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Chapter 253 Huangfu Zuoren's Work

In the presidential suite of Jiangbo Hotel, Huangfu Zuoren sat cross-legged on the bed with a laptop on his knees. Two avatars kept flashing, sending him messages. The notes next to the avatars were "Prince Carter" and "An Gangjia" respectively.

To Huangfu Zuoren, this was originally just a trivial private investigation, but as luck would have it, the target that the An Gang family asked him to track happened to be connected with the British royal family. In this way, he could make two fortunes from one business.

But money was only secondary to this commission. The most important thing was that Carter agreed to give him the bone-tipped pen as a reward to thank him.

If he had that pen, his evaluation of his abilities in the industry would probably jump up five or six levels at once.

Huangfu Zuoren understood that the greater the risk, the greater the reward, and vice versa, the greater the reward, the higher the risk.

Since Prince Carter is willing to use the bone pen as a reward, this commission is destined to be complicated and even very dangerous.

But for someone like him who is used to dancing on the edge of a knife, this is not a problem. Just like walking on a tightrope is a life-threatening challenge for ordinary people, but for circus performers, it is nothing more than a daily routine.

Huangfu Zuoren slid the touch screen on his laptop, pulled down the chat history, and carefully read the new information sent by the two bosses again.

[An Gangjia: Recently, I have observed that the Control Bureau has established an industrial park near the ruins of Yuezhuo Village, and included the ruins of Yuezhuo Village. It is highly likely that the Control Bureau has taken control of Yuezhuo Village and obtained the ladder to the Seven-branch Historical Tree, but I will inform you within three days as to where the ladder leads to.]

"As expected of a family close to the Clock Tower, they were able to find out the age of the new ladder in such a short time. That's amazing." Huangfu Zuoren praised with a smile, then opened another chat interface.

[Prince Carter: I asked my brother to bring you the soul cage and the reasoning diary. If you succeed this time, I can not only give you the skeleton pen, but also introduce you to the Assassin Cult.]

Huangfu Zuoren's pupils shrank slightly, and his gaze lingered on the last five words for a long time.

He didn't expect that Carter would take the initiative to introduce him to the famous assassin organization. Although he had asked the other party many times before, asking how to join the Assassins and euphemistically asked to join the Assassins, he was fooled by Carter.

But this time, Carter actually offered to introduce him to the possessed spirit!

Huangfu Zuoren's fingers fell on the keyboard, hesitated for a moment, and typed the following line of words: [What is the test task? ]

[The old man in the mountain allows me to entrust you to do this as a test for your joining the group.] Carter replied.

Huangfu Zuoren clenched his fists, took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and re-examined the difficulty and importance of this mission.

For a task to be used by the Assassins as a test for joining the group, the danger must be beyond the personal ability of the executor.

The Assassins are an organization of assassins that values ​​defeating the strong with the weak the most. Therefore, the test tasks are not based on what the public considers to be high difficulty, but are judged based on the strength of the person involved. If a disabled person in a wheelchair can easily kill a well-trained healthy person, then he or she can be considered to have the qualities of an assassin.

Similarly, if a supernatural being has the ability to destroy a city but cannot defeat an enemy stronger than himself, he is not qualified to join the group. This strange requirement seems to involve superstitious worship within the group, but there has never been a definite statement about which god the Assassins believe in.

Some say that the Assassins adhere to a secretive operative under the Waning Moon.

Some say that the Assassins keep repeating the assassination in order to imitate the experience of a certain agent under the Blood God before his promotion, and to gain power by pleasing the other party.

Others say that Assassin saw himself as a tool of splitting scissors, objectified himself with the assassin's code, and regarded assassination as the severing of life.

But outsiders have no way of knowing what the truth is.

Huangfu Zuoren wanted to join in for another reason.

The computer beeped again, and An Gangjia sent a new message.

An Gangjia: [I sent you something. This thing is for you just in case. If you want to fight him, this thing can increase your survival rate. But if you use this thing, then we will only pay you money.]

"The props specifically used to deal with [trump cards], plus the soul-imprisoning birdcage and reasoning notes, should be enough." Huangfu Zuoren closed his notebook, opened his toolbox, and checked his commonly used props one by one.

A dagger with only a wooden handle and a blade that looks like a translucent shadow.

A Mauser rifle commonly used by German snipers during World War II.

A roll of bandage with only a thin layer of bandage left.

These are all his equipment. The strongest person he has killed since he started his career was a level 4 fugitive criminal. He used this Mauser rifle that could be charged with corresponding magical power to shoot the target in the head from a distance of 300 meters.

Although the assassination was very lucky and thrilling at that time, if the current Huangfu Zuoren were to do it again, he would be confident that he could do it better. He is no longer the novice who just entered the industry.

At the same time, in the dormitory of the Control Bureau, Xia Shou had just finished washing up under the care of Alice, and lay down on the bed, ready to have a good sleep.

After high-intensity overtime and brain exercise, he didn't want to stay in the Root Sea for long, nor did he want to go to the choir club again. He just wanted to have a good sleep today, have a long-lost dream, and then wake up when the alarm rings the next day to wipe away all the fatigue of the day.

"Good night, Master Xia Shou." Alice said good night gently, "I wish you a good dream."

“Alice, you didn’t speak when you had dinner with Su Yue today.”

"I feel like as a maid, I shouldn't interrupt in that kind of situation."

"It's okay. If you have anything to say, you can say it anytime. It's the same anytime. You don't have to be so restrained next time." Xia Shou replied.

Alice chuckled and sighed, "You are so gentle. I know. Go to sleep."

Xia Shou closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and then sank into the sea of ​​origin.

This time, he planned to casually observe the Root Sea and then leave the Root Sea and enter a normal dream.

But just as he sank into the sea, he saw a letter floating in the water in front of him.

The letter was in a yellow envelope commonly used in ancient China. In the middle of the envelope was a red frame drawn with a vermilion pen, and in the red frame were written a vertical line of words: [Respectfully presented by Li Tianhe].

Xia Shou immediately frowned and thought, what the hell is this?
He reached out and fished the letter out of the sea water, turned it over, and found a seal on the back.

Xia Shou tore open the letter, carefully pulled out the letter paper, and then unfolded it in the sea water.

The first sentence in the letter was: [Dear Sir, Sir]

(End of this chapter)