Become a full-time hunter and become the Supreme Will

Hao left the city in a fishbone spaceship.

Prepare to go to a mountain city in the same region of the Republic of Patokia, where there is a pre-selection point for this year's hunter exam.

Some information can be found online…

Hunter exams are held once a year unless there are special circumstances...

For ordinary people, although they are not familiar with or understand "Nian", the concept and yearning for "Hunter" is deeply rooted, and it is considered to be the certification of "strong and professional"!

Don't underestimate the word hunter. If you can become a hunter... you will have great employment prospects and direction.

Most of the members currently managed by the Hunter Association work in organizations or groups at the social level, or they have their own business teams.

For example, Milton, one of the Twelve Earthly Branches, is a business lawyer for a private security company.

Hunters touch every aspect of life.

Of course... special professions are another matter, such as relic hunters like Jin Fulisi... or those engaged in biological investigation like Kate.

Having Nian will certainly be of great help in improving one's strength...but one cannot ignore the 'professionalism of a hunter'.

They are all people who specialize in a certain field.

As for the level...it varies.

The main reason why the hunter's examination blocks the information of 'reading' is that it is impossible to determine what a person's character is.

After all, as long as you are strong, you can get a hunter's license... But if you learn to read easily, and your character is bad, it is likely to cause some serious consequences and have a huge impact on society.

The number of candidates who take the hunter exam every year is quite large.

Furthermore, learning to read and then practice is also a relatively "private and personal" growth process...

Under normal channels, after obtaining a hunter's license, the way for newcomers to contact Nian is to find a 'senior'.

And every senior has the responsibility of inheritance, training and supervision... Seniors will evaluate you and decide whether you are qualified to become a person with mind ability and whether your xinxing passes the test.

In this way, the appearance of some ‘bad guys’ can be greatly reduced...

These are all mentioned by Longting Yungu.

However, this is just a common situation. The method and opportunity to learn to chant vary from person to person...it is not absolute.

There's still half a month left before the preliminaries... There's no need for him to rush.

It took him two days to reach his destination, a small town called Tanton.

The area is more than ten times smaller than Gramgarans, and there are very few people... The living atmosphere here is basically not related to prosperity, but more like a quiet and leisurely residence.

The architectural style is relatively similar to the ancient Roman style, and the buildings are not high. The city is surrounded by mountains and forests, and the climate is pleasant, not as hot as in Gramgarans.

This is not the final pre-selection place, Hao still has to take a bus to a small town in the subordinate jurisdiction.

When it was rare to relax, he treated it as a trip.

At night, the bus with twenty or thirty people on board went around the rugged mountain road, bumping constantly.

There were old men, women and children in the car, all of whom were dressed in particularly simple ways. The patterns and styles on the clothes were all the same, so they should all be residents of this area.

Sitting in the last row, Hao tilted his neck and snored slightly.

Still wearing a newly bought black suit and sunglasses...

Over time, he had gotten used to wearing this outfit.

A little girl with braids looked at the sleeping man in front of her, covered her mouth and snickered.

Because she saw the saliva...

"Master, how long will it take?"

Someone asked.

"After going down the mountain and driving on a flat road, we'll be there... about two hours."

The driver shouted.

In addition to Hao... there were several other people in the car who were obviously coming from other places.

His expression was a bit impatient.

"Why is it so far away...what the hell...can't you choose a larger address?"

A young man with yellow hair complained.

On one side, Hao turned slightly sideways, turned his head in one direction, and continued to sleep.

Huang Mao glared as if he noticed his movements.

The road conditions were terrible and the car was shaking all the time... This guy could still sleep...

The yellow hair is a bit sour.

After another half an hour, the bus finally drove slowly from the mountain road to a not-so-wide flat road.

Someone opened the car window and blew in the wind, stimulating the tired nerves.

At this time, Hao woke up and picked up his sunglasses with his fingers.

Beep beep beep!

Outside the window, bursts of piercing whistles suddenly sounded.

Behind the bus, three black cars appeared, honking their horns wildly.

"Fuck! You must be sick!"

Huang Mao, who was already in a bad mood, cursed and stuck his head out of the window. Just as he was about to roar, a bullet struck him without warning, leaving a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

ended his life.

"ah!"

The passengers in the car suddenly became confused.

Someone screamed...and several children started crying...

squeak!

Harsh noises flooded into the cochlea, and the driver stepped on the brakes urgently. The tires of the bus rubbed against the road, and the bus body slid and drifted for a certain distance before it finally stabilized.

The next second, the night in front of the windshield was as bright as day.

Lights came one after another... so dazzling that it was difficult to open one's eyes.

Looking carefully, there is a row of black cars parked on the road ahead, and dozens of people standing there, all in suits and ties... holding various weapons.

At the same time, three cars behind the bus also blocked the retreat.

"This is...the mafia..."

When one of Huang Mao's friends saw this, his face turned pale and his voice trembled.

Under the gaze of everyone, a dozen gang members armed with machine guns pointed their guns at the bus using the light, and then... showed a fierce smile, pulled the trigger, and started shooting wildly.

Da da da…

A large number of metal bullet casings fell to the ground, making a constant crisp sound, accompanied by the smell of gunpowder in the air.

The iron sheet of the bus was riddled with holes in an instant, and the glass was shattered...

Blood splashed as the figure fell to the ground.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The gunmen were laughing wildly, enjoying the pleasure brought by the firepower.

After a moment, the gunfire stopped.

The bus has become a large piece of scrap metal.

A gentle man wearing gold-rimmed glasses strolled forward and raised his fingers at his subordinates.

He lit a cigarette with a lighter, held it in his mouth, and puffed out the smoke.

Looking at the quiet bus compartment, his eyes were cold: "The other party is the owner of Sky Arena...it shouldn't be that easy to kill."

The words fell.

To his left and right, two companions carrying rocket launchers emerged from the crowd, squatting down and taking aim.

boom!

Two missiles trailing fire and smoke shot out and hit the bus.

The huge explosion and the rising light and thick smoke made the air a little hot...

"You dare to cheat money from us... I'm afraid that you will earn your life and lose your life to spend it..."

"This... is the fate you deserve!"

The man with glasses took a sip of nicotine gracefully and said indifferently.

"Put out the fire..."

"yes."