Hunter x Hunter: Transmigrated with Character Extraction System

The man, his face contorted in a mask of feigned fury, yelled, "Damn you, stop right there! I'll make you pay when I catch you!"

The two continued their playful chase, leading them to a relatively secluded street. Gon, who had been running ahead, suddenly came to a halt. Killua, hot on his heels, immediately closed the distance.

"Tch! You really thought you could trick us with that pathetic little stunt, kid?" Killua scoffed, his voice laced with disdain.

Before Gon and Killua, standing in the middle of the road, a man wielding a knife leaned nonchalantly against a lamppost, his eyes fixed on them with a cold, calculating gaze.

Swish swish swish! Then, figures began appearing from rooftops and alleyways, their presence marked by a sudden flurry of movement.

While the aura emanating from these individuals wasn't particularly potent, each one radiated a palpable killing intent that far surpassed the average level.

'Not good! These guys are all hardened criminals,' Killua instantly assessed, his instincts honed by years of experience as an assassin.

He could sense that these individuals were far from ordinary; each one possessed a chilling aura of lethality.

Discreetly surveying the surrounding area, Killua attempted to gauge the number of assailants. 'Roughly twenty, but there are many more watching from the shadows.

There are definitely more accomplices hidden nearby,' he concluded, a growing sense of unease settling over him.

What was even more disconcerting was the fact that all these individuals were Nen users. While their strength might not match that of the Phantom Troupe, they were far from weak, and certainly more than enough to overwhelm Gon and Killua.

Gon, positioning himself behind Killua, adopted a defensive stance, his eyes scanning his surroundings. "Killua," he whispered, his voice tight with apprehension.

Unlike Killua, who relied on his honed skills and experience to assess the threat, Gon's assessment was based on his keen intuition. He sensed that these individuals were not to be trifled with; each one possessed a level of strength that was on par with, if not exceeding, his own and Killua's combined capabilities.

The sudden appearance of over twenty assailants, coupled with the palpable sense of lurking danger emanating from the unseen accomplices, was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

The man at the forefront, still clutching his knife, let out a low chuckle, rising to his feet and approaching Gon and Killua with a predatory gait.

"Listen, kids," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion, "if you don't want to end up regretting this, you'd best answer my questions honestly and without any hesitation."

Killua, maintaining his composure, responded curtly, "And what exactly is it you wish to know?"

"You know someone called Loki, right?" the man stated, his tone laced with a hint of menace.

'Loki,' Killua mused internally, the pieces of the puzzle finally clicking into place. Now he understood why he and Gon had become the targets of this ambush. These individuals were clearly hunting for Loki, and given their familiarity with both Gon and Killua, they had understandably chosen them as the most readily available point of contact.

"We do know him," Killua responded without hesitation, "but we have no idea where he is currently located."

The man let out a cold, sardonic laugh. "Oh really? You'd better not be lying to me, kid. Because if you are, you'll wish you hadn't been born."

Killua, unfazed by the threat, continued, "We can give you his contact information, but we haven't been able to reach him ourselves, so there's no guarantee that it will still be valid."

Upon hearing Killua's words, Gon's eyes widened in surprise, his mind struggling to process the implications of Killua's seemingly impulsive decision to divulge Loki's information so readily. "Killua, what...?" Gon began, his voice laced with concern.

"Don't interrupt, Gon," Killua interrupted, his voice firm and resolute. "Leave this to me. I'll handle it."

"Not bad," the leader of the group commented approvingly, sheathing his knife. "I appreciate a cooperative kid."

His tone shifted abruptly, his gaze hardening as he fixed his piercing gaze upon Gon and Killua. "Despite your cooperation, I will personally verify the veracity of your claims."

Killua nodded calmly. "Under these circumstances, I wouldn't fabricate information to deceive you; that would only put me in even greater peril."

"A smart kid," the leader acknowledged, a hint of grudging respect in his tone as he nodded approvingly.

Two more figures emerged from the shadows, moving swiftly towards Gon and Killua.

"Bind them."

"Gon, don't resist. Cooperate with them," Killua instructed, his voice low and urgent.

Gon, his fists clenched tight, clearly reluctant to comply, protested, "Why don't we fight back? We might still have a chance of escaping."

Killua sighed wearily, shaking his head in response to Gon's impulsive suggestion.

"While resistance might offer a slim chance of escape," Killua explained patiently, "the far more probable outcome would be our deaths."

"The sheer intensity of the killing intent emanating from these individuals makes it abundantly clear that they will unleash their full might against anyone who dares to resist," Killua added, his voice laced with a grim determination.

Before Gon could voice any further objections, he was swiftly subdued by the attackers, his limbs bound tightly with specialized rope. The rope was exceptionally strong, far exceeding the Nen capabilities of both Gon and Killua, making it impossible for them to break free instantly. Should they attempt to struggle, the assailants would immediately intervene, ensuring that they remained completely incapacitated.

Having secured Gon and Killua, the large group of assailants quickly dispersed, melting back into the shadows from whence they had come.

