Among the three helicopters, one belonged to a dia company responsible for live coverage of the major incident at the Ohara Museum that night.
However, the viewers gathered in front of their TVs to follow the event were almost all startled.
Originally, the cara was transmitting live footage from the scene, with the female reporter chattering away. But suddenly, a dark shadow flew into the fra, followed by violent shaking, screams, and the sound of a fierce collision. Finally, the screen cut off.
It didn't take much to figure out that the helicopter had been shot down, and everyone onboard was undoubtedly dead.
Witnessing it firsthand on TV, many viewers were left shaken.
The screen turned to static, then switched back to the studio after a mont. The seasoned anchor, now slightly pale, forced composure as they continued reporting on the incident, displaying three still images captured by the cara.
Unfortunately, Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Feitan were caught in the fras. Among them, Uvogin, looking up at the helicopter, was the most clearly photographed. There was also a distant shot that included the people on the scene, though their faces were indistinct.
"According to the latest information we've received, the individuals who attacked the Ohara Museum tonight have been involved in nurous violent cris worldwide. They are an extrely dangerous A-Class criminal group known as the Phantom Troupe."
"From the captured images, it appears the casualties at the Ohara Museum are severe..."
The night in Bit City was anything but calm. The area around the Ohara Museum was cordoned off, with crowds gathering behind the police lines, while even more people followed the event through TV and computer screens.
Many residents near the Ohara Museum not only heard the prolonged gunfire and explosions but also the sound of the helicopter crashing and exploding monts earlier.
Inside the museum grounds, the wreckage of the helicopter was scattered in three places, engulfed in flas.
Salin glared at Uvogin with disgust. She had been observing the entire ti and noticed that Law seed to know these people, so she had refrained from interfering with his decisions.
However, aside from the fact that these people had killed countless individuals at the Ohara Museum that night, Uvogin's emotionally driven act of murderous venting was enough to reveal him as a thoroughly cruel person who disregarded life entirely.
She couldn't understand why Law, soone gentle and often considerate of others, would be acquainted with such people.
Salin hesitated, wanting to speak but ultimately remaining silent, leaving the matter for Law to handle.
Law silently glanced at the helicopter wreckage before turning to Shalnark and saying calmly, "Throw the boxes over here."
Shalnark didn't move until Chrollo nodded at him, at which point he hurled the boxes toward Law with force.
The distance between them was over a hundred ters, as if neither side cared about the contents inside.
The boxes flew through the air toward Law.
'You asked for this yourself.' Shalnark thought to himself.
Phinks watched the case midair, maliciously hoping its contents would be damaged from the impact.
When the boxes neared him, Law expanded his En, controlling the boxes and gently lowering them to his feet.
The Phantom Troupe's mbers silently observed the scene.
Law opened the three boxes, quickly scanning their contents before closing them and conjuring his book in his hand.
He flipped to Chrollo's page, pressed his finger against the image of the severed arm, and with a slight flow of Aura, pulled the arm out of the book before tossing it toward Chrollo.
The severed arm traced an arc through the air before Chrollo caught it. Only then could he see the strange condition of the severed end, sealed by a thin layer of Aura.
Chrollo, already aware of the reason, wasn't surprised.
Shalnark and the others gathered around. When they first arrived at the scene and saw Chrollo's severed arm, they had been shocked but hadn't noticed the oddity… the lack of bleeding. Later, they noticed but hadn't had the chance to ask.
"What's this?" Phinks's eye twitched.
"His Nen." Chrollo replied briefly before turning to Law, who remained expressionless.
"You should leave now," Law said flatly. He had no intention of reattaching Chrollo's arm.
Chrollo fell silent for a mont. It seed Law truly had no intention of helping him reattach the arm, after all, the terms of their agreent had only been to return it.
Realizing this, he didn't press further. He signaled to his group, then headed toward the Ohara Museum.
Nobunaga and Feitan ceased their hostilities, following Chrollo along with Uvogin and the others.
Before leaving, Feitan shot Law a cold glare, which Law completely ignored.
Watching the Phantom Troupe depart, Law summoned Kuro.
"Quite the show. I really envy them… they must've killed at least a thousand people tonight, right?"
After Kuro ca out, he stared in the direction the Troupe had left, his tone full of envy and resentnt. A thousand pages… that would've boosted his Aura by at least twenty percent.
Law grabbed Kuro and stuffed the three items from the boxes into his mouth, earning a displeased look.
"Law, what are you-?" Salin stared in confusion as Law kept the three items.
"Consider it a service fee."
Law blinked at Salin with a playful glint in his eye.
If he hadn't intervened, the Ohara Museum would have likely been completely looted. So, taking a little 'service fee' seed perfectly reasonable to him… just like a Hunter's commission.
As for whether they'd notice, Law wasn't worried at all. They weren't leaving, and Kuro's pocket dinsion was the perfect hiding spot… absolutely undetectable.
Upon hearing this, Salin pressed a hand to her forehead, at a loss for words.
"I need to head to the museum to make sure they leave properly."
After giving Salin a quick heads-up, Law dashed toward the museum at full speed.
Salin had wanted to ask about Law's connection to these people, but he was already gone before she could even call out to him, his figure vanishing into the night.
Along the way to the museum, corpses littered the ground.
'Tonight's death toll at their hands probably really did exceed a thousand...'
As Law sprinted, his peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of lifeless bodies sprawled across the ground.
Monts later, he arrived at the museum's periter, where he saw a disorganized, demoralized squad staring fearfully at the three ancient tree museums, their fighting spirit completely shattered.
No doubt, when Chrollo and the others had passed through here, they had gone on another killing spree, utterly crushing this force of several hundred.
"Stay where you are."
Law issued the command without caring whether they listened. He approached the museum and expanded his En, sensing the Phantom Troupe's mbers inside the largest of the ancient tree museums.
When his Aura seeped into the museum, the Troupe mbers inside imdiately noticed.
Law entered through the main entrance and saw the entire Troupe assembled… including Machi. On the ground were eight haphazardly bundled piles of artifacts.
The way they were ssily tied together with strings reminded him of how recyclable trash was bundled back in the junkyard.
"Law."
Machi's brows furrowed slightly as she took a step forward… only to be abruptly yanked back by Nobunaga.
Law remained silent, simply watching them.
"Let's go."
Chrollo spoke calmly, then raised his hand and blasted a hole through the tree wall, leading the Troupe out.
This scene was captured by hidden caras placed throughout the museum.
Law watched as the Phantom Troupe departed, then shifted his gaze to the eight mound-like piles of antiques on the floor. So of them still carried traces of lingering Aura.
The Phantom Troupe's operation tonight had ended in failure… they hadn't obtained a single thing.
'They should bla Feitan for that.'
Law silently pinned the bla squarely on Feitan's shoulders.
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