Flowers without tears, this is a name that is regarded as supreme in the killer world.

How many secret transactions there were in the entire Three Thousand Empire, and how many killers and victims there were, even the state apparatus of the empire could not be counted.

But all the people on the dark side know that there are three killers in this empire that can never be offended.

One is the ink belonging to the underground organization of the imperial capital gray rope, killing people is like splashing ink, wanton oceans, blood stains everywhere, the people he targets have always been quietly killed in the middle of the night when no one is around, without a little sound, without a little struggle, killed instantly, miserable.

The other is a person who belongs to the Imperial Inspectorate, and no one knows his name, nor does anyone know the code name of his operation. It's just that they know that as long as there is someone who is targeted by the empire, once they are assassinated by this person, they will always be at the end of the world, and they will not live for three days.

The last one is the killer who has been operating abroad, the only woman among the three killer kings, her name is, Flower Without Tears.

Legend has it that Hua Wutear was born near a very serious alien battlefield on the northwest border of the empire. Her father was a soldier at the border, and her mother was an alien female warrior at war with the Empire.

In that place, at that time, it was a common shame for a soldier to marry with an enemy. Hua Wuxi's mother was brutally executed by a foreign race, and her father was also expelled from the military because of this incident and was directly imprisoned for later trial.

Hua Wuxian has lived in prison with her father since she was a child, and survived by providing artificial milk in the prison.

After the end of the war, Hua Wuxi's father was put on trial and finally sentenced to be stationed in this place where the fighting had just stopped, and to be a farmer who opened up the wasteland.

Perhaps for a traitor, this is already a fairly easy punishment, after all, to be an honest farmer, it is better to go to a place like the Eastern Wilderness to test for the newly developed ore veins, and if you are not careful, you will be buried in the huge maws of underground beasts and landslides.

It was in this environment that Hua Wuxian grew up until she was eight years old.

In the past few years, although Hua Wuxian doesn't know who her mother is or what kind of things her father has experienced, she has lived a very happy life.

The father was a kind man, who went out to work hard during the day, with little flowers without tears. He sweated like rain in the fields, and without tears, he shook his calves in the shade of the trees by the roadside, talking to his father. Sometimes passers-by will look at the father and daughter with disdain on their faces, and ask their father why they have to scold themselves without tears, and the father will show that sad expression.

However, this life did not last long.

This land, which had just been peaceful for a short time, was once again attacked and retaliated against by the aliens who had been driven out of the country, and many people were killed and some were taken captive. By the time the garrison arrived and cleared all the aliens, the village had suffered heavy casualties.

The father stood at the door of the devastated house with Hua Wu in his arms, looking at the devastated village, and a stone fell on him.

This was followed by fists, sticks, bricks, and even dung forks. These things all fell on my father's body, with bright red and warm blood, flowing on Hua Wutear's face who was protected in his arms.

She looked at these people who usually looked at them silently, but now they were angry and scolded the traitors while punching and kicking their father, and she was at a loss, so she could only cry and call her father, hoping that her father would be able to stand up and return home with him as usual.

However, from that day on, my father never got up again.

Before leaving, his father, who was abandoned by everyone and had no one to treat him, lay on the bed, dying. He took Hua Wutear's little hand, and relied on the last bit of time to talk about his past with Hua Wutear's mother, talk about his dreams, and say that he owes Hua Wutear.

He said: "I named you Tearless, that is, I hope that no matter what happens to you, don't be pessimistic, don't cry, one day, God will give you what you deserve." ”

But things were not what my father had imagined.

After sending off her father, the eight-year-old Hua lived alone in the village without tears, no one was distressed, no one helped her, because half of the blood of feud flowed in her body.

In her little heart, she always remembered what her father said when he left, no sadness, no crying, and living by begging and picking up leftovers.

A passing practitioner stumbled upon Hua Wuxian and took her away from the village.

Hua Wuxian once wondered, is it possible to leave this place by myself, and I can get what my father said, God should give me?

So she left, following the cultivators of the Unknown, leaving the village and going to a new world, to a world that she still remembers.

The cultivation of killers of the unknown has always been carried out in the way of raising Gu.

In other words, almost all the killer organizations in the Three Thousand Empire use such means to train masters.

Keeping the children of minors together in a dark prison allows them to develop interdependent friendships, allows them to fight in different battles, and teaches them any cruel killing techniques and methods.

In the end, only the strongest will survive this group, and for that, you'll have to kill everyone around you.

Kill the enemy who bullied you, kill the companions who usually eat together, and even kill your comrades-in-arms who have faced the tribulations together, carried the killing of others together, and survived until the end.

In such a world, flowers are numb without tears.

When her hands were stained with the blood of her roommate, she couldn't understand why God had always given her such things. It's red, sticky, and smells so fishy that it hurts when you see it.

