"It's alright... There are many strong people... If you're interested, you can also join..."
Oboro said lightly.
"With your personality, you wouldn't easily open your mouth to me, so... This mission, even for you, has the possibility of death... Taking such a big risk, and mobilizing so many people, means that... If you succeed, the reward you get will be very generous! What is the reward...?"
"Even I don't know..."
Oboro looked him straight in the eye very frankly.
"You can't fool me... In this world, the only thing that can make you take action and pursue it is power... Blind, crazy... Just like when you were in Graham's park, training day and night..."
Hisoka said slowly.
"You still dared to come after knowing that...?"
Oboro looked indifferent.
"I was... Afraid you would die... After all, you can only die at my hands..."
"Don't be naive... You don't have a chance of winning now."
Oboro's eyes were cold and lonely.
"Hehe..."
Too familiar...
Hisoka's expression was playful... This was the Oboro he knew.
He had stayed in the Fiers Family's residence for a few days before, and learned about Oboro's deeds in recent years, especially during the Sky Arena period...
From Fiers Lily's description, Oboro seemed like a warm person.
But in Graham, at the Moritonio Circus... Oboro had always been unapproachable, highly tense, and extremely grim. Why was that...
Because Oboro felt a sense of oppression, a pressure that seemed to threaten his life was hovering over his head, and could descend at any time!
Even Hisoka, who was an outsider, could clearly feel that pressure...
It was no different from the Oboro in front of him.
Cold and ruthless... This was his true face.
No matter how much he pretended, he couldn't change it...
It could also be seen from the side how great the danger factor of this mission was.
While the two were talking, Dama walked in holding a computer, and looked at Oboro a little nervously, "Captain... The procedures on the Association's side have all been completed. We can directly enter the country after we land. Also, I found a little bit of information... It's a video that a TV station inside the Republic of East Gorteau has deleted. There's only one clip, and they didn't clean up the backup."
Oboro had instructed them to call him Captain, and not Boss.
Then, the other four people in the team also entered the dining room.
The picture on the screen began to play.
It was a group of East Gorteau soldiers, in a mountain forest, using guns to carry out a large-scale shooting of some members of the Botswana tribe... The scene was very tragic.
The person filming the footage was clearly a war correspondent from the TV station. The video was very short, only a dozen seconds long.
Before they could take a closer look, the video stopped abruptly, and the screen went black.
"What is that?"
The Nen user named Kaki, who was next to him, seemed to have observed something, and exclaimed.
Oboro had already raised his hand and pressed the play button again, and pulled the video to the last second, and paused it.
In front of the camera, there was a blurry shadow that was pouncing over, frozen in mid-air.
Judging from the clothes and attire, it should be a member of the Botswana tribe.
The problem was, this blurry figure... Was clearly dead.
Even its head was gone... And some organs had also been thrown out from its abdomen.
Could a dead person still burst out with this kind of speed and power?
Oboro looked at Dangre.
The latter immediately said: "East Gorteau is a dictatorial country. The operation of this system is to satisfy the monarch's selfish desires. The common people only have the right to be oppressed and exploited... When I went to East Gorteau before, I heard that the monarch at that time forced a large number of people to become free laborers in order to repair the capital. If they disobeyed the order, they would be shot on the spot."
"The king is also a hereditary inheritance... The newly appointed monarch seems to be even more brutal, but tribes like the Botswana tribe generally have a small number of people, and their location is also very remote... It's difficult for them to be found and noticed. This scale of slaughter... Is most likely due to an irreconcilable conflict with the army."
"East Gorteau has rich mineral resources... Maybe..."
"Are you saying that the Botswana tribe's residence may be entrenched in a resource point that the kingdom is going to exploit...?" Oboro asked.
"Yes."
Dangre nodded.
Of course, these deduced pieces of information weren't the key.
Nor were they the core of the mission.
