Hunter: I became stronger even after I died

The combat effectiveness of a Psychic user depends on many factors.

If the total amount of manifested energy and potential energy is hardware, then a complete Psychic tactical system is software.

Both are indispensable.

Normally, hardware such as potential energy requires time to settle, and there is almost no quick way to achieve it.

But after Moro's death and rebirth, he doesn't have to worry about improving this aspect.

Otherwise, he would definitely lie down and enjoy the last year of his life.

Now that he has the opportunity, he must do his best.

Practice again and again...

There are successes and failures.

When the flying star with enhanced power hits the body, it will not cause redness, swelling or bleeding if there is some defense, but pain is inevitable.

But if this is the only way to the end, Moro will not hesitate at all, but will take the next step firmly.

Moro stopped practicing until he was exhausted and lay on his back.

While resting, Moro thought about the next plan.

He earned a starting capital by picking up small bargains, and then used this capital to intercept the famous sword Sen Luo, earning 800 million Jie Ni by taking a small risk.

During this period, he used this money to sweep up some big goods in his memory.

Some big goods are easy to sell, so it doesn’t matter if you make less money, and they are basically sold at the fastest speed.

For big goods that are difficult to sell, you can only pay a sky-high fee and temporarily store them in the bank vault.

After all this trouble, not counting the few treasures in the bank vault, he now has 3.6 billion funds in his hands.

And this process took Moro less than a month.

In fact, if he could slow down his pace, Moro could completely focus on the Youkexin auction two months later.

First, he collected all kinds of treasures and then sold them all at the auction in September!

The income at that time will be in the tens of billions.

But Moro still gave up this idea.

Money is of course very useful.

But for Moro now, it’s enough.

The most fundamental goal is to improve his strength.

Making money by picking up antique collectibles is more for charging the annual rings.

Moro raised his right hand and looked at the annual rings on the back of his hand.

Recently, he absorbed the energy of twelve objects, but the charging progress was only about 8%.

The energy provided by the twelve objects was not as much as that provided by Sen Luo.

This result made Moro realize a problem, that is, the difficulty of charging the second ring of annual rings has increased significantly.

As for the fact that Sen Luo can give about 4% of energy in one breath, it is only because the intensity of Sen Luo's energy is higher than normal.

"Don't force it..."

Moro muttered to himself, put down his hand and closed his eyes.

Half an hour later.

Moro recovered almost, got up and packed up simply, put on a hat, sunglasses, mask...

After dressing up, Moro left the private shooting range and returned to the city center of Youkexin in the night.

When he sold Sen Luo before, the deceased intermediary boss gave him a business card related to the intelligence channel.

Moro has now solved the identity problem, and the money he earned in the future has been properly taxed.

With clean funds and a legally binding identity, it will be much easier to use them in transactions such as intelligence that require large amounts of money to flow, and it can also save a lot of trouble.

Moro contacted the intelligence officer named "Argo" according to the number on the business card.

After the call was connected, before Moro could speak, a mechanical synthesized voice came: "No. 164, Laocheng Street."

As soon as the voice fell, the call was interrupted.

Moro didn't care, put away his phone, and went to the address provided by the mechanical synthesized voice.

The Laocheng Street in Youkexin City is located on the edge.

If you compare Laocheng Street with the city center, it is an extremely strong contrast between the upper and lower classes.

People living in Laocheng Street are basically lower-class people who are busy on the edge of life.

And in this kind of place, drunkards, gamblers, and even drug addicts are common.

Therefore, the environment is mainly dirty and cramped.

When you look up, you can see the sky at the bottom of the well cut by complicated wires.

When you look down, the place you stand is full of sewage and garbage.

Moro came into the old town street, looking up and down, vaguely thinking of the Kowloon Walled City he had seen in the movie before the time travel.

There are many similarities between the two.

Click.

Stepping on the ground full of sewage, Moro stopped his divergent thoughts, walked through the narrow alleys, and took a lot of effort to find No. 164.

Moro stood in front of the rusty iron door, and there was no need to knock on the door. With a click, the iron door opened automatically inward.

Seeing the iron door open automatically, Moro glanced at a button-sized foreign object next to the small electric light above, and was not surprised, and then walked in.

Inside the door was a straight passage, about five meters long.

After walking to the end, there was a door with a curtain on the right.

Moro lifted the curtain and saw the layout of the room under the red low-watt light.

There was no common furniture, only a row of computers and a set of tables and chairs.

A man in a hooded sweater was sitting on the chair with a backrest. Because he was facing away from the door, Moro could not tell the man's gender for a moment.

"Are you Argo?"

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Looking at the brim of the hat sticking out from the back of the chair, Moro asked.

Creak.

The chair suddenly turned around.

Moro then saw the man's gender and appearance.

Female, with an ordinary face and dark circles under her eyes.

The hair that fell from under the brim of her hat was so greasy that even the low-light red light could not hide it.

"Ah, it's me."

Argo sat cross-legged on the chair, leaning forward slightly, looking at Moro, and at the same time reaching into the hat with his right hand and grabbing it hard.

"Have you brought enough money?"

After answering her identity, her first question was not about the content of the intelligence, but whether the money was enough.

Moro nodded.

Seeing this, Argo got straight to the point and said, "What intelligence do you want to buy?"

"I want this person's long-term whereabouts information."

Moro took out a folded hand-painted portrait of Feitan from his pocket, opened it a few times, and faced Argo.

"Huh..."

Argo saw the portrait clearly and shook his head without hesitation, saying, "Sorry, I won't take this business."

"It doesn't matter, we can talk slowly."

Moro looked calm.

If Argo failed to recognize Feitan's portrait, he would turn around and leave without wasting time.

On the contrary, if he could recognize it at once, he would be willing to pay more.

Argo frowned, pulled his right hand away from the brim of his hat, used his fingernails to pick the dandruff between his fingers, and said coldly: "I said, I won't take this business."

"Add money."

Moro said calmly.

Argo shook his head again.

Moro raised his hand and stretched out two fingers: "Pay 2 billion first, and you can add money later."

"No problem!"

Argo's face changed instantly, and he said seriously: "It's not that I love money, but your straightforwardness touched me."

"I can see it."

Moro smiled.

Argo changed the subject: "I can take this business, but I have to remind you... In the past, those who wanted to buy the whereabouts of the Phantom Troupe died miserably without exception."

"Thank you for the reminder, but this has nothing to do with the content of the transaction."

"Tsk, then transfer the money."

"Yeah."

A moment later, Moro paid 2 billion.

After confirming the receipt of the money, Argo nodded with satisfaction, and immediately played the value of this intelligence fee.

"Last Monday, at 20:06:24, someone issued a bounty for a member of the Phantom Troupe within a 'limited range'. If you are interested in this information, I can follow up immediately."

"Hmm?"

Moro opened his eyes slightly.