Donald is counting down to his life.

Even though there were no gunshots downstairs at this time, and the streets were still full of people, he instinctively felt that the enemy had reached the second floor and was cleaning room by room.

This safe house is not just a safe house of the guild, it is a mixed world of dragons and snakes, strongmen, thieves, and big swindlers, these people live in this hotel, enjoy the safety brought by the hotel, and naturally make necessary sacrifices for the guild members when necessary.

Every guest is nothing more than a pawn.

Now they're making the most of it.

Donald set up his gun, and when he counted down to zero, he didn't see the signal coming from across the street, nor did he see the target enter the scene.

Damn, where's Casaman.

He anxiously began to count - if no one came by sixty, he would have to go, or he would really have no way to go up to heaven and no way down by the time the battle mage entered.

There is only a dead end waiting for him.

For the first ten seconds, the potted plant in that window was still there.

For the second ten seconds, the damn bonsai was still there.

In the third ten seconds, a carriage entered.

Donald zoomed in on the magnification of the scope, and then saw Marlin smiling at him.

Damn it! Damn it!

Donald quickly got up, he dropped his gun, and instead of even picking up his satchel, he ran quickly to the small building next door.

Marlin came in, the guy was smiling at him, he knew he was on the roof.

This is not normal!

Donald jumped over the building as quickly as he heard an explosion coming from the square, and he turned his head just in time to see fireworks going off in the square.

At the same time, the sound of explosions coming from behind was muffled.

I didn't hear the screams, it was an old opponent, and the other party knew his identity as an assassin and knew his backhand, so there was this hand to detonate it.

Donald approached the side of the alley and looked down to see the carriage of the Church of the God of War - damn it, the Church of the God of War.

Glancing at the small building across the alley, Donald saw the rope between the two buildings—the air passage that the guild had prepared for a long time.

He jumped on the rope and ran as fast as he could over the alley, and when he landed, he rolled to avoid injury, and when he got up, he turned his head and saw someone on the roof of the hotel.

He slipped under the small table and glanced past the other party, while hearing someone shouting.

"There's still temperature on the platform! He can't run far! ”

Donald's mind flashed, and the Assassin, who was torn between hiding in the table or running away, noticed the shaking rope and heard someone shouting, "That rope is windless and automatic!" ”

Emerging from the small table, jumping through the gaps between the buildings and into the dead end of the shooting world, Donald grabbed the rope on the table, hung one end of it on the chimney, and then jumped into the alley with the other.

As he approached the ground, the rope taut and Donald landed safely with the help of recoil, and he ran as fast as he could to another safe house.

What the hell is all going on?!

Rushing out of the alley, Donald looked around, where the patrol officer was catching the messenger and the church patrol was listening to something.

Donald quickly rushed into a ready-to-wear store, and before pushing the door open, it was a nervous man, and when he pushed the door open, the man with a gentle smile on his face smiled at the store manager: "Good afternoon, madam." ”

"Good afternoon, sir, you look dusty."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but sometimes we young people need to run to chase happiness." As he spoke, Donald took out his oil and comb, and went to the mirror, where he quickly combed himself with a big back, and then put the comb and oil on the side of the bracket, and he washed his hands, and picked up a trench coat, a deer hunting hat, a trailblazer trousers, and a beautiful belt.

The old lady smiled a little dotingly as the young guest entered the dressing room—the young man reminded her of her husband, who, when he was younger, came to her with the smell of hair oil and youth.

It was a wonderful time, everyone was still young, unlike now, many of her friends are no longer alive, even her husband has left two years ago.

"Our time has passed."

The old lady sighed as she noticed Mr. Policeman, who pushed the door in: "Sir, is there anything wrong, or do you need to buy a new dress?" ”

"No, ma'am, I'm sorry, what I want to know is...... Have any strange guests ever visited? The officer had a flushed face, and it looked like he hadn't been able to control his alcohol cravings, but at least he was a sober adult.

"No, only young people chasing love here will come, there is no middle-aged person who hasn't shaved in a month." The old lady replied with a smile.

The middle-aged officer's colleague behind him, a police officer with obvious Southern Thai roots, sneered: "Madam, I'm sorry, my colleague just drank his child's wedding wine. ”

"Ah, I see, sorry, sir, maybe I should hand you a pick-up ticket for my recklessness." The old lady smiled and sighed, and at the same time handed out her olive branch.

"It's nothing, ma'am, I know I'm not very popular right now......" With that, the officer noticed Donald as he walked out of the locker room.

