After a few days, Zhang Yang finally understood the change Felicity said he would soon feel. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ●⌒，

- No killer wants to take on the task he has set for it.

On Wednesday, after listening to Felicity's explanation, Zhang Yang chose three more tasks to locate on his own, and he was extremely cautious when he had no chance to make mistakes again, not only repeatedly confirming the location of the three targets, but also providing all the detailed information he could.

The three targets selected this time are slightly larger, and if all of them are completed, he can get a commission of nearly 100,000 US dollars.

However, as of today, Sunday, it has been four full days, and none of the three missions have been claimed, Zhang Yang will not be naïve to think that the killers have gone on vacation......

In fact, Zhang Yang quickly understood. Every mission of a killer is an action involving his own life, and no one wants to put their safety in the hands of a hacker with a success rate of only 83 percent, who knows if they will become the next one in six?

Sitting in front of the computer, Zhang Yang touched his chin with a headache, once the positioning information is more than seven days, it will be invalid, if no one answers, his hard work will be in vain. What's more, what if no one picks it up in the future......

There was a knock on the door, Zhang Yang closed the page, and Su Yiqing, who had just finished blowing her hair, poked her head in.

"I'm alright, let's go......"

A pink and white knitted sweater with a fringed skirt, Su Yiqing stood at the door with a delicate bag, smiling, with a bit of intellectual elegance.

"What's wrong with the beauty?" Zhang Yang pretended to be a nymphomaniac and whistled, and his frivolous appearance made Su Yiqing so embarrassed that he was about to rush up and hit him, Zhang Yang hurriedly jumped on the bed, "Okay, wait for me." ”

As soon as he took out his wallet from the bedside, Su Yiqing intimately threw his bank card over. Glared at him cutely: "Huh...... Give it to you first, and remember to hand it in after you pay the money. ”

Zhang Yang shrugged indifferently, put the card in his wallet, took the hat and put it on, then jumped out of bed and rubbed her hair viciously: "Let's go." ”

"I hate it, I just blew it!" Su Yiqing slapped him a few times angrily. "Did you write down what Gu Bei said last night?"

Su Yiqing didn't know if he missed those times during the summer vacation, last night in the video time of the three of them, he suddenly decided to buy a piano and put it in the apartment, Gu Bei, who was coming back in less than two months, naturally raised his hands in favor, and he also gave a lot of suggestions to Zhang Yang, who knew the piano best, and let Zhang Yang write it down.

Zhang Yang took out a note from his pocket and raised it with a smile: "Just buy an electric piano, why do you remember so much......

After all, the apartment is not Su Yiqing's villa, and the grand piano not only occupies a place, but it is also a problem to move up. The three of them are just discussing buying an electric piano, and they can usually practice their hands.

"How do you know you don't need it, let's go!"

……

When Zhang Yang drove Su Yiqing to the piano shop under the warm afternoon sun, the first rays of morning light in London had just bloomed.

Outside the window, the fog was thick, and the whole city was still in the silence of the early morning, and Moriste, who had always had a strict routine, opened his eyes from his unfamiliar bedroom.

He sat up and meditated for ten minutes, and then completed a complex set of exercises from his fingertips to his body, before he got up and washed. Then step into the unfamiliar kitchen and make breakfast for yourself.

He doesn't have a home of his own and never stays in a hotel. Every place to go. He will always find the house where the owner is not and then live in it naturally, packing up everything and leaving before the owner returns.

Finding the toast ham and sausage, he brewed another cup of fragrant coffee, sat down at the table, and finished his breakfast in earnest and silence.

No matter what you do. He has always been attentive.

Clean up, wash and restore the kitchen and dining table to its original state. Then he went to the study, sat down at his desk, and at some point a dagger with a unique shape appeared in his hand. Reflecting the morning light outside the window, I wiped it carefully.

The blade is strangely curved like a snake, the blade is cold, extending the tip of the blade with a slight hook, like the fangs of a king snake, and the gauntlet is endowed with a pair of angelic wings, and the whole dagger is like a fusion of evil and holiness.

If someone familiar with the dark history of the West sees it, it can easily recognize that this is the "spiritual wing" among the ten famous daggers in the West.

In 19th-century Europe, countless gangsters and important members of terrorist organizations died under this dagger, which made it known as the "Spirit Wing of God" at that time. Then, for more than a hundred years, the dagger was missing and no trace was lost.

Mortiste has been with his teacher since he was seven years old, and the dagger that the teacher handed him has always been by his side, and it is like a part of his body, intimate.

His teacher came from an ancient organization of church killers, and unlike today's organizations that simply train killing machines, they not only adhere to their beliefs, but also insist on discerning between good and evil.

The Order has always been a one-story organization, and after the death of his teacher, he became the only inheritor of this ancient organization in the world. Until now, he didn't understand how his teacher had discovered his talent and trained him to become the killer he is today.

The faint sunlight that pierced through the fog crawled past the window, landed on the cold blade, and the next moment, the dagger in his hand was gone.

Opening the computer on his desk, he boarded the League of Assassins.

On the personal page, the forty-three mission completion records are not very surprising at first glance, and any killer above B level in the alliance has a record that far exceeds this number. But if you notice the time when his account was registered, it is enough to shock most killers.

In less than a year, 43 goals meant he had to complete an average task per week.

Killers on the verge of life and death need to use various ways to relieve inhuman pressure, and no matter how harsh the organization is, it will not force any of their killers to take on the task at such an extreme speed.

What's more, in this state, it still maintains a 100% success rate, which is crazy.

But, for him, forty-three, is still far from his goal......

Like Zhang Yang, his search task is never to look at the amount, but to see if the target has a damn reason.

Unexpectedly opened one of the missions of Zhang Yang's positioning, the target was completely in line with his conditions, and the location was in Manchester, not far from him, but the success rate of hackers made him frown a little.

Barbarian......

His ice-blue eyes moved slightly, remembering the assassination he had done three blocks away not long ago, and the mother who had been standing in front of the baby in the autumn sun......

During that mission, the hacker gave him a detailed and detailed information......

He hit the confirmation button.

Back in his bedroom, picking up his old case, he set off for Manchester. (To be continued.) )

ps: I'm sorry, I went to the hospital with my mother for a review today, and I tossed for a day, only this one, I'm sorry. u