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London, Heathrow International Airport, has just fallen a drizzle, and the road surface is a little wet.

Outside Terminal 3, a short-haired man wearing gray short sleeves and a black leather jacket looks at a mechanical watch from time to time.

And a white beauty beside him, tall, wearing a floral pleated skirt and holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

The two stand together, like an ordinary couple, and are stylish and charming.

People passing by would never have imagined that such a pair of sunny-looking men and women are professional killers in the dark and terrifying underground world.

"Shirley, the two of them are here!" Blood Feather's eyes lit up, and he saw a man and a woman coming out.

Shirley immediately greeted her and gave the flowers in her hand to Tang Wei, who was smiling.

"Dear President, welcome back to London".

Tang Wei, who was wearing a lilac tunic dress, was charming and charming, and she was particularly eye-catching in the crowd that came out.

She took off her sunglasses, took the flowers, and hugged Shirley.

"Why do you still send flowers? So grand? ”

"Of course, to congratulate you on your upcoming succession to the throne of the president, take the opportunity to make a statement," Shirley said with a smile.

Tang Wei shook her head helplessly and sighed, "It's not that you forced me to go up, I just hope that a qiē shun lì will be fine."

Blood Feather walked up at this time and bowed his head quite humbly, "Mr. Qin, thank you for coming."

Qin Chuan was wearing a black hoodie and washed white jeans, looking no different from an ordinary young man on the street, he looked at the weather forecast and said that it rained in London from time to time, so he simply got such a dress.

Walking with the elegant and bright Tang Wei at this time, it is not like a male companion, but more like a little brother of Tang Wei.

However, Blood Feather and Shirley, who had seen Qin Chuan's strength, absolutely respected Qin Chuan from the bottom of their hearts.

In fact, if Qin Chuan was behind his back, they would not dare to recommend Tang Wei as the president in accordance with the rules of the association.

"Why didn't you wear masks today? Is it appropriate to show your true face like this? Qin Chuan asked with a grin.

Blood Feather responded: "Except when we are carrying out assassinations and other work, we don't usually wear masks, and the masks are only used to represent our membership of a certain union, and they are not necessary."

Qin Chuan suddenly realized that he was not very clear about the operation of the Killer Guild, and it seemed that there were many things that were different from what ordinary people thought.

ABOARD A BLACK BENTLEY BROOKLANDS, THE GROUP HEADED TO THE HYDE HOTEL IN NORTH LONDON.

Sitting in the car, Tang Wei sighed with emotion, this car is the special car of the president of the Dead Bird Trade Union, and there are only more than 500 units in the world, which is very collectible.

It used to be used by her master, but I didn't expect that the person sitting now would become her.

Qin Chuan didn't take this trade union trip very seriously, he leaned on the window, looking at the historical and natural scenery of London outside, and he was in a very happy mood.

"Little Vivi, is that the River Thames?" Qin Chuan asked, pointing to a river.

Tang Wei shook her head and replied with a smile: "No, we don't have to go through the Thames River to the hotel from the airport, but we will pass through the Brent Reservoir ......."

"What is there to see about the reservoir! I'd like to take you for a walk on the River Thames! Anyway, do you want to fish there? Qin Chuan asked.

Tang Wei was speechless for a while, thought for a while, and said, "I really don't know ...... this."

"Hehe, I see you haven't had a good time here, this is my first time going abroad, wait until we're done, play for two more days and then go back!" Qin Chuan said happily.

Shirley, who was sitting in the co-pilot in the front, asked curiously: "Mr. Qin, it is your first time going abroad, so why is your English such a standard London accent?" It's like a newscaster on BBC radio. ”

Qin Chuan said calmly: "Because I am a language genius, it usually only takes one day to learn a language." ”

Shirley and Blood Feather in front of them both smiled stiffly, obviously thinking that Qin Chuan was joking.

Qin Chuan pursed his lips, too lazy to explain, and he didn't believe it when he told them the truth.

After arriving at the hotel, the hotel manager respectfully led the two to the presidential suite, and did not even check in.

The manager, a gentleman who looked to be around fifty years old, said very respectfully: "Honorable lady, please feel free to contact me if you need anything".

Tang Wei nodded and asked the old gentleman to step back.

Entering the luxurious and spacious suite, Qin Chuan, who had no luggage, sat on the soft sofa and asked curiously: "Xiao Weiwei, where is your union?" Didn't you say that there would be a succession ceremony next night? ”

Tang Wei took out some clothes from the travel suitcase and chuckled: "It turns out that you also have times when you are confused...... We're already in the union."

