"Wentai, tomorrow I will return to Jizhou, you will stay in Luoyang City." Lu Zhi opened his mouth and said.

"But, Lu Zhonglang, it's useless for me to stay in Luoyang City." Sun Jian, who stood still, replied, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He didn't want to stay in Luoyang City, Luoyang City was prosperous, there was no war, there would be no danger to his life, and there were still many opportunities. But that opportunity does not belong to people like him, such as people like him, the fame is taken immediately, and the rank of promotion is also on the battle array.

In Luoyang City, Sun Jian really didn't know what to do, even Lu Zhonglang, a well-known Confucian and important minister at home, couldn't gain a stable foothold in the middle of the court, let alone a small shrimp like him. Confused, Sun Jian felt confused, he didn't know why Lu Zhi wanted to keep him.

No amount of confusion in the mind will certainly not change the final result. He will still obey orders, a soldier, just need to obey orders.

"There is chaos in Luoyang City now, and the contradiction is likely to break out and become chaos." Lu Zhi explained, with some loneliness in his eyes.

This trip back to Beijing did not get the desired results, and even the side of the Son of Heaven, he couldn't see it. Now in the situation in Luoyang City, he also discerned that something was wrong, especially Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, who also expressed this concern to him.

Lu Zhi really wanted to stay, but he still had to go back to Jizhou to preside over the war, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain how he should have killed the remnants of the Yellow Turban in Jizhou, but he was still in Luoyang City. Therefore, he planned to hand over half of the guards he brought into Beijing this time to Sun Jian, and let him stay in Luoyang City for him and obey the dispatch of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun.

Sun Jian was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked out loud, "What chaos?" There is no chaos in Luoyang City, the city is well organized, and there doesn't seem to be anything abnormal. ”

Lu Zhi smiled, looked at Sun Jian, and shook his head. Sun Wentai is brave and martial, and he is also very good at commanding the army, but sometimes there is no way to see through the overall situation. Of course, this does not mean that Sun Jian is like this, but because of the position he is standing in, the information he has access to is not enough, so there is no way to detect the changes in the situation in Luoyang City now.

When he first entered Luoyang City, he couldn't understand the situation in Luoyang City, and only after communicating with Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun could he see the current problem clearly. Now, Luoyang City is indeed likely to undergo drastic changes, and the introduction lies in the Son of Heaven, as soon as the Son of Heaven dies, the two forces that seem to have no action will begin to collide violently.

"Just stay." Lu Zhi said, sighed, and continued: "You don't want to protect the Han family? So stay here and use the knife in your hand to guard the Han family and the pure land in your heart. ”

"Yes!" Sun Jian was solemn and hugged his fists.

"Sell baked cakes, sell baked cakes." Ten permanent servants, at the corner of the street outside Fengxu's mansion, a man was selling.

On his shoulders, he wore a sweat towel, and from time to time, he wiped the sweat beads from his forehead with a sweat towel. This sweat towel has changed color due to long-term use, and it looks very dirty, but the stall owner of this baked cake stall doesn't mind at all.

How can a small business like his worry so much? In this kind of weather, in the sun's exposure, it is good to have such a sweat towel to wipe the sweat, and you can't be picky.

Put down the sweat towel, there are already two palm prints left on it, greasy. With a smile on his face, he looked at every pedestrian on the street.

"Sell baked cakes, sell baked cakes." He continued to shout, his voice high-pitched.

"Boss, let's have a baked cake." A customer was infected by that smile and came to the stall.

"Good Ratcha." With a greeting, the man began to skillfully begin to make baked cakes for the guest. His baked cakes are freshly made and sold, in order to let the guests eat hot, and it is not too hard to do so.

"Laila, your baked cakes." Wrapping the baked cakes, handing them out, and with the other hand, he took the companion brought by the guest, and the stall owner's face showed a hard but satisfied smile.

This kind of performance, including the last smile, made him no different from the other businessmen who set up stalls on the street. I don't know how many such people there are in this street and in the entire Luoyang City. He was mixed in with it, and no one noticed, and no one could see the difference between him and the others, because he was simply the one who was indistinguishable among countless people.

No one could have imagined that he would be a killer, a killer in the killer building.

How can a killer make yakiniku? In the eyes of other people, they will think that this is impossible, a killer who kills like hemp, his hands are used to kill, how can he be used to make baked cakes?

Ye Yin took it for granted, a killer also had his own life, and when he didn't have no commission and didn't kill people, he was also an ordinary person. Of course, Ye Yin didn't want to be a seller of baked cakes, but he did it very seriously, vividly, and lived like a small person at the bottom of the market.

Raising his head, he exhaled, grabbed the sweat towel with his very natural hand, and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. He glanced at the door of Feng Xu's mansion, swept it over lightly, and took back the scenery of the street behind him.

"Sell baked cakes, sell baked cakes." Ye Yin shouted again.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and now is his life. In this kind of life, Ye Yin has completely become an ordinary person, without a trace of the sharpness of a killer on his body, and there is no murderous aura left.

I will be happy to make money and sell a lot of baked cakes. will also be disappointed because of the bleak business and the fact that there are not many baked cakes sold today. I will also chat and fart with other stall owners in my spare time, and go to the liquor store to drink a few bad drinks when the stall is closed. This is Ye Yin's life now, only from time to time, a few glances at the door of Feng Xu's mansion prove that he still has the commission of the killer on his body, and other than that, there is no other action.

Wait, watch, wait, watch. Detect the target's every move, know his habits from his daily life, and make an assessment of the vigilance around the target and the strength of the guards. Until, at the time of the last shot.

