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Irumi looked at the information regarding Spero's heinous murder cases.
Police investigating related incidents often found internal organs gnawed by stray cats and dogs around the crime scenes.
An individual with an extremely vile personality, often acting as a lone wolf.
"According to his past criminal history, after each successful operation, he will return to Meteor City."
"Due to the special nature of Meteor City, even Interpol doesn't dare to easily enter Meteor City to arrest him."
Silva picked up a teacup, poured a cup of hot tea, and pushed it in front of Irumi.
"According to his criminal history over the past three years, he commits theft outside an average of six times per year."
"And among these six times, one to two thefts or robberies will escalate into heinous murder incidents."
Irumi picked up the hot tea Silva had poured, closed his eyes and sniffed it lightly, blew gently on it, and finally took a light sip.
"In other words, there's still a month until his next move. I can completely wait until he makes his move before taking action."
"Why bother going through all the trouble of going to Meteor City to kill him."
Silva poured out the already cold tea in his own cup and refilled it with hot tea.
"This is the client's request. For this, she is willing to add double the original price."
Irumi's eyes narrowed slightly. He put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Silva, and said.
"She has something in that murderer's hands, doesn't she?"
"That's right. If you kill him within a month and prevent that stolen item from circulating, the client is willing to add another two times the price."
"Even, if you can find that item and return it to the client, she will add another three times the price."
Silva sipped his tea lightly, his eyes closed.
"Not to avenge her father, but to retrieve something."
Irumi chuckled lightly, slowly stood up, simultaneously picked up the target's photo, turned, and walked towards the door.
"I'm leaving."
"Eee yaa yaa..."
Little Milluki lay in his mother Kikyo's arms, reaching out his chubby little hands towards the departing Irumi, his small mouth opening and closing.
Irumi, with his back to everyone in the room, waved his hand and closed the sliding door with a "click."
Meteor City, located in the southern part of the Yorbian Continent, in a desert Gobi region.
To the north is the United States of Edonia, and to the south are the Balsa Islands.
Irumi took a fourteen-day journey from the Republic of Padokea by airship to a southern border city of the United States of Edonia, and then by car to Meteor City.
Six of those days were spent flying, and eight days were spent bumping along in a car. Just to reach Meteor City took half a month.
"Phew~"
Irumi stood on the desolate Gobi. A breeze, carrying the stench of plastic, blew past, stirring up some grit.
"This godforsaken place has a population of ten million."
Irumi squinted his eyes, looking at the garbage city in the distance, smoke billowing from everywhere. He had covered his mouth and hair with a black bandana.
On one hand, it was to prevent sand from blowing into his eyes and mouth; on the other hand, it was to avoid attracting attention.
Most people in Meteor City, due to environmental reasons, would cover their mouths and noses to avoid inhaling too many harmful gases.
"Rustle rustle..."
Sturdy, long leather boots stepped on the Gobi sand, making soft, chaotic sounds.
Irumi watched those people in white protective suits, carrying oxygen tanks, enter the depths of the garbage mountain, searching for something unknown.
He had to find Spero and kill him within half a month.
The residents of Meteor City had no national ID numbers, no identity registration, nothing. This, to a certain extent, increased his workload.
However, an extremist criminal and perverted serial killer like Spero must have some notoriety locally.
Finding him wouldn't be difficult, but he definitely couldn't ask the residents of Meteor City directly.
In the special environment of Meteor City, the residents here were exceptionally united, united to the point of resembling a cult.
A vagrant from Meteor City was suspected of murder by the government and arrested. Later, after various pieces of evidence proving the vagrant's innocence were revealed, the court still convicted him.
In retaliation, three years later, the people of Meteor City, at the same time but in different locations, perished together with 31 people related to this incident, including police officers, judges, prosecutors, eyewitnesses, jurors, and lawyers, all carrying bombs.
This vicious incident shocked the world.
It made people from all countries around the world clearly realize just what kind of crazy zone Meteor City truly was.
"To find Spero, I must first contact the Council of Elders."
Irumi stopped at the end of a street in Meteor City, looking up at the magnificent church ahead. This was where the Council of Elders of Meteor City was located.
The Council of Elders had contact information for a large number of Meteor City residents.
And for the stolen goods brought back by those residents who often went out to steal and rob, the Council of Elders would also provide channels to help them dispose of the goods.
Of course, there was a commission.
At the church entrance, and on the second floor of the church, there were guards in white protective suits, carrying assault rifles.
"There are guards. Let's make a move at night."
Both inside and outside the church were heavily guarded by the Council of Elders' personnel. The special living environment of Meteor City had bred many experts.
Perhaps, among these guards, there were also hidden Nen users.
To be safe, Irumi decided to wait until nightfall to make his move.
"Swish!"
A black shadow flashed past. The guards outside the church noticed nothing and continued their normal patrols.
Irumi used Shadow Step and Zetsu, swiftly moving through the shadows, and soon arrived at a magnificent hall.
Unlike the streets outside, which were littered with all sorts of garbage, the interior of the church was luxuriously and grandly decorated, resplendent and magnificent, with various exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls.
The hall was furnished with expensive furniture made from various precious materials. The design of the hall was clearly done by the world's most famous team.
"This is Meteor City?"
Irumi's eyelids twitched slightly. Standing in a surveillance blind spot, he looked up.
A super-large chandelier hung from the ceiling of the hall. Ornate crystal chandeliers created an atmosphere. A full one hundred and eight remaining white candles, some long, some short, were placed on the candelabra above.
Even every single floor tile on the hard, cold ground beneath his feet blatantly spelled out two words.
Rich.
Even the Zoldyck family, renowned as a family of assassins, their castle on Kukuroo Mountain, compared to this church, was like a small sorcerer meeting a great one.
"Working Joes can never compare to capitalists."
At this moment, Irumi once again deeply realized this fact.
"Tap... tap..."
Just then, the sound of crisp footsteps came from outside the hall. Irumi's figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.