"Assassination -----" Benny groaned as his fingers tapped on the table, thoughts running around trying to find something. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The Intelligence Department is infiltrating Stormwind's underground black market, but it's tough, our people are all fresh faces, and they're not easy to trust. Sylvanas quickly became familiar with the work of the Intelligence Department, and most of the people in the operations team had been trained by her and were very easy to use.

"The intelligence department's capabilities need to be strengthened, and most of our people still rely on magical equipment, and they will not face these 'simple scenes' in the future. "Lordaeron lacks real thieves, Benny doesn't know if it's because they ran faster during the disaster or what, anyway, the current intelligence department is more like scouts than intelligence officers. Arthas's father-killing campaign resulted in the loss of Lordaeron's essence, which gave Benny a chance to break and stand still, but it also left a lot of sequelae.

"A real thief, training doesn't happen overnight. "Sylvanas has seen some of humanity's thieves, who are not as 'vulgar' as the name of their profession is.

"I'll think about it when I go back, the intelligence department is sometimes more important than the army. "Ravenhold is in Lordaeron, Benny has neglected the existence of this organization before, and there is no time and conditions to contact them at that time, after returning this time, maybe you can think of a way to do it to them, it is the best intelligence and assassination organization in the previous life, a more 'professional' organization than MI7.

"I told them to step up. "The various forces of Stormwind City are intricately intertwined, and their mutual penetration has made Stormwind City's shadow full of loopholes, and the Intelligence Department has found no less than forty 'suspicious people' in Stormwind Fortress, this is the palace of Stormwind City!

"Good work. Benny smiled, the work of the Intelligence Department is not usually obvious, but their workload is greater than anyone else's, and just finding useful clues from all kinds of information is enough for people to be anxious, Benny ----- he is a theorist.

Sylvanas' pointed ears twitched suddenly, and she stood up and looked behind her.

"What's the matter?"

"The information that Thirteen just sent back. A letter appeared out of thin air in the air, and Sylvanas took it unfazed and sat back in her chair.

"It's intelligence from the Wild West. Sylvanas said as she watched. "The situation of the 'Brotherhood of Defia' has been basically figured out. Sylvanas handed the letter to Benny.

Benny glanced at the letter, he already knew what was written on it.

"Launch the 'Clean Program'. Benny looked behind Sylvanas, his mental strength could sense that Zero was still there, these intelligence agents hid themselves in the darkness almost all the time, but it wasn't meant to be scary, they had to be familiar with the darkness in order to make better use of it, being an invisible person was not so pleasant.

"Zero leads the team directly, you have the right to mobilize all personnel of the Intelligence Department, and Redpass will assist you. ”

"Yes!" a dull response came from the air.

Benny opened his desk and took out a badge and threw it behind Sylvanas, the badge disappeared into thin air, it was Benny's 'Authorized Emblem', without this, the resources that others could call on were rather limited except for the head of the Intelligence Department.

"In less than a month, we'll be home!" Benny smiled unconsciously as the corners of his mouth curled.

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Wild West, Alexton Farm.

This is a small refugee stronghold, and some potatoes have been planted by refugees on the still cultivable land, and although they will be looted when they receive the goods, people will still consciously hand over some potatoes as seeds, and other times, they rely on cooperation to grab some rotten meat from the vulture's mouth to eat, which is better than nothing, isn't it?

"What to eat at night?" said a refugee, slumped on a tattered cloth blanket, stirring the iron pot on the fire, the green soup looking less like food and more like poison.

"The same old way. Another refugee lay on the sidelines, banging on his leg and dangling boredly.

"When can we start?" the refugee sighed as he suddenly threw away the pot and spoon in his hand.

"Do you want to die?" the refugee lying next to him glanced at him.

"Hey. Reluctantly, the refugee picked up the pot and spoon and continued to stir the soup that he didn't even know what he had put in.

The dangling feet suddenly staggered, and the refugee lying next to him suddenly turned around and put his ears on the rag blanket.

"It's time to clean. The air beside him suddenly fluctuated, and the refugees who were lying on their stomachs slowly got up, and the refugees who were stirring the soup had already stood up.

"When?"

"Now. ”

"Got it. The two refugees looked at each other with excitement and anticipation in their eyes.

"I'm not going to tell anyone about the way you have your ass. There was a smile in the air.

"Phew!" the refugee spat on the ground. "I knew it was you, Thirty-Two. ”

"It's faster, the owner is already a little dissatisfied. ”

"Got it!" the refugee ran to the door, looked left and right, ran to the collapsed fireplace, removed a few charred stones, and pulled out a package.

The weeds in front of the door suddenly fluctuated, and the refugee looked back to see that the thirty-second was gone.

"Move fast!" The thinner refugee walked to the door and urged, and the refugee behind him opened the package and took out a black leather armor, picked off the rags on his body in three or two clicks, and put on the leather armor with faster movements.

With a tap on the shoulder, the emaciated refugee turned around, and his companion, already shrouded in black leather armor, took his place.

"Can you tell me now, where is our mission!" said the man in black leather armor, glancing left and right.

"On the outskirts of Yuexi Town, according to the plan, there will be people connecting with us. As he spoke, the black figure was tapped on the shoulder, and his companion was ready.

"What about our 'roommates'?"

"No one will pay attention to two less refugees, go!"

The air fluctuated, and two figures disappeared into the air, the rags on the fire crackling.

"Cot!Brie, you two damn lazy fellows, I told you you to go together!" a skinny figure that could be removed by a gust of wind hurried into the room, and he glanced left and right, "See what -----I found?" He walked over to the soup pot with a bone stick with a few shredded flesh on it.

"These two guys aren't going to run away. He scooped up the spoon and took a sip. "These two lazy guys have a good way at making soup. He threw the bones into the soup pot and stood up suddenly.

"They're gone, isn't this my own?" he looked around with a smile on his face. "It's better never to come back!" (To be continued.) )