In the silent monitoring room, several bodies lay sprawled on the floor or slumped over chairs.
Drip, drip…
Blood trickled down from the chairs, pooling on the ground. The suited man with an antenna in his neck stood quietly amidst the blood.
[Black Voice]
This is Shalnark's Manipulation-Type Nen Ability.
Using this ability to control the suited man and infiltrate the monitoring room indicated that the Phantom Troupe had never intended a frontal assault.
This is also the usual style of the Phantom Troupe.
Once they set their sights on a target, they never acted recklessly and always devised at least one strategy.
After killing his colleagues, the puppet controlled by Shalnark proceeded to disable certain security systems within the facility.
At the same time…
Led by Chrollo, the members of the Phantom Troupe scaled the high walls and entered the Snow Palace's courtyard.
Buzz buzz——
Pakunoda took out her vibrating phone, glanced at it, and saw a simplified route map sent by Shalnark.
"This way."
She then put away her phone and took on the role of the guide.
Before launching the infiltration operation, she had already used [Psychometry] to gather some information about the Snow Palace.
Shalnark's ability to silently manipulate the puppet into the monitoring room was also closely related to the intelligence she provided.
[Psychometry]
This was Pakunoda's Specialization-Type Nen Ability. By questioning and touching the target, she could read the deepest memories in the target's mind.
She could even extract memories and load them into bullets of her conjured revolver. When shot, the person hit would instantly possess the memory stored in the bullet.
By using this ability, she could easily gather intelligence, thereby greatly reducing the difficulty of the infiltration.
With internal and external coordination, the members of the Phantom Troupe followed the 'planned' route, striding boldly towards the Snow Palace.
At this time.
Inside the Snow Palace's main hall.
The vast majority of the guests were listening carefully to the appraiser's explanation.
Some guests were already interested after hearing this and were calculating how much budget they should spend to get the antiques they liked.
'Isn't it the sword's turn yet?'
The only items Moses was interested in were the blood-patterned sword and 'The End of the Monka Expeditionary Force'.
However, it seemed the order of the explanations was based on the value of the items. And the blood-patterned sword and 'The End of the Monka Expeditionary Force'were obviously placed towards the end.
Moses gradually lost patience and interest. He drifted to the back of the crowd and headed to the buffet table.
When Shizuku saw Moses coming over, she took out a molded jelly from a plate and handed it to Moses, saying seriously, "This is delicious."
"Thanks."
Moses smiled as he accepted the jelly, though he didn't have high expectations for Shizuku's taste.
Just like what Menchi said, as long as the food tastes similar, it is considered 'delicious' to Shizuku.
Moses picked up a spoon from the wooden bowl on the table.
Just as he was about to taste the jelly Shizuku recommended, the bright lights around them suddenly went out, instantly plunging the entire hall into darkness.
"Huh?!"
"What happened…?"
"Is there a power outage?"
"What the hell, this is so disappointing."
As the hall plunged into darkness, numerous high-status guests began to complain, while their accompanying bodyguards instinctively became alert and protected their employers.
Koko, who was always accompanied by danger, instantly sensed that something was wrong.
At the same time…
A sudden barrage of gunfire erupted in the dark hall.
Where the bright muzzle flashes flickered, bullets visible to the naked eye in the dark swept towards the second-floor balcony, ruthlessly tearing apart the security personnel stationed there.
In an instant, the railing shattered into pieces.
The security personnel didn't even have time to scream before being torn apart by the light bullets, with flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
The attack came without any warning and enveloped the entire hall.
The guests, who initially thought it was just a power outage or circuit trip, instantly panicked and screamed, fleeing in all directions under the escort of their personal bodyguards.
'Double Machine Gun?!'
After taking a quick glance at the light bullets that were wantonly harvesting the security personnel's lives, Moses's expression changed slightly and he turned to look at the source of the gunfire.
On the staircase leading to the second floor, Franklin's figure was faintly visible amidst the gunfire.
'The Phantom Troupe has set their sights on the auction items at this exchange meeting...'
Moses immediately made a judgment, frowned slightly, and checked the vision of the shadow placed outside the door of the hall.
He could clearly see that the numerous gang members of the Hex Family, who were guarding outside the gate and even on the lawns on both sides, had no idea that the enemies had already infiltrated the hall.
It was only after hearing the gunshots that they immediately rushed towards the hall door.
When a burly man in a black suit, who was leading the charge, saw that the hall was completely dark, he immediately gestured to his companions to go to the nearby circuit breaker to activate the backup lights.
Then, he led the charge into the hall. Taking advantage of the flickering gunfire, he raised his submachine gun without hesitation and fired towards Franklin's location.
The gangsters who rushed in with him also raised their guns and aimed at Franklin.
However-
The dense stream of light bullets suddenly curved and enveloped them like a waterfall.
In the blink of an eye, the dozens of gang members who had just rushed in were torn apart into scattered chunks of flesh. It's a truly tragic sight.
The guests who were fleeing towards the door were also horrified by this bloody scene and stopped in their tracks.
At this moment, the backup lights turned on.
Bright light once again filled the hall.
In front of the door, the ground and even the walls were covered with a large amount of bloody flesh.
The extremely bloody scene made the guests who had stopped in their tracks turn pale.
At the top of the stairs deep in the hall stood a group of uninvited guests.
It was none other than the members of the Phantom Troupe led by Chrollo.
Franklin, who had just used his ability to tear apart the security personnel at the scene, slowly lowered his left arm.
Although he only has one arm left now, under the premise that his 'firepower coverage' has been weakened, he subconsciously believes that the firepower of his single-handed gun would be even more ferocious.
And this was indeed the case.
The passively modified [Single Machine Gun] is even more powerful than the [Double Machine Gun].
However, it no longer had the pleasure of large-scale attacks as before.
Franklin lowered his arm, the smoke still rising from the modified finger gun barrel.
"Hmm?!"
Suddenly, he saw Moses in the hall. He was surprised and his eyes were immediately filled with cold killing intent.
[Single Machine Gun]
The arm that had just been lowered was suddenly raised again, and the still-smoking finger gun barrel aimed at Moses.
Phinks, who was dressed in a tracksuit, noticed Franklin's movement and directly raised his hand to press down Franklin's arm, then said with a frown, "Those treasures can't withstand your Nen Bullets."
"Understand, Franklin..."
Feitan squinted his eyes slightly and looked in the direction where Franklin's gun was pointing. After carefully observing Moses, he sneered: "After all, the 'enemy' is right in front of him. If I were him, I wouldn't be able to stay indifferent either."
"So it's him."
Nobunaga also looked at Moses, touched his chin, and said with interest.
However, Uvogin, who is standing beside him, didn't focus on Moses but instead locked onto Kanzai.
If one were to judge based on their Aura, Kanzai, whom Uvogin was targeting, was undoubtedly the strongest among the group of people in the scene.
This is why Uvogin immediately locked onto Kanzai.
"Interesting."
Uvogin grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and made no effort to hide his eager battle intent.