The base of the dollhouse, located in a heavily guarded barracks in Midtown. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This organization, which oppresses the puppets of the Organ under the banner of safeguarding the interests of mankind, also has some connection with the ruler of the Organ City.

Although the officials claim to have nothing to do with them on the surface, they are actually secretly helping them. This matter has become a well-known "secret" in the organ city.

Because of this, as long as there are self-aware people, they will not provoke this organization, after all, if they are on their blacklist, it basically means that there is no way to continue to mix in the city.

In the long run, this organization, which no one dares to mess with, has also begun to become "lazy". The guards in charge of the vigil often even go straight to the house to sleep.

After all, in their opinion, it doesn't seem to make a difference whether they stand guard or not......

On this night, the same was true on the outside of the barracks, and no soldiers were seen.

-- The heavy snowfall that began in the afternoon and continued until nightfall fell one after another, falling on the bluestone streets, which have a "geothermal" effect, and turning into clear water and flowing into the drainage outlets on the side of the street.

In the face of such bad weather, the soldiers in charge of guarding the barracks also decisively chose to sleep, and only sent a few black-robed puppet guards to patrol along the outer walls of the barracks.

-- It is undoubtedly ironic that an organization that boycotts the puppets should be put in charge of security guards.

But even so, no one dared to make any comments about the dollhouse.

The oil lamps hanging from the wooden poles on the side of the street kept shaking in the night wind, casting a dim yellow light. Four city guards, dressed in black robes and hats, patrol back and forth along the barracks' four outer walls.

Due to the bad weather, pedestrians and vehicles are also very scarce on the streets. But it's not empty:

A pedestrian, wrapped in a tattered brown cloak, struggled through the wind and snow and walked in the direction of the barracks.

The shadow under the hood of the cloak covered almost his entire face, revealing only his chin, which was a little blue from the cold, and his bony hands protruding from the cuffs.

The man, who looked very down, walked slowly through the street, stood at the corner of the street and looked around a little dazedly, and asked the guard who had just walked over from the right-hand side, "May I ask how to get to the green building?" ”

Adhering to the principle of serving the residents, the guard replied in a loud voice very conscientiously: "The Qinglou has been banned, no need to look for it anymore!" ”

"But my old friend is still there......" The depressed man hung his head in frustration, and shrank his hands into his cuffs, shivering.

"Repeat, Qinglou is no longer there!" The guard raised his voice: "Please don't get in the way of the execution of the ......"

Before the word "service" could be uttered, the slender body of the puppet suddenly froze.

Two strange figures in white robes appeared behind the guards without warning!

With the click of the howling cold wind, the puppet's rotting head left the wooden body, and before the body could fall to the ground, it was caught by the cloaked man's hand and quickly dragged into the nearby dark alley.

Ordering the two white-robed assassins to stuff the guard's corpse into the garbage bin, Lin Chi took off his hood, nodded with satisfaction, and reached out and knocked on the broken wooden door in the alley.

The wooden door slowly opened outward, followed by several figures standing inside the door:

-- The tall "humanoid skeleton", the expressionless "Karakuri Girl", the white-haired "Life Continuation Master", and a dozen or so slender dolls behind the mechanic walked out without saying a word and stood in the snowy alley.

Although the appearance is different and there seems to be no common ground at all, all the people in this "motley army" seem to have an invisible terrifying murderous aura rising up, making the temperature in the vicinity seem to drop a little.

Looking at the murderous members of the Brotherhood, Lin Chi threw aside the rotten human head he was holding in his hand, licked his lips, and showed a cruel smile:

"Act as planned."

"Yes."

Under the cover of night and blizzard, the assassination group, which had just been formed this afternoon, began their first operation.

Lin Chi took off his tattered cloak and threw it aside, revealing the light leather armor and assassin robe underneath, and after putting on his hood, he quickly rushed across the street, his feet on the back of the puppet half-crouched by the wall.

These puppets that Shen Wenchong used to kill people accurately completed the instructions given and stood up at an almost terrifying speed.

With the strength of the puppet, Lin Chi's body directly crossed the wall of the barracks more than three meters high, did a beautiful backflip, and then ...... He fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha...... a faint laugh came from the corner of the wall: "Boy, you are really good!" ”

"Stop laughing and get on with the mission."

Lin Chi stood up and rubbed his thighs with a faint pain, and began to confirm the personnel who had just climbed over the wall.

In addition to himself, the painter, the puppet girl, and Shen Wenchong also entered the square courtyard of the barracks.

With Lin Chi's summoning, five elusive white-robed assassins also walked out from behind the wooden building of the barracks and stood in front of him.

"Leave no mouth alive." Lin Chi's voice disappeared into the snowstorm.

"Yes."

The killers who infiltrated the barracks unknowingly quickly dispersed to all directions in the barracks.

"Old man, you stay here and take care of it, don't let anyone run out." Lin Chi instructed Shen Wenchong, who was still squatting in the corner.

"The old man's puppet won't let them go." Shen Wenchong sneered, with a slightly excited expression on his old face.

Seeing that the painter and the puppet girl had disappeared, Lin Chi walked to the two-story wooden building diagonally in front of him as planned and began to finish his work.

The buildings in this barracks are mostly made of wood, and special fireproof materials are used to protect them from enemy attacks, and sound insulation technology is used to ensure the comfort of the dollhouse members who live inside.

But they obviously didn't expect that these "good" designs would become the cause of their own lives!

Lin Chi walked lightly to the wooden door, took out the disposable master key made by Shen Wenchong from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole and made a faint clicking sound, and easily opened the side door of the main building of the barracks.

Although his legs were still aching, his steps were a little vague. But Lin Chi knew that his body was much worse than the previous game, and it was really easy to kill the fool who was still asleep.

The white figure was like a ghost, silently passing through the dark corridors of the main building, the door of the guardhouse was not even locked, and the bald man with a little fat on his stomach was lying on the wooden table of the guardhouse snoring.

Looking at the unsuspecting enemy, Lin Chi stood behind the other party, and a sharp cold light flashed in his right hand.

By the time he turned to leave, the guards in the guardhouse had lost their heads, and sticky blood was running from the cut in his neck onto the table like a blooming scarlet flower.

At the same time, silent killings are taking place simultaneously in every building of the barracks.

The massacre of these Brotherhood Assassins may seem to violate the dogma of "legitimate assassins", but it is also the most thorough of assassinations.

After all, a certain famous Master Assassin once left a famous quote:

- As long as you kill everyone, there will be no clues.