The obsidian dagger that smells of 'food' in his hand seems to be the standard equipment of the 'Faceling' legion.

"Did you rely on this obsidian dagger to complete the transformation of your face?"

Jason had a new inference in an instant.

He was a little surprised in his heart, knowing that it was not uncommon to use the secret techniques of 'anomalous' and 'special items' together, but it was really surprising that this 'anomalous' and 'special items' could be mass-produced.

Or......

Fewer Facelings than expected?

Thinking of this, Jason's eyes narrowed.

If that's the case, it's pretty important news for him.

It's important enough to completely turn the situation around now.

"Has the 'Temple' been bluffing?"

With such speculation, Jason quickly disappeared here.

The members of the 'Faceling' legion on the ground naturally have Ett Damon and Esther to deal with.

In the dark, Jason walked around Nengcheng TV to make sure there were no other 'Facelings' before returning to the car.

The obvious smell of blood made Ett Dermon and Esther excited.

Both turned to look at Jason at the same time.

"Tusoko."

Jason gave a name.

"I'll deal with it right away."

Esther said immediately.

"Shall we continue?"

Ettemon looked at Jason and asked.

"Hmm."

Jason nodded and motioned for Ett Dermon to drive.

The black muscle car is like a traveling beast, driving fast and steadily in Ngong Thanh.

It rarely stops, but every time it stops, it returns with a full load.

At first, Aite Demund and Esther still had some doubts, but after the two of them confirmed it twice, they couldn't help but get excited.

The guys who Jason targeted and killed were really members of the 'Facelings' legion.

From their corpses, as well as some hidden objects, Aether Dermon and Esther quickly confirmed this.

Suddenly, the doubt turned into a surprise.

And, with excitement.

Neither Ett Dermon nor Esther are fools.

They know exactly what it represents!

It means that they really have a trump card!

A trump card to turn the tide of the game!

The Facelings have always been one of the Templar's trump cards.

No force or individual can sleep at ease with this elusive and indefensible assassination force.

Big organizations like the 'Shelter' and the 'Holy Snake Society' are no exception!

Those small organizations are simply terrified.

If he sent the news that the 'masked man' could distinguish and lock on to the members of the 'Faceling' legion, the expressions of the high-ranking officials of the 'shelter' would change.

Astonished? Doubt?

Or is it both?

Especially the big man who manipulated all this and used Ang Thanh as a battlefield, I'm afraid he will doubt his life, right?

Especially when he thought of the other party's suspicion, but he had to stop his plan and come to confirm, the corners of Aitdemont's mouth couldn't help but curl.

What does that look like...... It must be fun, right?

Thinking of this, Aitdermon couldn't help but have a hint of anticipation.

However, he held back.

He was well aware of his role in the incident.

These things are not up to him.

Everything is based on Jason.

So he looked at Jason through the rearview mirror.

"What kind of situation would you like to have, Lord Jason?"

"Is it a smooth transition?"

"Or is it a direct counterattack?"

Aitdemund asked.

Smooth transition? A direct counterattack?

Hearing Ett Dermon's question, Jason roughly guessed Ate Dermon's thoughts.

A smooth transition is naturally to escalate the news to the 'shelter' and then receive the protection of the 'shelter'.

It's even easier to fight back directly, contact an organization that has a grudge against the Temple, and seek cooperation directly, such as the Holy Serpent Society.

But are there really only these two ways?

Jason played with the four obsidian daggers in his hand and adjusted his sitting position.

"We now have the 'Brotherhood,' 'Hydra,' and the 'Gluttonous Society.'"

"Why can't we think about them?"

Jason asked.

"You mean two-five...... Wrong! ”

"Is it a repeated horizontal jump?"

"For the greater good?"

Esther reacted instantly.

"Hmm."

"We can cooperate with the 'Shelter', the Holy Snake Society, and more organizations and individuals who have a grudge against the 'Temple' at the same time, to maximize profits and expand our organization in a short period of time."

Jason nodded.

Esther immediately looked down and thought about it.

It's a viable plan.

Moreover, once successful, the 'Brotherhood', 'Hydra', and 'Gluttonous Society' will achieve rapid development.