"What!?"

Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment, remembering the attitude, words and deeds of the hotel manager just now, and couldn't cry or laugh: "Could it be that this hotel is your Immortal Bird Guild?" ”

Tang Wei chuckled and nodded: "Do you think that the killer will be in some cellar?" Or in the deep mountains and old forests? ”

Qin Chuan scratched his head, thinking about it, what age is this, the killer will not be able to hide it if he wants to, it must be hidden in the city.

"Every large-scale killer guild is the work of at least several generations, and the union has its own fixed assets, either to open a company, or to run a business, and there are also hotels like us.

The main controlling shareholder of this Hyde Hotel is our Immortal Bird Labor Union, and the current CEO is also a professional manager employed by our labor union.

After all, the work of killers is not stable, and many killers need to provide for the elderly after retirement, so the union will naturally pay for their pensions, and a lot of the income from the hotel is used in those aspects." Tang Wei explained.

Qin Chuan heard some novelty, it turned out that the killer still has "pension insurance"!?

"Of course, most killers don't have the opportunity to get the pension money, because for killers, it is difficult to have a perfect day to wash their hands of gold, and those killers who are really strong enough not to die do not need a pension at all", Tang Wei sighed.

The two chatted for a while, and Tang Wei told Qin Chuan about the situation of some trade unions...... It turns out that this hotel is equivalent to the administrative headquarters of the Immortal Bird Union.

After the tasks submitted to the union from all over the world are summarized, the union's full-time staff will rank the difficulty, and then recommend the killers who can perform the tasks to the client.

Of course, if the owner asks for a killer to dispatch, the price will usually be higher.

The killers of the undead birds, except for some essential activities, rarely come here on a regular basis, which is also to ensure that the hotel can operate smoothly.

It was getting night.

Blood Feather, who was dressed in a black suit, and Shirley, who was wearing a white evening dress, came to invite the two to the Immortal Bird Banquet Hall again.

At this time, Tang Wei had already changed into a flaming red dress with a phoenix pattern, a skirt like a flame, which set off the woman's tall and plump figure with extraordinary grace and luxury, full of courage.

Qin Chuan didn't want to change his clothes, but he was afraid of embarrassing Tang Wei, so he temporarily found a set of hand-sewn suits to wear.

After the four of them came to the elevator of the hotel, they swiped a special magnetic card on the sensor, and the elevator automatically began to sink.

Originally, the lowest floor was only one basement, but after the elevator passed one floor, it still went down.

Qin Chuan found out that there was a hidden basement in this hotel!

When the elevator doors open, there is a long passage ahead, and the bright yellow lights on the walls on both sides illuminate the portraits.

Walking on the carpet, Tang Wei introduced: "Xiao Chuanchuan, you see that the ancestors on these walls are all the top killers of the Immortal Bird Guild in the past dynasties, and only the most loyal killers are qualified to hang their portraits here."

"Mr. Qin, I wonder if you are interested in joining our union? You only need to register, you don't need to fulfill your union obligations, and you only need to do it when the tasks you are interested in appear, and I believe that with your strength, you will be able to hang the portrait here in the near future". Blood Feather asked expectantly.

Qin Chuan rolled his eyes, "What kind of crow mouth are you, I'm living a good life, why hang the photo here if you have nothing to do?" ”

Blood Feather smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Qin, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that......"

"Anyway, it seems like being a killer, and you can get a lot of money for doing tasks?" Qin Chuan squinted, he was short of money, it seemed that the killer was very profitable.

"It's natural, after all, it's a life-saving business, a difficult task can often cost millions or even tens of millions of dollars, and of course, the risk factor is also very high. In fact, as long as the killer is ranked high enough, even a small task can get a large commission." Blood Feather Road.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but think about it, asking him to be a killer, although it was not difficult to say, but he was not willing to kill people for money.

He wants to kill people, but also to protect his beloved, not to sell his life for money.

Otherwise, he could have robbed banks all over the world, killed people and set fires, and didn't have to open a company to make money.

Because since he was a child, his master Fu Qingyi taught him that cultivating ancient martial arts is actually cultivating people's hearts, and if force is used in material pursuits, it will never reach the real peak.

This is also why, many powerful ancient warriors will never be killers or mercenaries, even if they have lived a relatively hard life, they are willing to do so.