Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 197 Hmm? What's going on? Fuck me?
The most important thing for a qualified killer is to grasp the information and control the timing, then attack decisively according to the target in the order, and kill with one blow.

They had never failed before. The imperial envoy? They were going to kill the imperial envoy. As for the killing, naturally someone would clean up their asses for them afterwards, but they didn't care how they cleaned up.

After entering Yanmen Pass, the brother and sister killers lay in ambush and looked for an opportunity. The orders told them to be quick, so they did not have much time to track and investigate, so they usually chose the simplest and most direct way, taking advantage of the solitary enemy to kill them with two quick strikes.

Xia Lin didn't realize at this moment that he was being targeted. He was rushing to the River Channel Yamen to check the accounts on the pretext of withholding wages for migrant workers. As soon as he entered, he found two people burning the account books inside. He went up and kicked over the brazier, and all the people in the River Channel Yamen were taken under control.

He doesn't need to concentrate too much on the trial now, as Commander Chen Qi has already sent people to assist him in handling the case. Besides, he is not really here to investigate the case, he just wants to stir up trouble. After all, this kind of case will eventually be mended even if it makes a hole in the sky, because if the hole is allowed to leak out, the sky will collapse.

So now that everything was almost ready, Xia Lin naturally had some free time. Although the Chinese New Year had passed, the Lantern Festival was more popular here. So after closing the Hedao Yamen, Xia Lin started shopping for Lantern Festival items on the street with Miss Tang.

"After the Lantern Festival, I will go back to Luoyang with you to deal with the Tang family's affairs."

"Yeah." Tang Bao'er walked down the street holding Xia Lin's hand, quite naturally. She was not in a hurry after hearing his words: "You should deal with the things on hand first. I am not in a hurry for this matter. If it really doesn't work out, I simply don't want anything and ask you for some money to start from scratch."

"It's not impossible."

After Xia Lin finished speaking, he suddenly felt a probing gaze from the side and rear. This almost instinctive alertness made him immediately begin to rehearse and defend himself in his mind.

But he did not look back. His excellent anti-reconnaissance knowledge and long-term lurking work made him appear very calm and natural at this moment.

"Tang Bao'er, go back by yourself later."

"what happened?"

Tang Baoer was a person with a quick mind and a clear mind. She noticed the subtle changes in Xia Lin the first time, so she asked in a low voice: "I'm not sure yet, but when you turn the corner, go back first, and remember to be natural."

"Yeah." Tang Baoer tightly grasped Xia Lin's sleeves: "Are you okay?"

"Hey, I was captured by hundreds of people in Japan and I was able to escape smoothly. This little thing is nothing."

"You're talking nonsense again." Tang Baoer stretched out her finger and poked him in the face: "You, you always say weird things."

"Don't worry, it's okay."

When the two came to the next intersection, Tang Baoer made up an excuse and they separated. Xia Lin entered a street with more people while Tang Baoer went straight home.

In fact, he was not worried about Tang Baoer's safety. Whether he wanted to assassinate her or do something else, it would be the stupidest choice to involve unrelated people, because not only could he not be sure whether the target would surrender, but it would also expose his own purpose and whereabouts.

This kind of thing is a big taboo for lurkers, so whenever he saw such plots in movies and TV series before, he would sneer at them. Agents are not like company bosses. Kidnapping is useless and may lead to the destruction of their base by others.

Sure enough, after Tang Baoer left, Xia Lin could still feel that he was being watched whenever he stopped in front of a stall for a moment. He was almost certain that someone was targeting him.

The first rule of survival for agents: The only person you can trust in the world is yourself. You must unconditionally believe in your own judgment or hunch.

He laughed, but not because he was nervous but because he was really excited. Isn't this like catching a great white shark? He, Xia, has seven years of training and ten years of actual combat experience. He has been a bodyguard for big shots, a middleman selling arms, a peacekeeper and a diplomat. He has attended world-class security conferences, fought against traitors all over the world, and even went to Africa to stare at rhinos.

He originally thought that all his abilities would be useless here, but who knew that there would still be someone who was determined to make him go to the toilet.

He walked down the street with a calm and normal look on his face, strolling around various stalls, buying hairpins, hairpins, and a roll of expensive horsetail fishing line, and then bought some odds and ends from several stalls, dangling them in his hands. It was almost evening, and Xia Lin even ate a bowl of flatbread on the roadside to kill some time, with three portions of stewed meat and two eggs.