At this time, a cold voice sounded in her ears: "Eat!" ”

Hua raised his head without tears, and saw the cold and cruel face of the instructor, and he repeated it again, and the voice paper gave you an irrefutable absolute: "Eat!" ”

Looking at the blood-stained hands and looking at the dead friend in front of him, Hua Wu opened his mouth without tears.

From that day on, Hua Wuxian really became Hua Wuxi, she was injured in the face and was stabbed, leaving a faint wound. Hua Wuxian herself left a beautiful plum tattoo on the scar, like a natural tear mole.

Or maybe this tear mole replaced the tearless tear duct, and from that day on, she really never cried again. And others decided that this was what God was destined to give me.

Killing people has become the only creed in her life.

When he saw Hua Wuxian for the first time, Dianmo was amazed by this woman's face, and at the same time felt sorry for this woman's experience and work.

As a killer, Dianmo shouldn't have had his own emotions, but when faced with such a peer, he couldn't help it, the urge to protect her.

So he even rejected the pursuit of the nightmare, just to protect the only remaining tenderness in his heart.

Most of the killers in this world are tragic.

or has a miserable life, or does not have a good death, or has a tragic life and does not have a good death, just like Watermelon Taro Ai Chong. He would never know that his family was the descendants of the East China Sea Sea Clan, and he would never have thought that his life would be nothing more than two knives after all.

What the future of ink and flowers without tears is, no one can say, or they are killed, or they die depressed, or they are thrown out as outcasts in what kind of turmoil, these are their fate, they can only enjoy the moment, the pleasure of killing.

And the two of them appeared in this corner, and it also represented the official beginning of the transaction between the origin, the unknown, and the gray rope.

"This transaction, the organization is not optimistic, but since the origin has been laid out in the imperial capital, the organization cannot abandon it, which is not conducive to future actions. But if anything goes wrong with you, the Order will not be able to share the ups and downs of the Origin as it did last time. ”

"Hmm." Dianmo nodded, and the eyes exposed in the black bandage looked at the female killer in front of him, with some strange expression.

Compared with Hua Wuxi, the words of ink are still a lot less.

After all, Hua Wuxian is a normal mixed race of human race, if she is given a normal education and a good growth environment, she will also become a very normal citizen.

But Dianmo is different, he is mentally ill.

This kind of inability to see people, not to speak well, and the characteristics of not being able to see the light in the whole life all come from the heart of Dianmo. There is a large area of darkness in his heart, and when he encounters light, it will be painful, but he has to choose this way of survival.

No one knows that after becoming the Big Four of Grey Rope, Dianmo has rarely killed anyone.

Unless it was someone Che Zichang asked him to assassinate, he rarely took the initiative to pay attention to other tasks, especially those related to murder.

Che Zichang once said to Zhang Shitong: "Dianmo is different from you, he actually doesn't like to kill people very much, but he was forced to do a lot of tasks because of his own way of survival and his status in the organization. Now that you're awesome, why bother doing things you don't like every day? ”

When he heard this, Zhang Shitong's desire to survive was quite low: "Then do you like to calculate people?" ”

Then he was thrown out of the office by Che Zichang.

Dianmo is indeed like what Che Zichang said, he likes to be quiet, likes shadows, likes flowers without tears, but does not like to kill.

Killing was an inconsequential matter to him.

It's as if a person has done the same job all his life, but in fact, this work is just a means for him to make a living. The reason why I didn't give up and persevered for so many years was just because of the temptation of money. And sometimes, the word that a dog's life matters is always much better than for something and what will be eternal Hengchang.

Listening to Dianmo's response, Hua Wuxian, who had dealt with him many times, knew that Dianmo was listening, so he opened his mouth to continue his work.

"This time, we will ...... in the imperial capital"

The voice of the flower without tears sounded in the shadows, there was no electronic device to communicate, there was no written word to explain, it came out of my mouth, into your ears, all the arrangements were conveyed in this way.

From the number of people attacking, the place, the time, the speed of advancement, the feint attack, how to cooperate, the choice of timing, and so on, all the details are passed by the king of killers who are different from ordinary people, and even the assassination target can remember how many eyebrows he has clearly.

Of course, none of these close ones have helped, because the origin has fallen into the trap of the left hill and the gray rope.

The Grey Rope Society supports Left Hill's plans, and not just because they had previously seized the Origin technology. To be honest, even now, they can't see what is worthy of the attention of both sides in that technology, so it has always been in Che Zichang's drawer.

Aside from this one thing, Gray Rope's idea is actually the same as that of the Empire.

Origin of this kind of organization, to put it mildly, it is not a treasonous organization, but to put it badly, it is a madman who digs his own grave.

At the beginning, Gray Rope, the other three underground organizations, the imperial family, and the imperial parties, because they were restrained by other circumstances, may have thought that this kind of organization conducting human experiments was just a disease of scabies, but when they finally paid attention to it, they were like maggots on tarsal bones.

It wasn't that they didn't want to sweep the origin out of the imperial capital before, but the timing was not right.

