There is an unknown town on the border between Luxembourg and Germany, and it is difficult to find its location even on the map, but in the northwest of the town is a dilapidated castle, known locally as the Ghost Castle, which used to be visited by European explorers, and was bought five years ago and became a private property.

But the townspeople rarely see the owner of the castle, and only occasionally the butler drives to the town to buy some necessities.

Judging from the butler's pretension and conversation, the new owner of the castle must have been a well-bred member of the European royal family, at least that's what the townspeople thought.

After the cold snap a month ago, it was also winter, the leaves of the broad-leaved forest around the castle all withered, the howling cold wind blew through the mountains, making a ghost-like whimpering sound, the dilapidated castle was even more gloomy and cold, if it were not for the conifers of the surrounding mountains and a few lines of green, people who stepped into this place thought that they were in a ghost.

Inside the castle, the fireplace is lit early, giving off a good smell of pine wood, and the burning red flame is reflected, bringing a bit of warmth to this cold castle.

A young man was sitting on a chair by the fireplace, enjoying the red wine in his glass, he had long blond hair, his face was soft, only the lowered blue eyes, flickering in the light of the flames, inadvertently revealing a bit of murderous intent.

The middle-aged butler was dressed in a black dress, his hands were down, and he stood straight beside him, with a fake gentle smile on his face.

The young man shook the red wine in the glass, looking from the transparent glass, under the light of the fire, like the purest fresh blood, he took a sip, his lips became even more red, and suddenly asked, "So there is no news of Neck?" ”

"Yes, we have contacted organizations and people, and they have all replied that there is no trace of him, but according to the information, he should not be dead."

"If he doesn't want to show his face, even if you turn the earth over, you won't find him."

"Do you want to continue sending someone to look for it?"

"Forget it, he will show up on his own when the time comes, he is not a person who can stand loneliness."

"Yes, sir."

"Kidd and Vidu are dead?"

"Yes, sir. I've gotten the news from Interpol, it's confirmed. ”

"The Celestial Empire police are so powerful, huh? Perhaps this mysterious oriental power has a power unknown to us. ”

"That mission hasn't been completed yet, are we going to continue sending people?"

The young man laughed and said, "Send someone? Who pays me? I heard that the employers have all been killed, but it's a pity that our organization has two sharp knives. ”

"So what do we do next?"

The young man was lost in thought, his long blond hair hanging down and shining, and the hall was silent, except for the mottled sound of burning wood.

"I said that our organization should have been transformed a long time ago, and some time ago a Chinese song gave me a reminder that it is said to be a farce of a cyber hacker organization called the Dark Alliance, but if we can master this organization, then do we still need to run around and kill people?" In this era of network technology, whoever can control the organization can control everything. ”

"It's not easy to find the leader of this organization."

"I probably have some clues, but it's easy to find the creator of this song."

"Then we have to continue to send people to the Celestial Empire?"

The young man flicked his tongue, his bright red lips curled, and said with a smile: "This time we are not going to kill people, but to contact singers as music producers, the Celestial Empire is the place of ** law after all, and they will welcome foreign people with a friendly attitude to understand their country." ”

"Who are you going to send to this mission? Red? ”

"No, she's gone, I have a better candidate."

The young man put the wine glass on the black wooden stake coffee table in front of him, stood up, and his long figure blocked the fire, leaving a large beating shadow behind him, and the whole castle suddenly became dark.

"It's time for the Spider and the Baron to be dispatched."

Spider and Baron are two newcomers to the Order.

After the clown died, he was discovered and reused by the organization. In less than two years, they have cooperated to complete many assassination missions, the most famous is that the assassination of the speaker of the United States Congress three months ago has only been regarded as an accidental death by all the people of the United States.

Their idol is the clown.

With a smile in the corner of his eyes, the butler said, "Yes, they are just right, I will arrange their trip." ”

"No, you misunderstood what I meant, this is just a contact, I heard that Sony Records is currently very interested in that singer, use our relationship, let them get used to Sony."

"They're going to love music as much as they love killing."

"You go and arrange it!"

"Yes, King."

The butler turned and walked into the depths of the dark castle, the whole of which echoed, and the sound of the heels of his shoes hitting the stone slabs was light and heavy, like a percussion melody.

In the foggy capital of England, the night was deep, the sky was drifting with light rain, and the whole city was filled with a haze.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, and a girl who was off work at a bar stopped at the corner of the street, and by the street lamp, looked distressed at her coat and coat, which was stained with large mud spots.

She had bought this Italian designer coat for a month's salary, and just now a speeding car, splashed muddy water, spilled on her coat, leaving a large smudge.

She stood for a moment, and then the car reversed back.

The girl complained and looked at the man who got out of the car, the dim light could not see his appearance clearly, but the straight suit and shiny leather shoes all hinted at the gentlemanly demeanor of the English.

"I'm sorry, miss, I was in too much of a hurry just now."

"It's not something that can be solved by being sorry, you have to pay for my cleaning fees."

She works in a bar, and her personality is a little spicy.

"Okay, no problem, do you need me to give you a ride?"

"No, no."

Since the other party is so easy to speak, the girl's tone is much softer.

"No, you have to come with me."

The gentleman pulled out a silver revolver and pointed it at the girl.

The girl's eyes became frightened and desperate, and her voice trembled, "You are the Friday killer?" ”

The gentleman sneered nervously, "That's what the newspapers call me, yes, I am, and you're lucky enough to be my seventh prey." ”

The girl showed a weird smile and said, "It's finally waiting for you." ”

"What, you're a police ......"

The girl swept up her coat to obscure his view, and a sharp knife that shimmered with cold light cut through it, severing his throat at the same time.

"No, I'm a spider!" (To be continued.) )