He pursed the corners of his lips, and then said goodbye to the store manager's wife, while his colleague smiled and took off his hat: "Madam, may your business be prosperous." ”

"Thank you, you Southern Thais are so sensible." The old lady smiled goodbye to the two officers, then turned to look at Donald: "Sir, you now look like a knight in full armor for a marriage proposal. ”

"Thank you, ma'am, your craftsmanship is awesome, and the clothes are very close-fitting."

"No, this is the ready-to-wear made by His Excellency Marin's fabric factory, you see, the trademark on it, I am an old woman with a glazed eye, I can no longer make ready-to-wear for every customer by hand like when I was young, it is Mr. Marin who continues my dream as a store manager, this is the store I opened with my wife when we were young, and it has always been my dream to be able to open until the last day." She gestured to the old man behind her, armed with a picture frame.

Donald nodded, paid, and walked out of the ready-to-wear store.

His heart had settled down - his appearance had certainly not been revealed, and since Lord Marlin was smiling at him, he would never sell him to the police, and the little bounty on his head was not enough for him to spend.

At the same time, he was also alert to how much property His Excellency Marin had, how terrible his group had swelled over the years, and how he and his comrades ...... What a terrifying opponent you will face in the end.

Approaching the crowd, Donald lit a cigarette for himself.

Now that the danger has been removed, it's time to start a review.

First of all, the first question, why did Cassaman not appear.

Donald already had the answer to this question in his mind - Casaman must have accepted Marin's call to the police, and he must have taken another route that did not pass through the square to the meeting site.

Secondly, the second question is why the workers who would give the signal did not give the signal.

Three possibilities;

One, they were afraid, and then fled...... This is impossible, the anger and hatred in the hearts of the workers who can pay for the murder have exceeded their fear of the law, and they will not hesitate to kill Cassaman in this way, and it is absolutely impossible for them to escape.

Second, they were discovered by Casaman, and then they pursued Casamane on their own...... It was also impossible, and if this was the possibility, it was not necessary for Mr. Marin to appear in his scope, which was a very dangerous move, and without sufficient certainty, Donald felt that it was impossible to expose his head to the muzzle.

Then the only possibility is that they will be cleaned up by Lord Marin's men.

This is the only possible answer, and the third question that doesn't bother Donald the most.

His Excellency Marin has many comments, but his kindness to innocent mortals is recognized by all, even if those workers buy murderers, when the murder is not completed, these workers should only be guilty in his eyes.

And the reality is...... They have been cleaned up.

Then the final question comes - why did Lord Marlin kill those guys.

Standing on the street corner, Donald was blown and his brain was stirred - they were fake!

The guild leader has been deceived! From the very beginning they were not so-called workers! Only then will Mr. Marin choose to kill them without hesitation! And to be able to be killed without hesitation, they have only one possibility...... Believers in tongue birds.

Donald was a little undecided, as he couldn't confirm whether the guild leader and the guild had infiltrated the guild with followers of the Tongue Bird.

If so, if Donald went to the safe house north of the city at this time, it was very likely that the people who killed him would already be waiting for him there.

If not, at this time Donald chose to go to Marin to explain everything, and he would definitely kill many comrades.

Eventually, Donald found a small post office and wrote a letter about the matter, and he was going to tell Marin about his doubts, but he would not reveal anything about the organization.

If I don't return, the Assassin Guild will already be infiltrated by the Tongue Bird.

If I go and come back...... Well, maybe we'll be able to make a trade.

May the Lord have mercy.

Putting the letter in the envelope, Donald went in and out of the small post office, then whistled at an elementary school student on the side of the road.

The latter glanced around, then pointed to himself.

Donald nodded.

"Sir, is there anything wrong?" The kid came over.

Donald crouched down: "I know you're Lord Marin's little minion. ”

"It's the eyes and ears of Senior Marin, sir, minions are a derogatory term." Although the child was of Eastern Kingdom descent, he spoke with a very fluent Fort Carter accent.

"I'm sorry, then, little ears and eyes, can you give this letter to Lord Marlin."

"Who are you?"

"Tell him it's his old friend in Regensburg, Donald." With that, Donald handed him the letter along with five pieces of Morvis.

The kid returned the money: "If your message is really worth so much money, Senior Marin will give me money, and if your message is not worth it, then I shouldn't take your money even more, this is discipline." The kid said.

Donald froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

He began to be in awe of Marin's ability to manage.