In the previous purge plan, all the designs overlapped, so the origin was unlucky.

It's not about allies or partnerships.

The water in the imperial capital is like a deep sea, and few people can touch the bottom. But since this situation has existed for almost 10,000 years, there must be its fixed laws of operation. And what can be integrated in this law is only the existing elements.

Emerging forces that want to fit in with this trend will inevitably be ostracized. Not to mention that Origin is an organization that does not follow human ethics and social phenomena, and the immortality and transcendence they seek are already above the interests of all.

Such an organization only for its own interests is similar to a cult, even if it is an underground force, it will not tolerate them continuing to survive in the imperial capital.

However, the origin still thought that the immortality they pursued was enough to make anyone's heart move, but they didn't know that these people in the underground forces had a unique profile of death, and they didn't bother to prolong their life at all, but pursued to bloom brightly in the current time.

With a hint of complicated emotions, Dianmo looked at Hua Wuxi.

He wanted to remind the poor girl that Grey Rope was going to unite the Three Thousand Empires to make an operation against the Origins. But the sanity and principles of the killer for many years stopped his stupidity, and it was only when the handover of the work was completed that he stopped Hua Wuxi, who had turned away, for the first time.

The black clothes turned around, and the tearless plum blossom mole shone in the darkness: "Is there anything else to add?" ”

"Be careful." It was the first time for Dianmo to say such a long sentence in front of Hua Wuxi.

Hua Wuxian was stunned for a moment, and her smile bloomed like an iceberg of snow lotus, who would have thought that this pure and flawless smiling face, which had never appeared since more than 20 years ago, belonged to a murderous woman?

Dianmo was stunned in place for ten minutes, until he could no longer see Hua Wuxi's back, he instantly melted into the shadows, and quickly relied on the darkness of the entire imperial capital to return to Che Zichang's office door.

Stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, and heard Che Zichang say, "Come in." ”

Then I pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing Dianmo returning, Che Zichang nodded, and Dianmo began to narrate to Che Zichang about the unknown and the relevant plans of the origin, and Che Zichang also recorded these things in his light brain little by little, and when Dianmo finished speaking, he checked it and sent it directly to Zuoqiuzhizuo's secret mailbox.

Dianmo looked at Che Zichang's movements and asked, "Do you really want to cooperate?" ”

Che Zichang shook his head: "The forces under us have existed for so many years, and the basic principle that we have always pursued is that whether it is against the enemy or cooperation, the official words must not be fully trusted, and at most half of them can be trusted." I'm an orthodox underworld person, how could I do such a stupid thing as fully cooperating with the Three Thousand Academy. ”

"And the Three Thousand Academy took the initiative to find us, it seems that they hate the origin to the core, but in my opinion, the interests of any superior are not as simple as they seem to be. If the old guy of the Three Thousand Academy has other things planned behind his back, it is either for the unknown or for us Gray Rope. ”

"It's as if they said that the results of the experiment that were originally in our hands were in their hands, and they also carried out a display of the results of the Battle of a Hundred Provinces, and as a result, the information network that had just been laid down by the origin was instantly swept away, which is the old fox's usual trick."

"And it has been tried and tested, after all, conspiracy is never as good as yang conspiracy."

"If it's really what he wants, he will never explain to us, why should I be led by the nose by him?"

Dianmo glanced at Che Zichang and knew that he had a plan in his heart.

Che Zichang had a confident smile on his face, some relaxed ease, and a lot of curiosity and anticipation. Dianmo had never seen such excitement as his boss, or for him, the game with Zuoqiu Zhizuo had become the most interesting part of his calculating life.

didn't disturb his interest, and the ink was hidden in the darkness.

And watching the disappearance of the ink, there was also a relevant reply from Zuo Qiu Zhizuo on the light brain, Che Zichang even hummed a song, stood up from behind the desk, looked at the night sky outside the window, observed the entire imperial capital, and looked forward to the arrival of tomorrow.

And those who are also as excited as him are looking forward to tomorrow, as well as Zhao Ziying, Pan Zhangchao, and Wang Zezhao. These three people seem to have infinite energy, especially after cultivating, it seems to be even more headache than before.

Because they used to be at least tired, but now they don't need to sleep with their faces.

The training base of the Three Thousand Academy is stationed at the foot of a mountain range, and huge command vehicles and all kinds of wild camping equipment are everywhere. An Xiaoyu found behind a huge stone, leaning on the soft fur of the frost wolf in a daze.

Not far away, Zhao Ziying was shouting the trumpet of "one, two, three, four", and his voice was full of rhythm and sonorous power. The two boys on the ground are in the posture of an old/man/pusher/cart, laughing wildly, releasing their excitement for the upcoming competition tomorrow.

An Xiaoyu was a little stunned.

There are thousands of faggets in the world, and half of them are crazy and stupid?

For the first time, An Xiaoyu felt that Heavenly Dao was so wise about the emotional restrictions between living beings.

At least not with spicy eyes......