"Go!"
Chrollo smiled, "The second possibility is the most likely. He probably left long ago..."
At this time, the warehouse door was pulled open, and swordsman and the other returned from outside.
"The hospital is still guarded by a large number of mafia members. It's uncertain whether the target and Franklin are still there, but the hospital building was damaged, so there must have been a battle." swordsman said as soon as he walked in.
"What about the Shadow Beasts?"
Chrollo asked.
"From the outside, there don't seem to be any Nen users... I don't know what the situation is inside, and I didn't dare to get too close." swordsman replied.
"Let's go."
Chrollo got up, and walked out of the door first.
The other Troupe members didn't say anything, and leaned to the left and right, following closely behind.
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A quarter of an hour later, the Troupe members stepped into the hospital residence.
Their strange attire and aura made some passersby and doctors couldn't help but look sideways.
They regarded the people around them as air, and headed straight for the restricted area that had been carved out separately inside the hospital.
"Who's there?"
After a long while, a few armed mafia members stopped Chrollo, who was walking in the front.
Chrollo's footsteps didn't stop.
Because, a sharp blade of light suddenly appeared, and had already chopped a few mafia members into several pieces.
Without Chrollo instructing, a few people around him instantly turned into black shadows, and disappeared from the spot.
And he himself led swordsman and Pakunoda to the building a few hundred meters away.
"There's no hidden aura..."
Swordsman looked around.
"They're all just ordinary mafia members." Pakunoda also echoed.
"It seems that I guessed correctly. It's the second possibility."
Chrollo said indifferently.
Swordsman and the woman were silent.
Franklin was dead...
Bang bang bang!
Soon, gunshots and screams came from all around.
The slaughter began.
Under the Troupe's full-scale advance, the mafia members outside the hospital had no resistance at all... They were destroyed in a crushing manner.
There were hundreds of mafia members outside the hospital, but the inside of the building was empty. There wasn't a single person.
Chrollo stepped over the corpses, and walked into the gate.
Along the stairs, he climbed up, floor by floor.
Finally, the three stopped on the thirteenth floor.
The entire floor was lit up... It was very bright.
The number 13 had meaning for the Troupe.
As soon as they stepped out of the stairwell, the scene that entered their eyes made Pakunoda and swordsman's faces change drastically, and their pupils shrunk to pinholes.
Even... Their whole bodies broke out in goosebumps.
With the two's composure, they couldn't have this kind of reaction under normal circumstances... No matter how bloody or cruel the scene they saw, it would be normal.
But... The scene in front of them evoked a long-sealed memory in their hearts.
The mental impact that the three felt was beyond words!
In the center of the empty flat floor, there was a clean white hospital bed.
However, the snow-white sheets had been stained with blood dripping down, making them a glaring crimson.
What was bizarre was that next to the bed, there was also a tree that wasn't too tall or short. There was a package hanging on the branches.
The blood was seeping out of the package, and splashing onto the bed...
All three of them knew that the thing in the cloth bag was Franklin.
It was just that this scene was too familiar...
Back then, it was Chrollo who had personally opened 'another package'.
At this time, a burst of footsteps came from behind.
Nobunaga, Uvogin, and the others also arrived one after another.
After seeing the tree and the package, they were also stunned...
Machi even covered her mouth.
Sars.
Their childhood playmate... The little girl in the church.
Suddenly, a tape recorder that wasn't noticeable on the bed automatically turned on, and emitted cheerful and pleasant laughter.
It was a little girl's voice. Although it wasn't Sars, in this situation, it made some of the Troupe members subconsciously substitute themselves into it, "Franklin... Let's go find the videotapes together. Chrollo said that you found the first videotape..."
"Okay... Let's go together."
A voice disguised as Franklin's came from the tape recorder again.
"Let's go~"
"..."
All the Troupe members who had experienced that incident back then instantly felt cold all over.
They were speechless...
Uvogin's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he wanted to devour someone.
"Take it down." The most calm person on the scene was Chrollo.
After he said this, swordsman leaped up, and took down the package containing Franklin's corpse.
Why... Why did that Oboro know even this kind of thing...
Immediately, the tape recorder on the bed clicked, and seemed to change the audio track.
"Do you also feel 'pain'?"
"This is the second one, and there will be more and more in the future... As long as I remember or am bored, I'll come find you... You can try to struggle or resist. I'm looking forward to it."
"The more poisonous the spider, the more I like it..."
"Work hard to grow... Don't make me feel bored."
An unfamiliar voice came from the tape recorder.
The malice wrapped in those few simple sentences made a group of people change their expressions.
They all knew that the person speaking was Oboro.
"Ah!"
Uvogin, who couldn't restrain himself, instantly let out an angry roar. The powerful sound waves made all the windows on the entire floor shatter.
He immediately jumped to the top of the hospital bed, and punched down.
He punched through the entire brick floor, and the rubble collapsed and fell to the 12th floor below.
"Go to the Phyllis Family, and kill everyone!"
Feitan's eyes were cold.
Chrollo, however, closed his eyes, and pondered silently.
He was thinking...
A word appeared in his mind, natural enemy!
Oboro could solve all of them... But he didn't do so. This was the real 'evil'.
From this day on, all the members of the Phantom Troupe knew that there was a 'natural enemy' watching them at all times, and behind each of them, there was a grim reaper raising a scythe.
They were in danger of being killed at any time...
This would be endless torment... Because, simple death couldn't cause them any harm at all.
It wouldn't make them feel 'pain'.
Oboro understood this very well!
From the moment they walked out of Meteor City, they had prepared for 'sacrifice'.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, Chrollo understood that as a team, they still had some 'partner' connections with each other...
A few individuals didn't have a high level of awareness, such as Pakunoda and Nobunaga.
Killing a companion was more painful than killing themselves.
This was... The Troupe's only weakness.
They could not care about everything, but they were not machines either.
"Leaving a tape recorder means that he's seriously injured. Otherwise, with his personality, he would face us directly... He must have other things to do right now, and doesn't have time to care about us. He simply doesn't have us in his heart." Chrollo opened his eyes, and said indifferently.
"Did you hear what I said? I said, go to the Phyllis Family, and kill everyone!" Feitan saw that he was still rationally judging the situation at this time, and his tone was dissatisfied.
He seemed to want to attack Chrollo.
Pakunoda and Machi immediately stood in front of Chrollo.
"If you want to go, I won't stop you... I also understand your anger, but it's the worst thing to do to cause the team to be destroyed because of you alone! He knows us like the back of his hand, but our understanding of him is very limited... The fact that you can stand here alive is also his charity."
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