Hearing this, Kurolo had a small fluctuation when he held the book, but he still recovered in time.

"Money?" As if he was a little unsure, Kurolo actually asked, "Are you short of money?" "You know, this is Meteor Street, some of the residents here are foreign criminals, more are homeless homeless, outcasts live here, money is really limited here, except for buying some necessary clothes, food is not necessary to spend money at all.

Except for the group of elders in the depths of the inner district, their extravagance is not comparable to ordinary people......

"If it's just food, the daily harvest should be enough for your expenses." Knowing that the other party has thoughts, then when screening garbage, whether it is quality or quantity, it will be dozens of times that of ordinary people, how can there be a lack of money? Are these three guys here to entertain me?

But looking at the serious looks of the three people in front of him, Kurolo had to overturn his conjecture, as if he was really short of money.

"And what is the purpose of your trip?" What is going on today, Kurolo quietly rubbed his eyebrows.

"How do you make money, just to ask about ways to make money faster." Kira didn't believe that this house and the small house he had given him before were obtained by Kurolo for nothing, this was Meteor Street.

"Speaking of which, the only way to rob someone else's wealth is the quickest way, don't you think?" A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Kurolo opened the black book in his hand again and flipped through it easily.

"Is that your path?" Kira heard his answer with a rare uprightness, "Take someone else's, become your own." ”

"We who grew up on Meteor Street just wanted to get it, whether it's companions, treasures, or ......," Kurolo paused at the right time, "It seems that our philosophies don't match, you don't fit into Meteor Street, and you don't belong to Meteor Street." ”

"The money was provided by the elders, as for why if you continue to stay on Meteor Street, sooner or later they will find you." Kurolo straightened up and placed the book in his hand on the low table in front of Kira.

A note was pressed underneath.

Taking a deep look at Kurolo, who had already begun to fall asleep, Kira got up and left with the two of them.

"Plundering" is not what the hunter's self-proclaimed Kira believes, "Plundering for no reason is a star thief, and it is also a character that everyone shouts about in the Star Alliance." So......" Leng Buding's voice changed: "If we need to do bad things, we need to be the ones who are in the shadows!" ”

The two partners looked at Kira, who was still talking in a righteous manner just now, and instantly changed, and at the same time reached out to wipe the sweat that was not there on his forehead.

Anyway, although the current income is not much, the harvest of the three of them in one day together is still enough for the three of them to eat for a week, in the end, money really has no role in this place, but it is impossible to let Kira and them stay in this foul smell, erosion, and lifeless meteor street!

He took out the note that Kurolo had pressed earlier, and it read, "Maybe you can go to Area A and have a look." ”

Area A, what's different, you still have to take a look, curiosity is a hunter's standard!

At this time, several garbage trucks full of "goods" were slowly moving in the direction corresponding to Area A of Meteor Street, and the unusual thing was that the carriages of these vehicles that were supposed to carry garbage had been welded to look like black containers.

In one of the compartments, a thin silhouette loomed in the darkness. The shackles on 'him' and the special restraints on his face can be faintly seen.

That night, Kira and the three of them maintained a state of entanglement in the house in a meditative manner, resting and practicing at the same time. They have discovered that the amount of qi is one of the indicators of the ability of a person with mental ability, and although they have obtained the main attribute of their own after passing the Mizumi test, the amount of qi is insufficient, and they are still unable to generate the so-called 'ability'.

Although, the anger of the three of them has surpassed that of others a lot - in the case of their peers.

McCree, the main release department, the deputy embodiment of the current department, he used to be a gunman, although I don't know what the reason, this inexplicable crossing did not bring him over the gun-loving peacekeeper who has been close to him for decades, and he was still very sad, thanks to the unique reading culture of this world.

"Sooner or later, I'll let you come back to me." Jesse remembers his own peacekeeper in his mind.

Shimada Genji, the main embodiment of the current system, the secondary strengthening system, did not specifically say about his past, only revealed that his main weapon is a knife, an indestructible dragon blade! It seems to involve a bunch of things about his family origin, and he didn't make it clear, but it sounded very powerful anyway.

"I'm not talking about the so-called strengthening system of telekinesis!!" Kira was already very unhappy in her heart, "But the other abilities that I said were good haven't come out!" Obviously, I'm already very proficient in the ability to read—I think so. ”

Kira is not like the two companions around him, he has a clear division of telekinesis, and has the embodiment of his own heart's desire - he usually fights empty-handed, but he is also quite proficient in all kinds of weapons, and the coolest time is to drive the mecha, which is a high-value strategic weapon, not to mention the flexibility...... Off topic.

He is just a hunter, as long as he completes the commission or achieves the goal, he can use any method, provided that he is safe. So he just wants to be a hunter, maybe he can recreate the heroic appearance of the peak pioneer hunter group in this world?

Sleep or ......

It's almost dawn.

"The goods are almost here, please go and rest for a while." In a villa in the core area of Meteor Street, a housekeeper-like man in black said respectfully to the back of a man in front of him who didn't know how much wax his hair had been worn.

"There's the thing I want in this shipment, isn't it?" The back did not respond positively, still facing out the window, looking at the dark night. "What a precious collectible, how can I rest at such an important time? Right, Angela. The black-clad butler behind him continued to bow down, for Angela was not her name, but a three-dimensional painting in front of the back, directly above the window—a very strange portrait of a young girl, giving a very incongruous feeling.

What's more – the painting doesn't have eyes yet.