Crossover in the Anime World

Dream Auction, the largest auction held once a year, the world has changed, but the charm of money will not change. Countless people come to this city with a weird atmosphere.

Before the dream auction, there was an internal gang auction that only gang members were allowed to participate in, called an underground auction.

As a member of the bodyguard, Kurapika protects the daughter of a recently popular gang leader, a girl who likes strange corpses. Her telekinesis is the ability to write prophetic poems that predict the future.

The name of the ability is 'Angel's Automatic Pen'. When activated, holding the pen in hand, the angel reading the ability will automatically move the pen and write a prophetic poem on the paper.

The prophetic poem told that there would be dangers in the underground auction, but they didn't know what the dangers were.

All twelve members of the Phantom Troupe, except for the leader, have arrived and have chosen an abandoned building as their base in the dilapidated urban area of ​​Youkesin City.

Before the underground auction started, the group leader came belatedly and announced the goal of this time's effort. Elegant white, melancholy black, white skin, black coat, the pillar of the Phantom Troupe, the spiritual leader of the Phantom Troupe, a rare outstanding man in the world - Chrollo Rusilu.

"Underground auction, grab all the bids and kill all the gangsters." Chrollo gave the order in the most concise words.

"Boss, are you making enemies of gangs all over the world?"

"My order remains unchanged, kill them all."

"Hahaha -" showing his sharp canine teeth, the strong man Wo Jin laughed wildly: "My blood is already boiling. Isn't this the best feast?" Destruction is his gene, and destruction is his soul. As long as Wo Jin can When fighting, you have endless energy: "I can't wait for tomorrow night."

The rest of the members also smiled. It was obvious that the more difficult the challenge, the more meaning they felt in their existence. Everyone was excited.

Chrollo looked at his subordinates expressionlessly. He gave them a goal, and they would complete the rest by themselves.

Before the underground auction, Kurapika also saw his employer's bidding targets this time, including a pair of eyeballs from his tribe. He couldn't help but kill. However, the prophecy poem said that there would be danger in the auction tomorrow, so only bodyguards were there. A group of people went to the auction, which meant that the bodyguard's life was not worth anything, and he still had to serve his employer even when he knew there was danger.

The Phantom Troupe will come, Kurapika clenches his fist, and he will go no matter what the danger is.

"Something fun is about to happen." Duran is also preparing, it will definitely be exciting.

The first auction held within the gang included land, companies, corpses, and all kinds of shady stolen goods. This underground auction held before the dream auction could only be attended by gang members, and the auction items Including the eyes of the Kuluta tribe.

When Kurapika and his colleagues arrived at the underground auction, they were immediately divided into two parts. One part entered the auction to bid for the body organs of the employer girl, and the other part stayed outside to guard. Because the prophetic poem has already mentioned that there is danger, it is the best choice to leave some bodyguards outside to monitor the surrounding area.

At the underground auction site, the gangsters all attended in formal attire, all dressed in black. I have to say that the gangsters were really meticulous.

But this was inside the venue. Outside the venue, the subordinates of the ten old men who had turned against each other were watching eagerly. The underground auction was a gathering of gangs, but the atmosphere was very tense now. Members of each gang wanted to pull out their guns and shoot each other to death.

There was nothing belonging to Dulan in the underground auction, but the gangsters who had already disturbed the atmosphere by Dulan didn't care. They were not just after the Dragon Balls. What mattered was the face between the gangsters. Now the competition among the ten old men has become fierce.

This gave the Phantom Troupe an opportunity. They assassinated some employees of the underground auction and replaced them. Unsurprisingly, they sneaked into the venue of the underground auction. It was the easiest infiltration without any skills.

The gang members were well-dressed and mingling with each other, just like a ball in the upper class. Yes, although the classes are different, this is also a vanity fair. The weak gangs want to know the leaders of the big gangs, and the leaders of the big gangs want to be in the limelight, so the gangsters also show their most glorious side in a human-like manner, and then very They were seated in an orderly manner, and some gangsters even showed friendly smiles, making people feel that this was just an ordinary auction, not a dragon's den or a tiger's den.

But everyone who knows it knows that everyone who can come here is a murderer and executioner.

The auction began, and two emcees with huge body shapes came on stage. At this time the gang members were not aware of the danger.

The long-haired short emcee stood in front of the microphone and said gloomily: "Let us skip the complicated opening clichés and just declare that you all go to hell."

The tall emcee's ten fingers were bent and broken, turning into gun barrels, and the bullets he read were fired towards the gangsters.

The gangsters haven't come back to their senses yet. They only feel the pain on their bodies, and then they show horrified expressions. The unlucky ones were hit in the first wave, and the gangsters who were lucky enough not to be killed by the first wave of attacks can't escape this hell. roar.

Nian's bullet passed through the bodyguard's defense, "Damn it, this guy is a release type, you go away quickly." Although they are only contract bodyguards and have not known each other for a long time, they know that if they don't cooperate or sacrifice now, they will all die. Here, in the end, all of them will die inexplicably, so someone must escape and report the news.

However, there is no paradise outside the gate. The Phantom Troupe is so powerful that it is impossible to let go of low-level mistakes, so there are people waiting at the gate.

die!

Playing the dance of death tonight, the Phantom Troupe announced their return with a high profile and defied gangsters around the world.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." The bullet is about to kill most of the gang members, but Dulan's arrangement has not yet appeared.

However, when the bullets were aimed at Kurapika's colleagues and prepared to kill them, Duran's arrangement was finally activated.

Music, I won’t go to hell. The melodious drums were accompanied by the neighing of trumpets. Several gangsters who had fallen to the ground stood up again. They drew axes from their waists. Yes, these are just puppets controlled by Duran. , there is no flesh and blood inside, only stereo speakers, so the sound effect is very good.

As they danced, the living and half-dead people heard the sudden music and saw the blood-stained dancers. Holding a short-handled axe, twisting the waist, taking dance steps, turning left and right, turning back and forth, shrugging one shoulder, changing shoulders, raising hands...

The dancers holding axes, first one, then a group, six in total, danced among the corpses. It was so weird that even the Phantom Troupe had never seen anything like this.

The music continues, the drum beats are intensive, and the trumpet disappears and appears. It is really exciting, and the dance steps of the puppets are also very good, but combined with the environment, it is really hard to appreciate.

"Damn it, are you teasing us?!" The big man Franklin fired mind bullets at the puppet frantically.

But the puppet was still dancing, and was avoiding all the bullets while dancing.

Then the puppet also attacked, throwing axes.

A flying ax bit Franklin's abdomen from the right side in an arc. The angle was tricky, but the speed was not fast, so the big man dodged.

"Franklin, these are all puppets of the operating system." the little Feitan reminded.