Vatican City, polytheism.

Pope Goethe, High Priest and lifelong priest, received an urgent letter in the middle of his speech in the main hall of the Holy See. After repeatedly confirming the contents of the letter, Goethe claimed to have received instructions from God to publicly announce his voluntary abdication and resignation as papal leader.

That day. Goethe left Vatican City with his family, not knowing where to go.

Few people know that for the former Pope Goethe, it was really God's instructions that came.

Russia, a submarine prison a hundred meters below.

The most vicious of the heavy prisoners, a tall black figure sat cross-legged in the darkness of the corner of the cage, bound with several rusty chains.

"Dragon, your lunch."

Heavily armed prisoners came to the door of the cage and cautiously put a small box of food into the inside through the crack in the bar.

When the jailer was far away, the dragon got up, dragged the chain, and came to the bar. When he picked up a piece of bread, his face, which had been unwavering, suddenly frowned.

The dragon took away a piece of bread, and inside the bread sandwich was an envelope. After reading the letter, he suddenly stood up and clattered his chains.

"Is this day coming? Finally, I found a reason to go out. The dragon muttered to himself.

Nissan, Tokyo.

"You're the Yaksha who came for the interview?"

In an unknown secret basement, three big-bellied officials in formal suits sit side by side in chairs. Their scrutinizing gaze converged on the masked man sitting alone on the other side.

The masked man was still dressed in black from the previous organization, wearing the same Yaksha mask as always, with his back crossed with his sheathed double knives, sitting boredly in his chair and looking at the ceiling.

One of the officials flipped through the file and said, "In the file intelligence record." Your real name is unknown, codenamed Yaksha, and you have served in three killer organizations, serving as a team member and squad leader. The most recent organization is still Ninja Kill, and you are one of the very few killers who survived the battle against that demon. ”

"No, no, no." Yaksha shook his head and corrected, "I didn't meet him, I just missed it twice, so I escaped." But as you can see, the ninja killing organization has been wiped out, and I'm going to have to find another job. ”

An official smiled, "Luck is also a kind of strength." What's more, your strength is not bad, and the three organizations have obviously recognized your strength, otherwise they wouldn't let you be the squad leader. ”

Another official picked up, "But according to the process, we still have to see your strength." ”

The third official continued, "You should know that this time it was Emperor Hisseō's side that recruited people, and if it weren't for the last incident, there would be a shortage of high-strength manpower. With your experience of changing jobs three times, you will never have the opportunity to come for an interview. ”

"Yes, yes, how do you display it?" Yaksha spread his hands helplessly.

"Simple."

The three officials glanced at each other, and the hand they had been keeping under the table suddenly rose to the table. Each of them held a pistol in their hands, aimed at the Yaksha six meters away, and pulled the trigger to shoot a dense and random shot.

"I knew it."

Yaksha seemed to be prepared for this, and almost as soon as the official drew his gun, he lunged forward, reaching for the hilt with both hands. His toes hooked the chair he was sitting on, and as he flipped forward, the chair flew high towards the interview table.

Boom!

The chair slammed on the interview table, and a barrage of bullets swept the ground, and in the blink of an eye, before the three officials had time to change their magazines, the barrels of the pistols held by them were cut off by a snow-bright knife light, and then the cold blade hovered near the necks of the three officials.

Looking at the three officials who were drenched in cold sweat, Yaksha who was half-lying on the table, narrowed his eyes dangerously, "My specialty is killing, do I want to continue to show you this?" ”

"No, no."

The official shrunk his neck in a sneer, "You can join the company tomorrow." At the highest standard of a killer, paid on a daily basis. ”

"Good." Yaksha retracted the twin knives from their scabbards and jumped off the table.

An official asked, puzzled, "Just now." Those bullets basically sealed the forward position, how did you avoid them all? ”

"What are you talking about. I didn't dodge all of them, I dodged most of them. ”

Yaksha smiled, turned to show his back, and pointed his thumb at his upper body, which apparently had three or four bullet holes, still flowing like a fountain of blood.

The three officials were speechless in shock, it was the first time they had seen a killer who had been hit by three or four bullets and was still completely fine.

"Can I take your mask off?" An official pondered.

"Yes, yes. It's just that I'm afraid that taking it will scare you. "Yaksha looks like he doesn't care.

An official reassured, "Don't worry. We are specially trained, we have been on the battlefield many times, and we are often in the company of the dead. No matter how terrifying it is, we will not be afraid. ”

"Since you want to see it so much, then watch it." Yaksha shrugged and undid his mask, revealing his skin-shedding, pitted face.

"This ......" The three officials fell silent, and they had to say that they were really frightened. The true face of the Yaksha is even more terrifying than the Yaksha mask he wears.

"Would you like to have dinner with me again and get to know each other?"

Yaksha threw a wink at the officials, the rotten flesh on their faces squirmed, and the Hisan officials forced back the nausea in their stomachs, "Okay, you can go, but before you go, you better put on the mask first." ”

"It's not fun." Just as he was about to put on the mask, a mobile phone ringtone suddenly rang in his pocket.

In front of the officials, Yaksha took out the PHS and listened to it. He was silent for a while, hung up the phone with a solemn face, sighed and said, "It seems that I can't hold that job anymore." ”

"What do you mean by that?" The three officials were stunned.

"No way. Boss, it's time for me to go back. Yaksha was also helpless.

"Upper? Aren't you unorganized? One of the officials had an ominous premonition.

"Whoever said I didn't have it, it's just that you don't know." Yaksha was about to walk to the door, but he remembered the boss above, who seemed to dislike Hisan very much, especially the royal family and the upper echelons of Hisan-

He reached for the knife in his back and turned to the Nisan officer, "I'm sorry, three. ”

……

After receiving the envelope, new and old cardinants from all over the world, whether they were kings, popes, officials, killers, or organization bosses, did not hesitate to abandon their existing identities and took their own families or forces to the promised place of the year.

It's been too long in the game, and the Carl family has finally ushered in its first big assembly.

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