In a secluded residential area of Yorknew City, Loki stood on the balcony of his second-floor apartment, enjoying the gentle breeze. Suddenly, his phone began to ring. He glanced at the caller ID; it was Gon's number. He chose to ignore the call, having received several attempts to contact him from Gon and Killua in recent days, but had deliberately chosen not to answer.

The call went unanswered.

Gon and Killua found themselves confined within a dark, cramped room. When confronted by their captors, Killua readily divulged all the information he possessed concerning Loki, his responses delivered with a chilling efficiency. Gon, in contrast, remained steadfastly silent, his lips sealed tight.

Gon was deeply conflicted by Killua's actions. While their relationship with Loki wasn't particularly close, he found Killua's willingness to so readily betray Loki's trust deeply troubling.

"The call didn't go through. Is that really Loki's contact information?" one of the captors pressed, his tone laced with suspicion.

"Of course it's real. Do I look like I'd lie to you? You can check the call logs yourself; we haven't been able to get through to him either. That's why I told you his contact information might have changed," Killua responded calmly, his eyes unwavering.

The captor scrutinized Killua's eyes for a long moment, searching for any sign of deception.

"For now, I'll believe you," the captor conceded, his tone still laced with suspicion. "I'm taking your phone." With that, the captor turned and exited the room, swiftly locking the door behind him.

Once the captor had departed, leaving Gon and Killua alone in the dimly lit room, Gon finally broke the silence.

"Killua," Gon began, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and concern, "why did you give away Loki's—"

Before Gon could complete his question, Killua cut him off, his voice firm and resolute.

"Gon," Killua explained, "my actions weren't motivated by any personal animosity towards Loki or a desire for revenge."

"The information I provided wouldn't bother Loki in the slightest; he wouldn't care if these people knew it or not. You know Loki well enough to understand that," Killua continued, his explanation growing more elaborate.

"Besides," Killua added with a shrug, "these guys are essentially walking into a death trap by trying to find Loki. Why should I bother stopping them?"

Upon hearing Killua's explanation, Gon nodded slowly, a flicker of understanding dawning in his eyes. While he still felt a nagging sense that something was amiss, he couldn't quite articulate what it was.

Seeing that Gon had ceased his questioning, Killua breathed a sigh of relief. There was still one crucial piece of information that he hadn't yet revealed to Gon.

If they had stubbornly refused to divulge any information about Loki, the consequences would have been far-reaching. In the future, should anyone else attempt to assassinate Loki, Gon and Killua would have inevitably become the primary targets, given their established friendship with Loki. This close association would have been ruthlessly exploited by their enemies.

By readily disclosing all the information they possessed, Killua aimed to achieve a far more strategic objective. The information itself was inconsequential to Loki; he wouldn't care whether his enemies had access to it or not. The most important aspect was to convey a crucial message to their captors: their relationship with Loki was far from close.

The captors' motives extended beyond merely obtaining information about Loki; they also sought to leverage Gon and Killua as bargaining chips to pressure Loki. Killua's actions were strategically designed to demonstrate to these individuals that using Gon and Killua to threaten Loki would prove utterly futile.

Outside the room, the captors were engaged in a hushed discussion.

"One of the two phones has a number that frequently contacts our target, Loki. Should we try contacting that number?" one of them suggested.

"Let's give it a shot," another replied. "It might just yield some useful information."

The number in question was, of course, Kurapika's.

The captors successfully contacted Kurapika.

"Hello? Is this Gon?" a voice asked, feigning familiarity.

Kurapika's voice responded from the other end of the line. The captors exchanged a quick glance.

One of them deliberately lowered his voice, feigning casualness. "Sorry, it's not Gon. We've apprehended him."

Kurapika paused momentarily, instantly recognizing that Gon would never resort to such a ruse.

"Who are you? And why have you captured Gon?" Kurapika demanded, his voice laced with a growing sense of unease.

"You know Loki, right?" the captor responded, his tone deliberately ambiguous, testing Kurapika's reaction.

The question, though seemingly innocuous, struck a nerve with Kurapika. Without hesitation, he responded, "Yes."

The captors' eyes gleamed with a sinister light upon receiving this confirmation. "Help us contact Loki," the captor instructed, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Tell him to meet us tonight, alone, at a location twenty miles northwest of Yorknew City. If he fails to appear, we will kill these two kids."

With that, the captor abruptly terminated the call, leaving Kurapika with no opportunity to respond.

After a few moments of deliberation, Kurapika immediately dialed Loki's number.

"What is it?" Loki's voice responded from the other end of the line.

"Gon and Killua have been captured," Kurapika reported urgently. "They're demanding that you meet them, otherwise they'll kill Gon and Killua."

"Loki, when you go, stall them. I'll try to rescue Gon and Killua," Kurapika continued, his voice laced with urgency.

"Where are you? I'll come and we'll work together," Kurapika added, his words tumbling out in rapid succession.

Loki patiently waited for Kurapika to finish speaking before calmly responding with a single, understated sentence...

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