorb the swamp...
The physical strength of the shadow clone will become stronger and stronger in a short period of time, while Moyu's physical strength can only stay put in a short period of time.
Moyu is not an enhancement type, but he is also very jealous of the power-up efficiency of the shadow replica.
So he thought of a method of directly attaching the shadow of the mimetic to himself to gain strength in a disguised form.
However, the test results were not satisfactory.
the reason is.
The mimetic ability currently displayed by Soul Reverberation, although it seems to have the possibility of "everything can be simulated", but only when the mimicry is in human form, can it maximize its strength.
in short.
Its power, speed, intensity…
can only be perfectly embodied in shadow replica form.
At least for now.
It is still unknown whether this can be changed through the promotion of "hair" and the effect of "restriction and oath".
The idea of putting the shadow replica directly on his body to become Iron Man was lost, and Moyu didn't think it was anything, at most it was a pity.
After all, he is a traitor, and because of the "Soul Echo" feature, he is more inclined to let the shadow clone take on the main attack task in battle.
This is the style based on the operating system and the embodiment system, and it is also the correct way to use the shadow replica.
Therefore, it is a matter of course that the strength of the shadow replica is greater than the strength of the body.
certainly.
If conditions permit, the body can be as strong as the shadow, which is naturally the best.
"There are quite a lot of marsh people in this area."
Moyu glanced at the various slaughter tools in the warehouse.
The prisoners who escaped from the Fox River probably never dreamed that they would become so valuable one day.
Even more would not have thought that they would be captured by the local gang forces like beasts, and then slaughtered in such a place.
Useful organs are sold in the underground world, useless bodies are thrown into the meat grinder to make feed, and the last human head is taken to cash the bounty.
The actions of the gangster against this group of demented prisoners can be described as making the best use of everything.
But thanks to the ruthless means of these gangsters, Moyu was able to find more than 20 prisoners in the container to be slaughtered in one go, saving the time of searching.
I just don't know if any prisoners from Marsh have been dealt with by the local gang before he came here.
If there is, it is still quite wasteful.
"After one trip, I absorbed a total of 101, and the harvest was not bad."
This is the final result of Moyo's wandering around the Roland neighborhood.
But he still has one place to go.
According to the purchased information, that place is a black boxing arena specially used for opening, gathering all the big and rich in Los Santos.
This is the last location of tonight's trip, and Moyu will definitely not miss it.
As he was about to leave, Moyou suddenly thought of the surprise magic box he just got from the perception, and couldn't help but stop.
As his thoughts moved slightly, a mass of thought power appeared on his right palm.
Immediately afterwards, the psychic group turned into a square red box and appeared in Moyu's hand.
The box is about the same size as a basketball, with a clown pattern on one side and a black and bold question mark pattern on the other five sides.
Moyu held the box with one hand, and it was very light, giving him the feeling that it was an empty box.
"What is the most needed item at the moment..."
Moyu looked at the surprise box.
Strictly speaking, this kind of thought item with special abilities is enough to be classified as a thought tool.
Unfortunately it is a one-time item.
But think about it, with the mechanism of the surprise box, if the number of uses is unlimited, the 50% probability is meaningless.
In addition, in front of the ability effect of opening various items out of thin air, the constraint condition of consuming 50% of the potential energy is negligibly low.
"The thing that comes out is an item, which means that the chance to remove the mind is not within the scope."
Moyu flipped through the surprise box. If you don't open it, it's no different from an ordinary box.
After playing for a while, Moyou removed his mind power, and the surprise box suddenly disappeared into a ball of white light.
At present, I have got an opportunity to eliminate mindfulness. As long as I can get it again, I can consider solving the problem of mindfulness.
To be on the safe side, Moyu felt that he would need at least three chances to clear his mind.
Once for the space of recitation, and twice for the terrifying Libra.
However, considering that there are also those mind-removing masters invited by the association, maybe two chances of mind-removing are enough.