The core was to find out the hidden threat of the Botswana tribe... As for the conflict between East Gorteau and the tribe, it wasn't within the scope of the mission.
"Under what circumstances can a person still fight after they die?"
Oboro looked at Hisoka.
"My guess is the same as yours."
Hisoka didn't answer directly, as if he could see what he was thinking, and smiled slightly.
This kind of thing that didn't conform to common sense... Could only be explained by 'Nen'.
Where there were people, there would be Nen users.
Judging from the situation presented by the Botswana tribe in the video, there was likely a Manipulator-type Nen user in their tribe. Of course... It could also be Nen abilities from other types.
But Oboro always felt that it wasn't that simple...
It had taken them half a month to travel from the Republic of Padokia to East Gorteau, almost crossing the entire Yorbian Continent, before arriving at a border of this closed-off small country.
Looking around, several old buildings and some facilities stood at the foot of a slightly barren mountain range.
The ground within a radius of dozens of miles was surrounded by a long barbed wire fence and fence, and there were soldiers patrolling back and forth... The surrounding scenery was okay, not exactly pleasing to the eye, but it was still passable.
There were mountains and water...
The only thing you couldn't see was any technological products...
Only inside the checkpoint were there a few computers and scanning instruments.
This checkpoint seemed particularly deserted...
There wasn't a single foreign vehicle or person outside the station.
The seven had first landed at a remote miniature base, and after preparing themselves, they had come on foot.
They were stopped and questioned by soldiers in front of the immigration channel.
After handing over the relevant documents and procedures, they were taken to a small black room one by one, and subjected to a search...
The soldiers had to make sure that they weren't hiding any contraband.
On the surface, the seven were using the name of 'business'.
To put it bluntly, they were preparing to purchase a large number of resources from East Gorteau.
After working for half a day, and after being warned that although they were foreigners, if they violated the laws of East Gorteau, they would still be sentenced to death and executed, a soldier drove them over the mountain road, stopped them at a designated location... Said that someone would come to pick them up, and then left.
The soldiers weren't afraid of them running around... There were many restricted areas nearby, and if they accidentally entered, they would be shot directly.
Some rules and matters had already been instructed in advance.
Anyway... It took a long time before and after.
It wasn't easy to enter the country.
"This inspection is stricter than the last time I came... Is it because of the Botswana tribe?"
Dangre watched the soldier's car drive away, and said.
"Something must have happened inside this small country."
Oboro echoed.
Even if it was a closed-off country that didn't communicate with the outside world, there still had to be basic trade, otherwise, where would the economy come from?
It was just like Meteor City... They were also doing business with the Mafia.
Therefore, these immigration checkpoints definitely hadn't been guarded so strictly before... Otherwise, people like Dangre wouldn't have had a precedent for entering the country.
The king of East Gorteau enjoyed luxury to the fullest, and recklessly sold off the country's resources at low prices... Just so he would have money to squander.
After speaking, Oboro turned to look at Hisoka, who had a smile on his face.
"What did you find out?"
He smelled a faint bloody scent.
Hisoka had disappeared for a while at the checkpoint just now. No one noticed except for him.
He knew that Hisoka had gone to kill someone...
It wasn't that he had ordered it. This guy had acted on his own.
Compared to them, these outsiders, the locals were definitely more knowledgeable about the situation in the country.
"Jagged Mountains."
Hisoka said softly a location, "That's probably where the Botswana tribe's habitat is... But it seems to be blocked off by the military. The war hasn't ended yet."
"War?"
Oboro raised an eyebrow.
Judging from the previous video, the Botswana tribe was a little strange, but the battle was still a one-sided slaughter by the army... The firepower of the two sides wasn't on the same level at all. Moreover, the video was recorded a long time ago... In theory, even if it hadn't ended, it should be nearing its end.
It was a bit of a pipe dream for a small tribe to compete with a national-level force.
No matter how poor the national power of East Gorteau was, it wasn't something that the Botswana tribe could deal with.
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