Finally, it was night. Xia Lin left the small market humming a song and strolled along the dim bluestone road towards the mansion.

He was humming a song, playing with the iron hairpin in his hand, and carrying some small gadgets on his other arm. He looked like an unsuspecting night traveler.

Just when he went about forty or fifty meters deep into the alley, almost away from the hustle and bustle of the outside street, a faint sound appeared behind him.

Ordinary people, almost all of them, cannot separate this kind of sound from the faint sound coming from the street dozens of meters away. However, people who have received professional training can clearly distinguish the layers of distance, and can even rely on these sounds to judge the specific distance. For example, Xia Lin's master can judge the size, speed and direction of an object by the sound coming from fifteen meters away. It is really no different from special abilities.

Xia Lin clicked his tongue at this moment, and began to replay the road he had just passed in his mind. This place was surrounded by walls on both sides, and there was no yard to hide in, which meant that his current position was already the best spot.

So he immediately stopped and stood there, and as he stood still, the imperceptible footsteps behind him also stopped.

Suddenly, Xia Lin turned around and looked at the two people hiding in the darkness in the dim light. Then, without any warning, he began to accelerate and rushed towards the two people.

The two killers were also confused. In the past, they either took the target by surprise or killed them after they begged for mercy in pain. They had never seen the target turn around and run towards them.
But a killer is a killer after all, so they didn't panic. They just thought Xia Lin might be crazy and drew the sword at their waist.

Xia Lin rushed over very quickly, and their two knives were also very fast, stabbing directly towards the direction where Xia Lin was rushing towards. Normal dodging was impossible at this speed, but Xia Lin obviously predicted their movements and dodged half a second in advance, then turned around and avoided the two killers.

At this moment of passing each other, the hairpin had already penetrated into the temple of one of the killers, and the man fell limply to the ground.

There's no hope, this thing is definitely dead. After all, the tail of a hairpin flower can be fifteen centimeters long, and if it's piled ten centimeters in from the temple, even the Jade Emperor can't stop it.

Just as the male killer fell down and the female killer was stunned, Xia Lin suddenly grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her to the ground. The huge force made the back of the female killer's head hit the bluestone slab with a thud. Then Xia Lin stepped on her knife-holding hand with one hand and pressed his other leg on her neck. He twisted his hand and turned her over and pressed her down.

Xia Lin then pulled out the fishing line and first wrapped it around the female assassin's thumb, and then tightly wrapped her two little fingers together. This way, she had almost no way to break free, and could only have Xia Lin press his knee on the back of her head so that she could not move.

"What a lousy level, not satisfying." Xia Lin said as he cleaned up: "I hope you can get some experts here next time, you guys are too inexperienced."

By now the female assassin had recovered from the shock, her head was still dizzy, but she had lost control of her body.

She really didn't expect that this task, which she thought was an easy one, would make her fail. The scholar who looked so weak and helpless attacked so quickly that she couldn't see his movements clearly. More importantly, it was obvious that he had practiced his prediction.

There was nothing fancy about it, it was quick, steady, accurate and ruthless, and it was aimed at killing people. After all, the female assassin was also an expert, and she knew that if he hadn't wanted to capture her alive, she would have definitely not survived.

Usually, the first thing a killer would do after being caught is to commit suicide. She had already used her tongue to dig out the poison hidden behind her molars and was ready to bite it, but Xia Lin came over and dislocated her jaw with a snap. Then he reached into her mouth, rummaged around, found the poison and threw it into the toilet, then stuffed the five silk bellybands he had just bought into her mouth.

"You are still too young, little sister." Xia Lin patted her face and said, "Why don't you ask what I used to do? But it's not your fault. You haven't received any systematic training yet."

After saying that, he covered the female assassin's mouth and nose with his hands. After a while, she fainted due to suffocation. Without saying a word, Xia Lin wrapped her up with the bed sheet and pillow he had just bought and carried her on his shoulders. It looked like some New Year's goods he bought on the street. He carried her through the streets and turned to walk towards the government office.

Xia Lin was carrying a living person without anyone noticing him. As soon as he entered the government office, he shouted, "Someone, a kind-hearted person is here to deliver political achievements!"

(End of this chapter)