Waiting, probably the thing that Ye Yin has done the most and is the most proficient. He also likes fishing very much, and probably because of fishing, he will not be anxious and bored in the process of waiting, but will laugh from it to the fun of being able to persevere.

He is Ye Yin of the Killer Building, that is the past tense, and it will be the future tense, in the present he is just the owner of the baked cake stall, a Ye Yin who is busy with his daily livelihood.

In Feng Xu's mansion, Feng Xu was pacing back and forth in the hall, his brows furrowed.

"Feng Gong." A soldier shouted respectfully, standing by the doorway of the hall.

"Come in." Feng Xu said, stopped, looked at the soldier, and asked eagerly, "How is it?" Did you find any traces of those nails? ”

"Found it. There were twenty-three of them, but looking at their whereabouts, it was impossible to determine if they were Inhumans or anyone else. ”

Feng Xu's brows furrowed deeper, and the others could say that if it was an alien, it would be slightly tricky. The Inhumans' method of resurrecting from the dead, no matter how much you kill them, is useless, and you will continue to see them alive in front of you next time.

After pondering for a while, Feng Xu instructed the soldiers: "In this way, you let your subordinates continue to observe and nail these things that have already been determined." Let them continue to search, I believe that there are deeper hidden, as long as they find one of them, and can be sure that they are those peeping rats, then I will give him five taels of silver. The more you find, the more rewards you get, and you must not miss the net. ”

"Also, tell them all to be ready. As soon as I give the order, I will get rid of all these people, and likewise, for every one of these targets killed, I will give the person who did it five taels of silver. ”

"Yes!" The soldier should be very loud, and his eyes reveal great eagerness. Now in front of him, almost a pile of silver beckoned to him.

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around and walked outside. Now the time, but it can't be wasted, every minute and every second is equal to money, what if he finds a few more?

Watching the soldier leave, a sneer appeared on Feng Xu's face. The money he promised to pay was just a drop in the bucket, no, not even a drop in the bucket. As long as these people like money, they will be driven by him, and that is enough.

Others there, it should be the same. Anyway, they know, He Jin will definitely not leave them alone, the rats around these mansions are probably his eyeliner.

There is no need to remove it now, when it is needed, Feng Xu will brazenly take action and remove as many of these eyeliners as he wants! Although there are fish that slip through the net, as long as the speed of the attack is faster, so that He Jin can't react, that's fine.

"Jingle bells." The brass bell rang, and the man in front of the desk raised his head, opened the drawer in front of him, took out one of the scrolls inside, and closed the drawer again. The faint sound of the zipline signaled that there would be no more information in the short term, so the man stood up and walked towards the passage behind him with the scroll.

This is the branch of the Killer Building in Luoyang City, and now this branch has ushered in the busiest and most noisy time. Fifty or sixty percent of the personnel of several major agencies in the killer building were mobilized together for the upcoming commission.

The knuckles of the Seven Kills tapped on the table, and he was also waiting, waiting for the collection of intelligence from all over the place, waiting for the intelligence officers of the Killer Building, using various means to collect all the entrusted targets for him.

Knowing who he was going to kill, what his name was, and where his family lived was only the most basic information. Of course it's not possible, it's as simple as hitting the target, because you can't be sure when he was in the house, how many people were in the house, and where the room was. All of these can affect the success or failure of a killer and the success of the commission.

The information placed in front of the Seven Kills is a puzzle, each target, from scratch, the person in charge of intelligence in the killer building, the information collected will become puzzle pieces. One by one, they are collected, put together, and connected into one, until finally, they form the most complete appearance of the goal.

Including what he likes to eat, what he likes to walk or ride in a carriage when he goes out, which side he likes to take when walking, and which side he is used to sitting on in the carriage. As small as trivialities, they are all intelligence, and these inconsequential things can be collected little by little and become crucial.

To kill a person, the easiest way is to start with his habits and use his habits to kill him.

Now on the big table in front of the Seven Kills, many parts have been drawn with white lines, and in the open space of each interval, there is a person's name written on it. Looking carefully, it turned out to be all the people in the Ten Standing Attendants, and under each person's name, there were small slips of paper pasted on them, and on the slips, small characters were densely written.

In the above information, it turned out that even the ten permanent servants usually liked to eat any kind of dishes. If this is for the ten permanent servants to see this scene, they are afraid that they will be scared to death alive, because they have long since become transparent people.

Seven Kills looked at this, there was no expression on his face, and the iron mask that covered his face was not able to show any emotion.

He has always been a question mark in the Killer Building, a question mark in front of everyone. No one knows the true face of the Seven Kills, no one sees it, and naturally, he is a question mark.

The unknown is always awe-inspiring.

The killer building under his control is a sophisticated killing instrument, and he only needs to decide the direction of this precision instrument. All the in-service killers in the killer building are the precision parts of this instrument, and together they make this instrument move.

They themselves are sophisticated killing machines, and when these killing machines work together, and the entire killer building bursts into action, it is a bloody storm. Just like the current Ten Standing Attendants, they may be able to live for a long time, but it's just that the Killer Building hasn't acted yet.

They knew so much that they couldn't even know that they would be like this. When a person is clearly discovered by others, not only is he no longer secret, but it also means that his life is also not in his control.

How many people's lives are in the hands of the killer building? And how many people have been decided? The seven killings don't know, and the killers below don't know either, no one has calculated how many people they killed, even if it's not much, but soon, it will become more.

Nearby, someone sent new information. Seven Kills just glanced at him and put him under Feng Xu's name.

(End of chapter)