Please ask the dream.

Chapter 68 Time flies

"That's it?"

Standing on the street, Feng Xue and other onlookers looked at the target with a card stuck in his neck, lying in a pool of blood, and they all fell into a state of confusion.

He designed seven assassination plans and prepared twelve backup plans. He was fully prepared for a series of possibilities such as tests by the police, colleagues, and organizations. He even prepared five escape routes and stole three low- and mid-range cars that he had carefully inspected and placed on different routes.

result……

That's it?

Feng Xue, who was tense but ultimately did not see any twists and turns, felt bored and turned back to the hotel where he was staying.

As if she had received the news, when he passed by the front desk, the young and pretty waitress lowered her voice and said:

"Mr. Feng Xue, you still have five days of free time. You can continue to travel around the city, or arrange a return flight ticket immediately."

"Just help me arrange the return trip." Feng Xue gave the answer without thinking too much. He had already visited the city and had basically investigated all the places that were easy to investigate. As for more detailed things, such as whether there were underground forces or black markets, even if he stayed for five days, he might not be able to investigate them all.

Not to mention that he was suffering from the illiteracy debuff and couldn't see the words in the book at all. Staying here any longer would just be a waste of time.

Not knowing when he will wake up from this "strange dream", he prefers to spend his time on self-improvement.

……

After returning to the orchard base and getting off the plane, Feng Xue saw the teacher walking towards him. At this time, he was not as serious as before. Instead, he had a smile on his face and nodded as he looked at him:

"Well done, it doesn't feel like your first mission at all!"

As he said this, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Feng Xue——

"These anonymous points are your reward for being the first in your class. You can have a good rest, but you are still a 'cannon fodder' and must complete at least one mission every month. If you forget, we will assign you a new one. But with the level you have shown, I believe you will become a full member in two years at most. Oh, by the way, the identity information I sent to you before has been invalidated. It is up to you whether you keep it or destroy it directly..."

This teacher was just like before, not giving Feng Xue any chance to speak. After speaking a long string of words rapidly, he disappeared from sight. This unnatural speed of disappearance must have been caused by some kind of structural technique!

Feng Xue, who was hesitant to speak, sighed, put away the anonymous points, and walked towards the library.

Although it was certain that he could not see the information in the book in his dream, he still felt that he should give it a try.

After all, with Goldfinger's stingy personality, if the library is useless, there is no need to create it specifically, right?

With this thought in mind, Feng Xue entered the library, and then he came out.

How to say it? That’s right! Look.

Because most of the information in the library is unreadable whiteboards, but the reason why I say most is because there is still a part that can be read, but the problem is that this part is all assassination techniques.

Feng Xue, who has mastered the basic knowledge of assassination techniques in all fields, can theoretically deduce the assassination techniques of any faction.

After all, assassination is similar to anatomy, medicine and the like. The basic knowledge is actually the majority of the knowledge. Going further is just learning the application and expansion of these basic knowledge, and more is about accumulating experience.

Of course, expert and master-level killers often have some unique skills, but that kind of thing is obviously not simply placed in the library, and it is difficult to learn this kind of skills that require constant practice to master just from books.

"Considering that Joshua Johnson comes from an orchard, the orchard's strongest point should be the use of firearms. This is my weakness, so let's start from there." Thinking this in his mind, Feng Xue went to school to take a month-long shooting course.

After all, in addition to talent, a lot of training is also essential for shooting. Without a large amount of bullets, it is almost impossible to become a sharpshooter.

……

The days passed one by one, and Feng Xue switched back and forth between classes and tasks. From cannon fodder to a tool, and then to a killer with his own name who occasionally received designated missions, the courses he took were also slowly changing.

From the initial shooting training, to the later ultra-long-range sniping, to rapid-fire aiming, and then to later spending a large amount of money to consult famous teachers within the organization to learn auxiliary subjects such as gun adjustment and bullet assembly.

His learning speed was amazing, because he already had a complete knowledge system in the relevant field in his mind. The guidance of the famous teachers in the organization only allowed him to transform theory into practice more efficiently, and four years passed in the blink of an eye.

Yes, wink.

Feng Xue didn't know whether it was because of his repetitive life routine that caused a distorted sense of time, or because of the particularity of this dream world itself. Although he had clearly experienced four years, he felt that everything seemed to have happened in an instant. This feeling was particularly obvious when he was sleeping, as if as long as he closed his eyes, the next moment would immediately be the next day.

Moreover, this feeling became more intense as time went by. At the beginning, he could still remember his interactions with the young ladies in Entertainment Street, but later on, it was like a big dream in spring, and in a trance, it was already the next day. All he could really remember seemed to be honing his skills and completing tasks.

Feng Xue, who had already finished learning firearms and began to study bows, crossbows, blowguns and other techniques, gradually realized that this might mean that this stage was about to end, so he began to study even harder.

……

Time passed rapidly. Feng Xue stood blankly in front of the mirror in the dormitory, looking at the face in it. However, something in her mind seemed to suddenly shatter.

In this dream, theoretically, twenty years had passed. Although in his own sense of time, it was only a few months, his physical growth did not stop there.

And it was only at this moment that he finally remembered the face of the person in the mirror——

This is his cellmate!

He is not the gangster senior in the Longchang Enlightenment Node, but the cellmate in the real Beehive Prison who lives right across from him and whom he sees every day when eating!

“This is someone else’s dream!”

Feng Xue's mind, which had been somewhat sluggish due to the strange changes in time, suddenly trembled, and the mirror in front of him that reflected "his" face was suddenly covered with cracks.

As the lens collapsed, the environment around Feng Xue suddenly changed. The single toilet in the dormitory turned into a public toilet with rows of urinals. The mirror in front of him turned into a window. Outside the window was a busy street with pedestrians coming and going. Feng Xue glanced down and found that the hands were different from before.

"No, it's not different! This is my hand, or the hand of my predecessor!"

The moment Feng Xue realized this, a strong sense of crisis suddenly erupted. It was the intuition about death that he had accumulated during the twenty years of missions. Although the twenty years seemed to be fleeting like a dream, the countless missions and studies were deeply engraved in his memory!

"boom!"

A trace of pain brushed across Feng Xue's cheek, as she tried her best to turn her head away, followed by a belated gunshot.

Feng Xue looked in the direction where the bullet came from. Although he couldn't see the face clearly at a distance of 500 meters, the familiar figure and movements made Feng Xue recognize the killer's identity immediately!

"That's me... No, the master of this dream!"

(End of this chapter)