September 7, 2008, at 3.42 p.m.

Afghanistan, Old Town of Kabul.

There are almost no high-rise buildings here, but there are low-rise houses called illegal construction; There are few medical, recreational, or educational institutions, but there are half-ruined buildings that have only had time to clean up the broken bricks.

Even if there is no complete water supply system, more than half of the population does not have access to safe water, and these people may get water by using containers that can be freed up as much as possible, or by fetching water from street wells, and so on.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg!

If anyone goes to the buildings built on the hillside and takes a closer look, no, even for a day, then they will find that these so-called "illegal buildings" are the only places that can sleep, and a month's rent may take away half a month's salary from some tenants.

It's not like those areas that are built on flat ground. There is no electricity, no sewerage, no running water, and of course, there are no schools, clinics and other basic facilities in the city, and this is a gathering place for the poor!

So, looking at the new city on the north bank of the Kabul River, at the high-rise buildings with glaring glass facades that shimmer in the sunlight, the same expression appears on several different faces.

Squinting, frowning, with a weird expression that looks like I'm constipated. Looking back at the large area of low-rise buildings behind him, which were no different from the slums, the eyes were full of pale yellow!

One of the faces suddenly opened his mouth and made a voice that seemed to be fate: "Mr. Pwada, in a place like this, it looks like a bustling area within reach, and I don't think I can control the urge to swim directly into the river!" ”

The only face that did not show a constipated expression, the one known as Mr. Pwada, said in a more flat tone: "Then please come with me, we must arrive at the fourth branch by four o'clock in the afternoon." ”

The earnestness and toughness between the words immediately came out.

But no one is dissatisfied with this, think about it, a man who doesn't know where to pull out a firearm with a silencer on his body, a man who shoots people in the head with a single shot, and whose face is splashed with a little disgusting cerebral blood, and finally just a random wipe with a blank face, who will go to trouble for the slightest unhappiness.

Of course, if one person singles out six people in front of him with his bare hands without any weapons, the odds of winning are infinitely zero.

Under the leadership of Pu Wada, the six people who walked around the street and finally came to a warehouse of about four or five hundred square meters were Zhang Miao and Wu Ba, who came to Afghanistan because of training.

As soon as he arrived at the warehouse, which was neither too big nor too small, Pu Wada first raised his hand to look at a mechanical watch on his left hand, and after confirming that there were still two minutes to reach four o'clock, he finally showed a slightly satisfied expression in front of the six people. This made the six people can't help but think out of place, "It turns out that this person is not a facial paralysis".

Then, the six of them saw a scene that aroused their curiosity, only to see Pwada raise his right hand and pull out the knob used to adjust the time on the mechanical dial - more precisely, the crown - and then rotate it counterclockwise, and the mechanical watch of Pwada was directly split in half from the middle, moving to both sides, and a button battery-like thing covered with black holes was exposed to the air from the inside.

And Mr. Povada, bringing this thing to his lips, came out of his mouth a series of strange pronunciations: ".استوونی دنده بشپړ کړه او د دندې استوونکي لپاره کارول شوه (The leader has completed the task, requests the task handover.) ）”

Almost as soon as the words fell, the warehouse roller shutter door in front of the group suddenly made a slight sound of the lock releasing the deadbolt, and a small door two meters high and one meter wide opened a gap.

Pu Wada opened the small door halfway, and while motioning for the six people behind him to enter, he said, "After you enter, stand still and don't move, someone will come to pick you up soon." ”

Behind the door, it was dark.

The group also had no nonsense, and they entered the small door one after another.

Zhang Miao was the last to walk into the door, and as soon as he entered, he noticed that behind this small door, it was not the spacious warehouse space behind the roller shutter door that he had expected, but a passage that was only slightly higher and wider than the small door.

It's clearly a style that can't make two people walk side by side.

If nothing else, the design that allows only one person to walk forward or stand is somewhat intriguing.

You must know that no matter where you are, as long as there are two or more people in a certain place, there will inevitably be conflicts, even if there are like-minded or even people with similar ideas, there will always be some times when you think differently.

If there are two people like this, appearing in such a narrow passage, it will be a big problem who will advance first and who will come last.

Fortunately, even Zhang Miao, who got the reminder of number 528, only thought that he had a good relationship with the big man and Tu Lun, and he was not afraid that he would not find anyone to help when he did things in the future, but he didn't think too much about the rest.