But there are so many things that are coordinated in it.

All parties have big demands, but the small aspects are different.

It's intricate.

The simplest: these groups are also hostile to each other.

Esther thought of it, and Ett Dermon thought of it too.

He also raised another of the most direct questions.

"Time!"

"We don't just have to reconcile these organizations and individuals, we should also control the time!"

"You don't have a lot of time to give us, if we're going to take the initiative."

Aitdermon said.

Jason has the news that he can identify the secret skills of the members of the Faceling Legion, and now only the three of them and ...... the 'Temple' know about it.

Naturally, the three of them are fine, but how will the 'Temple' react?

It must be killed and then fast!

Aitdemund was sure that if such news reached the 'Temple' headquarters, the 'Temple' would come to Ang City at all costs and kill Jason.

And the time for this news to reach the 'Temple' headquarters will definitely not be too long.

At most, it is 2-3 days, which is already counting the time for the other party to confirm the message.

Once the 'Temple' has a large army, it will make them very passive and simply passive.

In order to take the initiative, it is necessary to send out the news in advance, so that Ang Cheng can gather more powerful people, so that the 'Temple' will not dare to act rashly.

In this way, the question once again turns back to the beginning: how to reconcile the contradictions between these organizations and individuals?

Ayted masked thoughtfully.

Esther's brow furrowed.

Jason's face was relaxed, and he said in a brisk tone: "Since we have created the 'Brotherhood', 'Hydra', and 'Gluttonous Society', why don't we create one more?" ”

"An ancient and mysterious organization that exists only in Ang."

"Their existence is secretive, and they are only responsible for protecting Aung Thanh from destruction, and then, let Aung Thanh develop freely and follow the path of equilibrium."

"But as soon as there is a force beyond any equilibrium, they will emerge and deal a devastating blow to such a saboteur."

Listening to Jason's words, Aite Demon and Aster's eyes lit up.

That seems like a good idea!

But then, Ett Damon frowned.

"Powerful!"

"Such an organization must show extreme strength!"

"Otherwise......"

Call!

Aitdermon wanted to say something, but the flame flashed in Jason's hand, and suddenly, Aether Dermon shut his mouth.

Powerful?

Is the immortal 'masked man' strong enough?

If that's not enough, you'll have to feel the scorching of hellfire.

"Strong, we've got it."

"Everything is in place."

"And what is it called?"

Esther asked.

"Night Courts."

Jason said lightly.

Night Stalker Court?

Ett Dermon and Esther were slightly stunned, and then smiled at the same time.

Nice name.

There is a sense of horror and majesty in the mystery.

Esther, in particular, leaned against the co-pilot, chanting in an aria.

"In the night, in the dark, it's not just the Guardian who walks!"

"And they—"

"Watch out for the Night Stalker Court, which keeps an eye on your travels. A dark peek into the city of Ngong City, hidden in a low-walled attic. He was with him at home, and he was also present in bed. Don't mention his name, and the claws will find your head. ”

Claws?

Do you eat a late-night snack with your paws?

Jason was stunned, and then immediately realized that it was a night owl.

He didn't stress it any more.

Because, he thinks that the night stalker court is also good.

Hunter of the Night: Night Stalker.

He doesn't hate it.

Just like him hunting at the moment.

"Parking ahead."

Jason said lightly.

With Jason's words, the car stopped steadily, but a look of astonishment appeared on the faces of Aite Demond and Esther, who looked at the office buildings in front of them.

"What's wrong?"

Jason notices something strange about the two.

"This is where the 'asylum' is located."

"It's down the ground in this building."

Ett Dermon replied.

Then, a wry smile appeared on his face.

Jason also had a hint of surprise on his face when he heard the answer.

The 'Temple' actually completed its infiltration of the site of the 'asylum' in Ngong City?

The 'smell' he smelled came from underground!

But then, a smile appeared on Jason's face.

Members of the 'Temple' who are able to infiltrate the 'Shelter' should be elite, even among the 'Facelings', and such people will inevitably know some secrets that ordinary people do not know.

Jason thought of it, and so did Aitdermon and Esther.

The three of them glanced at each other, and some thoughts naturally appeared.

