Black Hand Over the Sky

It is late at night when we enter the city. However, the city in front of us seems to be a city that never sleeps, and even at this time it is still full of lights and prosperity.

Along the street Anthony was trying to find a place to explore the city with gin. Just then, a few gangsters appeared in front of Anthony waiting. The chief eyed Anthony drunkenly and then smiled unkindly.

When he walked past Anthony, he deliberately bumped into Anthony and then pretended to be arrogant: "Ouch, asshole! You two foreigners, dare to bump into me! You want to die? ..."

As he spoke, he and a few others pushed and shoved Anthony and Gin into a side alley.

In fact, Antony and Gin had seen this trick before, but Antony and Gin needed information about the city, so they followed them into the alley as they wished.

"Gin, over to you, ask us what we need to know," Anthony also had no time to play the game of playing pig and eating tiger with these thugs in front of him, so he did not wait for these goods to open his mouth, he directly commanded gin.

The thugs were no fools, either, and the simple look on Anthony's and Gin's faces of calm and unafraid seemed to tell him something was wrong. It's just that they're drunk at the moment, so their reactions seem a little numb. So before they are ready to do anything, they are knocked down by the gin and bend over like cooked shrimp and vomit.

"Motherfucker... Ehhhhh... You two outsiders, do you know who I am?" The first of the bullies, it seems wine has not woken up, in fact, even after a round of gin on the ground or a face of arrogance.

Anthony paid no attention to him, lighting himself a cigar and leaning against the corner. If such low-life thugs had dared to talk to Antony like that in the comic world, they would have been chopped up by Antony's men and thrown into the river to be fed to the fish without Antony telling them to.

But now in an unfamiliar world, Anthony is not in the mood to quarrel with such low-life thugs. That is, of course, if they know what to do. Otherwise, Anthony wouldn't have done it once or twice.

"So this is it," Anthony said with a smoke ring as he watched the punk who, under the torture of gin, almost confessed the color of his underwear.

Seeing Gin's interrogating eyes, Anthony waved his hand to signal Gin to let go of the gangster before him and turned away first.

Leaving the alley, Gin came up from behind and asked, "Does the boss know this place?"

"Of course, You Kexin City, this is our paradise!" Antony's eyes glowed.

Youkexin, a prosperous and corrupt city run and dominated by gangsters. It may not be a friendly city for ordinary people, but for someone like Anthony, who was born into a gang, it feels very friendly. What's the saying? It's called like a fish in water. Anthony is in his element right now.

He told Gin about the city and what might happen in the future, and it was only then that Gin understood why his boss was looking like that. Although Gin has run into many cities that are secretly run by gangsters in the past, they are only in secret.

And this Youkexin city in front of him actually directly told the world that it was controlled by the gang in the open, in his eyes is really some incredible. But... He's not nasty. Because, like Anthony, he had a feeling of being in his element.

'That... Boss, "Gin paused, then asked tentatively," Shall we..."

"I was going to do that, too," Anthony nodded, but Gin didn't finish, but Anthony knew what he meant. After all, having been partners for so long, there was a tacit understanding: "This is really a good place to establish our own territory, a city completely controlled by the mob, what better place than this?"

Glancing around, Anthony said to Gin behind him, "Find a place to settle down, and then change some money. Check it out, and if it suits you in all respects, take it from me a place of our own."

'I see.'

After all, Gin soon found some special channels to put Anthony and Gin, two black people who had no identity, in a hotel. At the same time, he also sold a few jewelry, in exchange for a sum of money that could be used for emergencies.

In a technologically advanced world, the best way to learn about the world is through the Internet. Only then did Anthony realize that there was one thing he had to work out first: he didn't know the words of the world.

That's right. Is it just a perk of the system? The language of the world can be understood by Antoni and Gin, but when it comes to writing, it's like reading a book.

I don't know how the words of the Hunter world were created. Wriggling around like an earthworm feels like tadpole writing. If it was hieroglyphics, what else might Anthony have guessed? But this... Just be honest and ask someone to teach you.

"Yes, Sir," Gin went in, glanced at the old scholar who was teaching Antony to read, and then kept quiet until Antony had sent the scholar away. Then he continued, "There are teachers of mind on the black market, but the prices are very high, and they only take care of the fine holes needed to help people learn to read, not the security maintenance."

"This is to be expected," Antony said with a cool look, clearly anticipating this situation long ago: "You know, the power of the mind is highly uncertain, and if it is used by some people with ulterior motives, the damage will be unprecedented, which is why the Hunters' Association has been able to successfully unite with other countries to shut down the news of the mind. Black marketeers are justified in charging high prices at the risk of violating the prohibitions imposed by both the nations and the hunters' associations."

Anthony lit a cigar and continued, "There are certainly people who can help with the security of the future, but they are more hidden than the people in the public eye, and not the ones we have access to right now."

'I see. The boss...' Gin hesitated a moment.

"No hurry," Antony understood, shaking his head. "The risk is too unknown, and the cost is too high. Don't touch it yet. We don't have enough money now. There's no point in betting it on the unknown. Let's see if we can get a hunter's license with what we have, and if not... Fighting for it!"

"Got it," said Gin. "Boss, do you have a target?"

"Just one," said Anthony, frowning at this point. It was a bit of bad luck. There were no qualified candidates for the hunter's exam that had just been held. This is the end of Anthony wants to snatch the hunter's license in the hands of new people who have not learned the ability to read, can only target those old hunters.

And these old hunters are not easy one by one, one will cover up their whereabouts solid. Anthony had only been able to track down one professional hunter for so long. But according to the data, this man should belong to the martial hunters, if you want to choose him as a target, I am afraid there will be a tough battle to fight.

But if we miss this target, God knows how long it will take to find the whereabouts of licensed professional hunters again. When it comes to Anthony's ability to return to the world of Comic-Con, Anthony doesn't dare to bet, so he has no choice but to fight the hunter.

"Who is it?" Gin can't help but frown when he hears that there is only one target. The options are so few.

Anthony opens the computer next to him and reveals a photo file.

'Bounty Hunter, Lieber?