And the others, basically with a peaceful mind, do not have any cause of dispute with each other, of course, except for the number 7010!

There is a slight conflict between her and Zhang Miao. However, it is not to the extent of being fatal.

But judging from the current situation, the former's position is in the second place in the front, and the latter is in the last place, but there are three people in between.

A small conflict, separated by the position of three people, based on these two points, can be regarded as peaceful.

Outside, after watching the last person enter the small door, he closed the door, and after the sound of the moment the door closed echoed in his ears, Pu Wada's face that seemed to be expressionless towards the door suddenly narrowed his eyes, revealing a trace of piety.

"O Lord! Bless these rookies for the next seventy-five days, for the sake of assassinating the Alliance, for their own sake, and for the sake of people like me! Amen! ”

The right hand clicked on the center of the eyebrows, the left shoulder, the middle line of the chest, and the right shoulder, and the cross was drawn in a circle, and after looking at the position of the small door just now, Pu Wada, who seemed to have suddenly become preoccupied, turned around and left.

Only six people were left standing still after entering the small door.

In the narrow passageway, which was dimly lit, six people, familiar and unfamiliar with each other, leaned against the wall, and for a moment no one spoke, or rather, there was no topic for them to talk about at this time.

The silent can only be seen by the sound of their breathing.

Da, da, da.

Da, da, da!

Da! Da! Da!

From far to near, from light to heavy......

In this narrow passage, which could only be walked by one person, everyone knew that it was a man with stiff heels on his feet, walking towards him.

The sound of the heel smashing on the ground was like a drum hammer smashing on the hearts of six people with a gentle rhythm, and the invisible pressure made an inexplicable sense of tension arise spontaneously from their hearts, and forced them to stand up straight unconsciously, and even the muscles in their bodies tightened slightly.

And standing in the first place, and also the most inside, Wu Ba is undoubtedly under the greatest pressure. However, this man who was the most incomprehensible in Zhang Miao's eyes, in such a dimness, in the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, suddenly grinned, and whispered almost like a roar in his mouth.

"The step pitch is consistent! Get used to the heel first landing! The force of landing is almost the same! Master! ”

It seemed to be tense, and the low roar that Wu Bana had made clear in this quiet passage became a little frightened.

The unknown is frightening, even silent, but knowing that nothing can be changed, which is more devastating than fear!

The footsteps suddenly stopped, followed by a man's voice.

"Hey! Don't be nervous, I'm here to pick you up! ”

Such standard Mandarin!

Chinese? Or a foreigner who can speak Chinese like Big Guy and Prasda?

Before the six of them could ask questions, they heard a rapid muffled sound of fists hammering against the wall, and a man cursing one after another: "His grandmother has a leg!" Why the fucking broken voice-activated lights?! Dog's day, just say don't connect the power supply here to the warehouse, it's just that no one comes to get it, and there is no power all day long! The people in the tech department all grew up eating fucking shit! ”

Then, the man was silent for a moment, and then as if he was talking to someone: "Go and turn on the generator!" Also, call all the employees in the warehouse to start working! Let's just say that this time I will work overtime for three days! Triple everyone's daily wage! ”

As the last word dissipated, the man didn't make any other moves, but that didn't mean that the six people would just relax, especially Wu Ba, who bore the brunt of the attack.

After all, standing in the first position, and in such a narrow passage, he must also be the first to be attacked, which is equivalent to a complete human punching bag!

"Smack!"

"Hum—"

The white light, the gut-tingling sound of electricity, began from the ceiling against the doorway, and faded away quickly and rhythmically until it ended.

And the man who made all six people nervous finally revealed his true colors under the white flickering light.

Slightly messy three-inch long hair, oblique bangs covering the man's left eye, his right eye seems to be half-squinted in a daze, and a faint stiff smile has been hanging on his face since sometime, and the whole face looks a little thin.

But the position where the man was standing was about four or five meters away from the six people, this distance could only be seen from the man's face, he was a yellow race, and as for the nationality, the six people couldn't be refined at all.

After the passage was completely brightened, the man just smiled stiffly and said, "Welcome to the Fourth Division of the Assassination Alliance!" For the next 75 days, you can just call me the person in charge. As for my character or something, in the next time, you will have an understanding. Not only that, but you will also learn about the ...... that should have been told to you in seventy-five days."