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Chapter 261 - Chapter 260

The nen bullets descended like a violent storm, first striking Torchino who was leading the group.

"...Run."

With his body acting as a shield, Torchino turned his head, blood gushing from his mouth, and uttered the last words of his life with his remaining strength. 

Then, a nen bullet pierced directly through his skull, leaving his eyes wide open as he collapsed to the ground. Under Torchino's protection, Ivalev became the only survivor present.

"Torchino!"

His heart was filled with fear and sorrow, but in order to complete his mission, Ivalev had to suppress his emotions, forcing himself to remain calm as he dashed towards the exit.

At this moment, Franklin had already ceased fire and stood beside Feitan, watching Ivalev run towards the door with a mocking gaze, like a cat watching a mouse.

Thud!

A brilliant crimson bloom erupted from Ivalev's chest.

"You underestimated my nen bullets, didn't you?"

Hearing Franklin's dull voice from behind, Ivalev looked down in disbelief at his chest, already riddled with bullet holes.

"How... is this possible?"

With a pale face, he uttered his final words before collapsing to the ground.

"Humans always measure others' strength with their shallow understanding," Franklin shook his head at this.

Long ago, he had received insights into Emission-type training from Morin. His nen bullet strength was already a notch above the original. Breaking through Torchino's nen ability was excessively easy. Naturally, the penetrating nen bullets also unhesitatingly splattered onto Ivalev.

However, overwhelmed by immense fear, he failed to notice the changes in his own body.

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly echoed in the area.

"Who are you people... It doesn't matter... Whoever you are... you're all doomed."

A man, covered in blood, struggled to stand, seemingly in a last burst of energy, raised a handgun and fired a shot at Franklin, speaking in broken, gasping words.

As he spoke, Franklin slowly walked up to him.

"The world's mafia families... won't let you people off... Not just you, but your friends, relatives, families... The mafia will make them know the blessings of death... make you taste the hell of..."

How fortunate...

"Da-da-da?"

Several nen bullets, blood spraying everywhere.

"What did he mean by 'family'?" Feitan asked casually.

"Who knows?" Franklin holstered his gun, looking towards the door.

Morin entered just in time.

"Did you finish off everyone outside?" Feitan asked casually.

"Of course," Morin glanced at the room full of mafia corpses. "You guys were quite efficient."

He harbored no goodwill towards the mafia either. Baise under the effect of his tools, had already been sent away in advance.

"Can these bodies be disposed of?"

Feitan nudged a bloodstained arm on the ground with his foot, sending it flying. The area had already turned into a sea of blood.

"Disposing of them is a bit troublesome, but if it's just making them invisible, that's no problem."

Morin produced a bottle of swirling gas from his hand. He shook it twice, then sprayed it across the area.

Sizzle... Sizzle...

Once the gas covered the surface of the bloody scene, all the gruesome and brutal sights vanished instantly!

"Gone?" Feitan squinted.

"No, just invisible to the naked eye," Franklin shook his head. His eyes were still covered with a layer of white aura, clearly using [Gyo].

"Even [Gyo] can't see them, but with [En], you can still sense their presence."

Franklin had expanded his [En] to detect the corpses and blood all over the floor.

"Is it just a tool to hide objects?" he asked Morin.

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"Indeed, this is called [Tidying Spray]." Morin shook the bottle in his hand.

Item: [Tidying Spray]. 

Effect: In emergency situations, like unexpected guests visiting, spraying this in a messy room can make objects invisible, presenting a clean and tidy appearance in the fastest way possible. A must-have lazy tool for tidying up.

Clearly designed for the 22nd-century couch potatoes who are too lazy to clean up.

"But this feeling of things seeming to disappear yet not really gone is more mysterious than them just vanishing," Feitan observed, sniffing the air. 

"At least the blood scent I enjoy lingers for a long time."

The sea of blood and corpses were merely invisible but their texture and smell still remained in the room. 

"This also better conveys the terror we bring," Franklin agreed.

At this moment, Machi entered, twirling a safe key in her hand.

"The auction items have indeed been moved," she announced as she walked in from the entrance. 

Originally, she intended to go straight to Feitan and Franklin, but she paused as she passed Morin.

"Why do you have someone else's scent on you?" Machi's eyebrows furrowed.

She stared at Morin, "It seems like a woman's perfume."

Morin: "..."

You can't smell the blood all over the room, but you can pick up the perfume on me?

Does your nose have to be so selective!?

"Perfume?" Morin feigned surprise, looking at himself.

"I usually don't wear perfume."

Then, as if remembering something, Morin said, "Oh, you mean this?"

He suddenly produced two oddly shaped bottles, resembling honeycombs. One had a red label reading [Agility], the other a blue one reading [Sluggishness].

"[Mood Cologne]."

Morin waved them at Machi, "These are tools that can alter a person's temperament. Want to try?"

Luckily, he had various types of items. He had quite a few perfume-related tools.

Item: [Mood Cologne].

Effect: Two bottles of cologne, one for agility and one for sluggishness. Spraying the agility type will make a person very excited, while the sluggish type will slow down their actions.

"Is it this perfume?" Machi frowned at the two small bottles in Morin's hand, still a bit skeptical.

"What else could it be?" Morin calmly replied.

Even if it wasn't this one, he still had [Memory Perfume], [Charm Perfume], and other such tools. A broad range of backup plans indeed.

Machi looked at Morin without speaking. Her intuition told her things weren't that simple. However, she didn't press further. The auction items were the priority now.

"It seems someone foresaw our plans and actions, and they've already moved the items," she concluded.

At this point, Shalnark also entered, dragging the auctioneer who was supposed to oversee the items, now barely alive.

"He said a man named Owl went into the vault, and when he came out, the auction items were gone."

"He was shocked himself. If it weren't for Owl claiming to be acting on the Ten Dons' orders, he would've fled to avoid responsibility."

Shalnark tossed the trembling, barely conscious auctioneer to the ground, returning the [Truth Sticker] to Morin.

With such a tool, interrogation was unnecessary. The auctioneer was spared Feitan's methods, a small mercy.

"That must be one of the Shadow Beasts," Feitan mused. "Did you spot them outside?"

"No," Shalnark shook his head.

"Uvogin and Nobunaga are searching outside for any sign of the Shadow Beast called Owl, but they've found nothing."

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