……

Esther, with a blue nose and swollen face, walked ahead of the group.

The pale-faced Ett Dermon supported Jason who was wearing a hood, and Ette Dermon, who was carrying Jason's weight, even though he was tall, was a little stumbling when he walked at this time.

With a limp, the three of them walked to the negative floor.

The old doorman was still sitting there.

When he saw the three of them, he immediately stood up, and a shotgun appeared in the hand of the elderly doorman, who reacted very quickly, several points faster than the average young man.

"What's wrong?"

The old doorman asked.

"It's the Faceling!"

"That bastard approached Lord Jason in the guise of Director Edmund."

"After inflicting a fatal wound on His Excellency Jason, he was killed by His Excellency Jason."

Esther said with eagerness and hatred on his face.

"Mortal?"

The old doorman looked at Jason, whose breath was faint and a little weak, but only showed weakness, with doubts in his eyes.

"His Excellency Jason is the 'Mask Man', he is immortal."

"But if you're mortally wounded, you'll still be weak."

"We're going to bring His Excellency Jason back to base to recuperate."

Esther's face did not change and released fake news one after another.

"Okay."

This time the old doorman did not stop again.

The data rack behind him started silently, and after splitting into two, the 'elevator' was revealed.

After the three of them walked into the elevator, they directly pressed the only floor: V007.

The elevator descends directly.

During the whole process, the three of them did not have any communication, not only words, but also eye contact.

When entering the 'asylum', Aitdemund reminded him that the doorman and the elevator could be the 'eyes' of a big person, and the other party always likes to do such things.

So, Esther kept that eagerness.

Until the elevator door opened, Esther couldn't wait to shout.

"Someone!"

"Come on!"

In the midst of such shouts, the mobile team that remained behind immediately appeared.

Clark, wearing sunglasses, walked out of the hallway on one side.

"What's wrong?"

Clark asked.

"'Facelings'!"

"Urgent alert."

After saying this, Ett Dermon helped Jason to his office.

It's not the director's office, but the C-class office area on one side.

He seemed to be used to the office.

Place Jason in a chair.

"Excellency Jason, do you need something?"

Aitdemund asked.

"Rest."

"I need to rest."

With that, Jason closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he had really fallen asleep.

Aitdemund stepped out the door lightly.

"Esther, you're here."

"I need to report to HQ right away."

Aitdemund subconsciously turned around and returned to his office, but when he pushed the door, he seemed to think about his promotion, patted his forehead, and walked towards the director's office.

Esther, on the other hand, was facing Aether Dermon's office, leaning against the wall, grinning and rolling up her sleeves.

Suddenly, a large bruise appeared on the arm.

It's not a disguise, it's a real injury.

Left over from the previous battle with the Faceling.

"I hate such direct combat."

Esther muttered under his breath.

This is not a lie, as a civilian elite, although he has received considerable combat training and has good marksmanship, his innate physical fitness always restricts him.

More than once, Esther complained.

Especially after an injury.

This time was no exception.

At least, that's what it was in Drinker's eyes.

He could confirm that the injury on Esther's arm was caused by a kick, and that his colleague on the mission of assassinating the Masked Man was good at kicking.

"Is it half the battle?"

"The Masked Man is indeed immortal, but when mortally wounded, he will enter a weakened state...... If you are fatally wounded in succession, you will probably be killed. ”

Drinker thought with certainty.

Because he firmly believes that there can be no immortality in the true sense of the word apart from his 'Lord'.

I also believe in the strength of my colleagues.

After all, he's one of them.

Thinking of this, Drinker was not in a hurry.

He secretly 'delivered' the news before pushing open the door to his office, genuine concern on his face.

"Esther, what's going on?"

He asked.

Esther looked at Drinker in a daze.

He never thought it would be Drinker.

"It's okay, Drink, I'm fine, better than ever."

Esther replied with a shake of his head.

He looked at the door that had quietly opened across from him.

I watched as the tall figure grabbed Drink's mouth as fast as lightning and dragged him into the office.

Watch the door slowly close

Unlike the silence when the door was opened, this time, there was a slight noise from the door—

Click!

It sounded like the sound of bones being twisted.