The Phantom Brigade, is a notorious criminal group.

There were only thirteen members in the group, but each member was a powerful telekinesis.

From the very beginning of its creation, this group has embarked on all kinds of horrific criminal operations.

"Take what you want."

Practicing these concepts, the Phantom Brigade acted recklessly, not to mention burning, killing and looting.

As a result, it only took a short time for the Phantom Brigade to go from obscurity to the notorious A-class criminal group it is today.

In the beginning, countless bounty hunters had their sights on this prestigious criminal group.

However, the bounty hunters who headed for the Phantom Brigade ended up losing their lives without exception.

You know—

The Phantom Brigade will only assemble its entire crew on the orders of the Commander when preparing to "execute" some kind of large-scale criminal operation.

Because of this mechanism, it is not surprising that even if the Phantom Brigade only gathers once in two or three years.

Although the commander of the Phantom Brigade occasionally issued an order to "come when you are free", there were always people who were absent.

More often than not, members of the Phantom Brigade are scattered around and act according to their personal preferences.

But even if the Phantom Brigade is so scattered......

The bounty hunters who headed for the Phantom Brigade didn't achieve anything in the end.

This also shows the strength and trickiness of the Phantom Brigade.

Kurolo Rusiru is the leader of the Phantom Brigade and the soul of the team.

One of his hobbies is to read a wide range of books, even in the ethics genre, as long as it piques his interest.

If you have to sift through the various genres, one favorite theme should be "soul" and "human nature".

Numao is a popular book published this year, and the theme is related to "soul and human nature", which just fits Kurolo's reading preferences.

For the quality of this book, even the well-read Kulolo also gave high recognition.

So I thought about buying a hand-signed edition to collect, but the author of "Swamp Man" doesn't seem to like holding a book signing.

Therefore, from the publication to the present, there are only a handful of book signings.

That's why Kurolo came to the city of Schwadani.

Coming to Swadani City, where countless hunters are gathered, for the sake of a self-signed version of the book, is a fulfillment of the concept of the Phantom Brigade when it was first established.

And compared to queuing up at the signing meeting, it is more in line with the identity of a "thief" to plunder directly.

As for killing?

In Kurolo's eyes, a human who has nothing to do with him is nothing more than a mass of moving flesh.

And there is no difference between a moving lump of meat and a lump of meat that does not move.

Ignoring the corpse of the young man lying on the ground, Kurolo looked at the signature on the cover of "Swamp Man", and a little satisfaction rose from the bottom of his heart.

If you get what you want, then this trip is not in vain.

"Commander."

A female voice came from the door of the apartment.

The woman who spoke was Paiknoda, a member of the Phantom Brigade's number nine.

When nothing happens, the members of the Phantom Brigade go their separate ways, except for Pack Noda who stays with Commander Kurolo.

It's like an inseparable secretary.

"It's time to go."

Pike Norda reminded as she looked at Kurolo next to the corpse.

A place like Schwadani is not a good place for criminals like them.

Even if they have a simple disguise, they may not be able to hide some of their eyes and ears.

So in Pick Noda's opinion, since she has already got what she wants, there is no need to stay, and it is safest to leave directly.

This is also the original intention of her voice reminder.

Kurolo nodded slightly at Pick Noda.

He didn't plan to stay in Schwadani for long.

"Let's go."

Holding the autographed version of "Swamp Man" in his hand, Kurolo walked past Pick Noda and strode out the door.

Pike Norda closes the door and follows behind Kurolo.

As the two departed, the room fell into a dead silence.

On the floor of the living room, the corpse was lying face down, and the blood flowing from the body formed a shallow pool of blood on the side of the body.

After a while.

A bubble suddenly bulged out in the pool of blood, pushing away the dark red blood around it.

It was a black bubble that was upside down like a bowl on a pool of blood, and the surface was pitch black and smooth, without any traces of blood.

After a few moments of black bubble appearance, it expanded and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it only took a moment to turn into a pitch-black three-dimensional humanoid silhouette.

And the size and height are almost the same as the corpse.

The pitch-black humanoid formed by the expansion of the bubble stood in a pool of blood, looking down at the corpse silently.

After a few seconds.

The pitch-black figure slowly crouched down and reached out his right hand to touch the corpse.

"Crackling—"

The moment it touched the corpse, there was an extremely brief crackling sound, and a dazzling arc of lightning disappeared in an instant.

When the arc faded, the corpse and the pool of blood disappeared into thin air, leaving only a humanoid scorch mark of ash on the ground.

It's as if—

As described in the book "Swamp Man".

Lightning fell countless times.

The sound was deafening, and in the thunder light, which was more dazzling than the sun, an entire human being evaporated from the world, leaving only a human-shaped scorch mark in its place, proving that it had "existed".

Next to the wonder, the swamp that exuded the smell of death suddenly bulged a huge bubble.

Syllable.

The bubbles burst without warning, but the scattered pitch-black fluid moved like shadows into the humanoid scorch marks, like iron juice poured into the mold......

Another flash of thunder.

The "humans" who had evaporated a few seconds ago returned to the world.

It's just that the humanoid scorch will last forever.

in the room.

Next to the humanoid scorch.

The pitch-black humanoid silhouette that had emerged from the pool of blood a few seconds ago had now taken on the form of a young man.

He inherited everything that a young man had ever had, and as he always did, he picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV to play the series that he had to watch every day.

The light reflected from the TV flickered and fell on the human-shaped focal mark.

There's an indescribable sense of weirdness......

Schwadani City Airport.

Not long ago, a privately contracted spacecraft slowly took off from the airport.

The man who contracted the spaceship was named Davidson Donald, and he was the author who wrote "Swamp Man".

Now the ship flew over the city of Schwadani.

In the window seat, a man in a dark gray suit sits.

The man had shoulder-length silver hair, his face was as pale as hair, and his eyes were as black as an abyss, and it was difficult to see the emotions in them.

This man is none other than Davidson, the author of "Swamp Man".

"Verification ended."

Davidson lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes reflecting the outline of the city of Schwardani.

"Spread it, let this terrible world ...... Go up in smoke. ”

His voice was as cold as a robot.