who ripped off the leader

Usol's tomb, an SSS-level relic, was listed by the Hunter Association as one of the top ten forbidden areas in the world after it was discovered by the Hunter Association ten years ago because of the danger hidden in it.

In the forest in the middle of the night, a huge group of palaces stood there quietly. The gate at the entrance was completely open, like the mouth of a hungry glutton, which made people shudder involuntarily. j□j people wearing all kinds of strange clothes stood in front of this hungry gluttonous mouth, and there was no emotion similar to fear in their expressions, only impatience and eagerness.

"One of the top ten restricted areas...?" The leader of this group is a man with a big back wearing a black coat with a golden reverse cross embroidered on the back. The man looked at the black hole in front of him with interest in his eyes, "Just It has been placed here for so many years, and no one has been able to break through it, which is really... very interesting."

"Captain," the scruffy man with a long samurai sword behind him reached into his arms and scratched, and finally couldn't help but remind him, "You've been standing here watching for 10 minutes."

To be precise, the man has been looking at the entrance for a while since he arrived here an hour ago, but no one dared to disturb him—until the man just said that he had regained his senses.

"Are you already impatient?" The corner of the man's mouth hooked up, revealing a smile that could be said to be innocent, and then he strode forward and walked in first, "Then go in now."

The leading man is Kurolo Rouxilu, male, 25 years old this year.

The world's highest authority, the Hunter Association, rated him as an S-level wanted criminal, the leader of the S-level criminal gang Phantom Brigade.Born on Meteor Street, the greatest joy in life is "doing evil".

And the group of people following him are his members, his "spider legs".

He lived too recklessly, even if the place where they are now is one of the top ten restricted areas in the world, he still walks casually and chicly like taking a walk after dinner.

In the pitch-black ruins, after half-bending his waist and studying for a minute, he used his mental power to slowly draw a strange pattern along the pattern on the door that blocked them.

The lines drawn by him shone brightly, and after a tremor, the door slowly opened with a rumbling sound, revealing a narrow corridor with various openings hidden in the upper, lower, left, and right sides.

Kuroro just glanced inside and knew what would happen if he stepped in hastily. He took half a step back and said softly, "Feitan."

The short, gloomy man in a loose robe took a step forward: "Commander."

"You go to find the way," Kuroro's eyes slid back and forth along the small corridor inside the door along the traces of the mechanism, and his gaze swept to a place to express his conjecture, "The sculpture on the left The lion head decoration should be able to be pressed down, and the rose flower that is one step ahead probably needs to be rotated to close it, and the mechanism inside the third square pattern on the ground from here can be stepped on..." He He said more than [-] bits and pieces, and then made a concluding speech, "Try to close those mechanisms, if it doesn't work, come back immediately, and we will think of other ways."

Feitan digested and absorbed it for more than ten seconds, then nodded: "Yes, leader."

He took a step forward, and turned into an afterimage scurrying back and forth in the corridor before the mechanism was fully opened.

Kuroro and other team members waited patiently for Feitan's pathfinding results.

After more than a minute, Fei Tan's figure shuttling back and forth suddenly paused, and then he rushed back quickly, pressed his shoulder and reported: "Leader, there are about sixteen organs inside, you guessed thirteen of them... ...there are three remaining mechanisms that I have not found a solution to."

Kuroro looked at his hand covering his shoulder and asked, "Are you injured?"

"Small injury, just scratched by a tricky angle bracket, it is not poisonous."

Ma Qi has already taken out the thread thoughtfully, signaling Fei Tan to raise his hand, and she will sew up his wound.

Feitan obediently raised the hand that was pressing the wound, and let Ma Qi tidy up his wound without saying anything—they don't need to thank each other.

Kuroro looked at the corridor, was in a daze for a while, and then said, "I see, I'll go there first, you follow me, and remember to step on the same place as me."

No one echoed, and the sound of Maggie biting off the thread after suturing was very clear.

Madge put away the reading thread: "Okay."

Then Kuroro ran out quickly, and his team members followed behind him.

Two hours later, Kuroro stood in front of the last gate—there was no sign of Psychic Folding Space, and according to the map, this was the end of their trip.

To be honest, both Kuroro and the spiders were a bit disappointed.Although the mechanism design of this relic is ingenious, and human visual illusions are used in some places, in fact, the difficulty of deciphering this relic is only S-level at most-the relic hunters of the Hunter Association are not so useless, so why do they want to use it? The difficulty of this ruin has been raised to such a high level?

So after confirming that there were no traces of mind power or machine control on the door, he reached out and pushed the door directly.

When his palm touched the door, a strong suction came, and Kuroro knew that the biggest difficulty of this ruin was here.

One of the top ten restricted areas in the world is really interesting-this is Kuroro's last thought.

Then he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long he has been unconscious. When Kuroro sat up with his head pressed, he immediately took out the thief's extreme vigilance, and then he felt something wrong with his body-his body was not as sharp as before. Oh, and the amount of thought is not enough... Oh, yes, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying down, and the neatly folded suit next to him seemed to be his clothes.

The surrounding scenery is not the dark interior of the ruins, but hills piled up with rubbish.The sun shone unobstructed, violently as if it could roast a person alive.All kinds of garbage began to deteriorate in the sun, the organic matter slowly rotting and emitting a strange and unbearable smell.

Kuroro was stunned for a rare moment, then he raised his head, looked around, and confirmed one thing.

This is a landscape that is so familiar that it can be carved into the bones...

This is... Meteor Street, where he has been away for five or six years.