Because Moyou can completely let those mind-removing masters deal with the mind space, so he only needs to spare two mind-killing opportunities to deal with Libra.
The question is how to persuade those eliminators to act.
"Don't think about it so much..."
Moyu shook his head slightly.
The rewards given by look and feel are too random.
The second chance to get rid of thoughts, I don’t know when I will get it.
The only thing that is certain is that as long as you interact with characters such as Sisouille fans who have "high appearance rate" or "high popularity" in the original work, the possibility of getting advanced rewards will be higher.
didn't stay too long, Moyou left the warehouse that was no different from a slaughterhouse and went straight to the black boxing arena.
Soon, Moyu arrived at his destination.
The so-called Black Boxing Stadium is actually a large-scale abandoned building.
From a distance, high-rise buildings with only shells stand in the darkness.
In the center of the abandoned high-rise buildings, there is a high-rise building brightly lit.
With this high-rise building as the center point, all kinds of luxury cars are parked in the surrounding open space, as well as many men in black suits standing guard.
Moyu hid in the darkness, silently observing the building in the center.
Despite the distance, the noise from the building could be heard.
Moyu can almost imagine the scene inside:
There were two strong men fighting in the ring, never dying.
The arena is surrounded by a group of elites from the upper classes in suits and dresses, as well as gangsters who have a strong presence in Los Santos.
They will disregard their image and burst out all kinds of foul language in the arena, and their foreheads and eyes will be congested due to excessive excitement, and they look like evil ghosts returning from hell.
This is the picture that popped into Moyu's mind.
"Dive in and take a look."
Moyu stopped for a moment, and summoned a shadow to mimic him in a swamp-like mud.
In just a moment, Moyu turned into a dark man with only his eyes exposed.
After making these preparations, Moyou quietly touched the brightly lit tall building.
Judging from the large number of garrison forces near high-rise buildings, it is clear that the organizers attach great importance to security issues, which is enough to illustrate the scale and weight of this event.
When came to the area near the high-rise building, Moyou didn't act rashly. He first observed for a while to find a place with the weakest defense, and then he started to move and sneaked into the building smoothly.
After entered the building, Moyu realized that there was something special inside.
The floor of the corridor is covered with a large number of crystal bricks, and a red carpet covering the ground of the crystal bricks is very eye-catching.
On the wall, on the ceiling.
Various western-style lamps radiate bright light, filling every corner you can see.
From the outside, the outer wall of the high-rise building is clearly composed of red brick walls, and even cement is not plastered.
And the floors above the fifth floor, like other unfinished buildings around, leaked air from all sides, with only one shell.
But the luxurious interior decoration of the building is no worse than the big casino in Los Santos.
Moyu avoided the eye-catching red carpet corridor and walked around for a while before finding a corridor leading to the ring.
came to a double door with handles inlaid, Moyu gently opened the door.
As the double door slowly opened up, the sound waves came into Moyu's ears through the crack of the door.
Moyu didn't pay attention to the deafening noise, and walked sideways through the gap of the slightly open double doors.
The double doors were closed, and Moyu stood in front of the door, looking forward.
The upper floors of this room were completely penetrated and directly transformed into a style similar to the Roman Colosseum.
At the center of is a wide circular arena.
And there are dozens of transparent glass cabinets in the open space around the arena, and each cabinet holds a burly man.
The place outside the open space is the circular surround audience from low to high.
With the straight beam of lights cast down from the top of the arena, it was barely clear that the audience was full of people.
Moyu glanced around the environment, and always felt that this place looked familiar.
After thinking for a while, he thought of the 1V1 arena in the Sky Arena.
That place is very similar to this place. It may be that the organizer referred to the arena style of Sky Arena before remodeling it.
"The lighting in the auditorium is very dim, but if you walk around casually, you should be noticed."
Moyou's figure was hidden in the darkness. He glanced around the dark crowded auditorium, and then looked at the more than 80 glass cabinets around the arena, as well as the two strong men fighting on the arena.
This place is too big.
