Pirates of Extreme Chaos

The dark room was simply furnished, with just two tables, two stools, and one lamp. There were quite a few people there, as many as seven or eight people.

Brad knew that the room was deliberately arranged by the Hunter Association Review Committee, intending to use the cramped space to put invisible pressure on him. He then went further with words such as intimidation, temptation, and persuasion, and finally broke through his psychological defenses and pried open his mouth. He learned that The purpose of the truth about Nicole Swain's death, well, anyway, he had no emotions in his heart at the moment, and even wanted to laugh a little.

As the president of the Hunter Association and Review Committee, Nitro naturally attended the investigation, but he was a spectator and there was someone else who actually presided over the investigation.

A square-faced young man, criminal hunter, Milton Nana.

Milostone's clothes are quite interesting. Both his clothes and the helmet decorated with horns are like a black and white cow. There is even a dark black mark on his right eye.

"Hunter Association, Twelve Earthly Branches, Ugly." Brad said silently.

The Twelve Earthly Branches are the backbone of the Hunter Association, and are served by hunters recognized by past Hunter Association presidents to assist in handling various affairs.

The current president of the Hunter Association, Nitro's charm is so powerful that people from the twelve earthly branches admire him so much that in order to match the code name, they did not hesitate to change their names, appearance and attire, and made a lot of bloodshed and tearful efforts.

There are also those who are unwilling. Xia Keyake, the former head of the Xihai Branch of the Hunter Association, is one of the twelve earthly branches.

"Name," Milton said, "I hope you will answer it seriously, even if it is some boring question."

"Brad Hyman."

"age"

"Seven years old, almost eight years old."

"Hometown."

"I don't know, my memory keeps wandering."

""

In just three rounds, communication came to a standstill.

"Lie, I have never seen any street child like you, with tender skin and tender flesh, and no signs of malnutrition." Milton stretched out his hand and held up a card: "I'm warning you, it's best to tell the truth, and everything is forbidden." Lying, I am a criminal hunter with special search powers."

Glancing at the bright red exclamation mark on the card in Milston's hand, Brad faced Nitro: "President Nitro, what is the original intention of establishing the Hunter Association?"

"Ah~" Nitro was distracted and scratching his head.

"It's not hunting, it's service," Brad said categorically: "The original intention of the Hunters Association was to provide people with more convenient and systematic services, but also to establish channels for freelancers to provide people with more services. Convenient and more systematic services, later freelancers were collectively called hunters, and the freelancer union formed by service relationships was called the Hunters Association."

Milton was displeased: "Don't change the subject."

"So to this day, the Hunter Association still retains many inherent rules, regardless of origin, origin, past, etc." Brad said: "Isn't that right, President Nitro?"

Milton asked Nitro in confusion.

Nitro nodded: "Yes."

"Understood?" Brad smiled at Milton.

Miloston's forehead had blue veins popping out, and he gritted his teeth: "Why are you so proud, you bastard kid?"

"I'm proud that I have the right to refuse you. It's entirely up to me whether I tell the truth, and it's up to you whether you believe what I say. You are not qualified to use your telekinesis to force me to submit. Otherwise, I have sufficient reasons to fight back in self-defense.", Brad said. He raised his middle finger and said mockingly: "Besides, I'm just a suspect suspected of violating the Ten Rules of Hunters. I'm not a criminal. You're a criminal expert. I believe you understand the difference between the two. You made a low-level mistake, idiot."

"bang"

"President, I can't help it anymore."

Milton's crime broke out.

Nitro clasped his hands in his sleeves and sighed: "We are the Hunters Association, Milton, not the World Government, the Kingdom, or the Pirate Group, but the Hunters Association."

Milleston suddenly understood the mood of Xia Ke Jacques, the head of the West Sea Branch of the Hunter Association who resigned angrily and left. The Hunter Association's overly free atmosphere and overly relaxed environment were indeed not conducive to handling matters like Brad's murder of Nicole Swain. , lack of evidence and inability to use means, which makes the criminals emboldened and the victims to die in silence, is far less effective than the powerful class system of the world government, kingdom, and pirate group.

"Calm down." Nitro said.

As if possessing magical powers, Milton obeyed Nitro: "Where are you doing on the night of the fifth day of this month between 21 and 24 o'clock?"

"Go to sleep at home." Brad said: "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night? I want to grow. Staying up late is not conducive to growth. Well, he should stay up late."

The person Brad was pointing at was extremely short, about one meter tall, with green skin, chubby, and a smooth head with eyes and mouth simply decorated, without a nose or eyes, like a cartoon figure made of plasticine.

Beanface Man, Nitro's secretary, was innocently shot by Brad.

""

An investigation came to nothing in the end, and Milton could not find any flaws in Brad.

"We will still look for you," Milton snorted dully.

Brad said playfully: "I'm here to accompany you at any time, but I suggest you come to me after you have solid evidence, otherwise it will be too troublesome for both of you. Oh, witnesses are also fine. Mrs. Olvia must also want to find out the reason why her husband committed suicide. "

Watching Brad's back.

"Oh shit"

"Son of a bitch"

""

The hunters on the review board exploded.

"There is no leakage. He is simply a veteran criminal who has been dealing with the police all the time." Milleston held his head.

Nitro was as dull as a demented old man. He asked for a long time, "Is there hope?"

"I," Milton was tongue-tied. He wanted to pat his chest and tell Nitro that there was hope, but the reality was cruel: "It's difficult. Swain's way of death was suicide, which undoubtedly pushed others to commit suicide. His death was the most perfect homicide. "

Nitro weighed it repeatedly and said: "Give up first."

"Can"

Nitro waved his hand: "The little fox can't hide its tail, wait for him."

the other side.

"Welcome back, kid." Father Andreessen was as gentle as ever.

Brad looked a little tired and leaned back on the sofa: "Thank you, Father Andrewson."

"What's wrong?" said Father Andreessen.

Brad said: "I have just been investigated by the Hunter Association Review Committee. I think I am not suitable to continue to stay on O'Hara Island."

"Me too." Andrewson said: "Nitro is indeed Nitro. No matter how well I hide myself, I can't escape his detection."

"Adjustments must be made." Brad thought.

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