With the range of Moyou's perception of the Marshman's breath, in order to accurately find the Marshman among the hundreds or thousands of spectators, he would have to walk around.
That kind of action is too conspicuous.
And the glass cabinets placed around the ring are at least 100 meters away from the first row of audience seats.
So even if you touch the first row of audience seats, you can't confirm it.
Suddenly.
Moyu was attracted by the voice of the narrator.
The passionate voice of the commentator was amplified by the loudspeaker to overwhelm the audience and echoed over the arena.
From the explanation, Moyou heard the words "Fox River No. 5" and "Fox River No. 11", and his heart was slightly shocked.
Fox River and number?
In other words, the two men fighting in the ring are most likely prisoners who escaped from Fox River Prison.
The organizers caught these prisoners, sent them to the arena of life and death that could please all the honorable guests, and compiled easy-to-remember numbers for them.
"Those people in the cupboard...are they also prisoners of Fox River?"
Moyu turned his eyes and looked at the transparent glass cabinets around the arena again.
The men imprisoned there have two things in common.
One is short-cut, and the other is tall and strong.
This can't help but remind Moyou of the group of swamp people found in the "slaughterhouse" just now.
The organizer of this place must have mobilized a lot of manpower to hunt down prisoners who escaped from Fox River Prison?
In the context of Los Santos, it is not without such a possibility.
Because gang members are chasing prisoners, it is estimated that they will be more active than the Los Santos police force.
so…
The organizer here caught a lot of Fox River prisoners, and then the tall Fox River prisoners were sent directly to the life and death arena?
And those ordinary Fox River prisoners can only be sent to the slaughterhouse and directly decomposed into money?
If the speculation is true, then this kind of money-making means is simply using the Fox River prisoners as cash cows.
But the real incentive can only be the official Sao operation in the Dana area.
"There are people in 81 cabinets, plus the two in the arena, that's 83..."
"If it's all Marsh people, after absorbing this wave, the strength of the shadow copy body may be able to increase by another level."
"Never mind, just let the shadow clone try it out."
Moyu stared at the transparent glass cabinets around the ring and quickly made a decision.
He turned and left here, found a hidden place, and immediately imitated a shadow copy.
did not directly control the movement of the shadow replica, but slowly closed his eyes and sketched the image of Hisoka in his mind.
is no longer the two-dimensional image seen in the original work, but the real image I saw with my own eyes after meeting Hisoka tonight.
After a while.
The entire body of the black shadow replica body has colors slowly emerging, and at the same time, the outline and volume of the body have also undergone conspicuous changes.
This visible change lasted for about twenty seconds.
The shadow replica has changed into Hisoka's appearance.
is no longer Picasso Sisso, but an evolved Sisso Benso, with only a few swollen spots on his face.
"Well…"
Moyu rubbed his forehead lightly.
Because the image of Hisoka's pig-headed face tonight could not be extracted from his mind, during the mimicry, although Hisoka's dress and hairstyle can be reproduced tonight, but at the same time, there is no choice but to add a swollen bump to Hisoka's face. set up…
"Forget it, it's just a blemish."
Moyu raised his hand and patted Siso Benso on the shoulder.
"It's up to you, Siso Benso."
The voice fell.
Siso Benso walked towards the ring.
Today, my physical and mental state is very poor, so I will not divide it into chapters, but directly combine the chapters.
I'm going to sleep for 18 hours tomorrow, maybe a chapter update may be guaranteed, or it may be updated normally.
In addition, about the surprise box, it is a post-mortem thought tool in the last Food Hunter book.
The specific effect is that it can fuse and strengthen the living body and the item. It may be because of its own setting. After so many years, I still remember it so clearly.
The surprise box in this book is also a mind tool, but the effect of the ability is different.
Mainly because of my difficulty in naming names. It is too difficult to choose a name. Usually, the names of those characters use random naming software.
But these mindfulness abilities, mindfulness tools or something will not work.
Sometimes some names used in the previous book are moved to this book, but the content is definitely different.
(end of this chapter)