If the Upper Town is the bright side of the world, then the Lower Town is the dark side of the world.

The potholed ground is littered with all sorts of sewage, rotting leaves, discarded leather, and even feces. Wild dogs are playing in the alleys. And on the buildings on both sides are a lot of drying objects. Clothes and salted fish hung from the bamboo poles, blocking the already scarce sunlight in the narrow alleyways, making the foul air even more unbearable.

Dressed neatly and wearing an armored helmet, Bing Core is unusually conspicuous in this filthy environment. Of course, the metal firearm in Binghe's hand was even more eye-catching, and a pair of eyes were looking through the cracks in the door and on the edge of the window.

Bing Nucleus does not shield the sense of smell, but on the contrary, it strengthens the perception of smell. The realm searched every corner of the pimple, no matter how disgusting it was. Maybe an opponent is lurking in a garbage heap full of dead rats. Even Binghe himself was very amazed that he was able to be nervous and serious to this point in the face of danger.

"In the face of death, no matter who dies here, no matter who dies here. It doesn't make any difference when it decays. Binghe admonished himself, then quietly slowed down and leaned towards the corner. Binghe knew through the realm that his opponent was behind the two walls within forty meters at this time, and the two targets had short weapons that could be thrown in their hands.

Although it is impossible to judge visually. But Binghe speculated that the blade of this short weapon should have something like venom on it. Because only by applying poison can it be effectively stabbed.

Twenty meters away.

On the side of the enemy

Tiny hair-like fluffs wrap around the assassin's blade for a split second before dissipating into the air, and the core realm magic is able to make atmospheric aerosols form fluff, the formation of which allows for more detailed information gathering on the surface of objects.

The black-veiled assassin looked at the wool on the blade that had dissipated like smoke and dust, and his face showed a look of indifference and despair. The killer is very familiar with the half-inch fish intestine in the palm of his hand. In their words, the blade is a part of their body, and even if the blade touches a hair, they know it. When the hairs condensed in the realm appeared, even though they only existed for a few tenths of a second, they were keenly detected by this high-level assassin.

And the reason why these assassins are desperate is because they know who they are messing with. Every Assassin enters the profession with a number of taboos in mind. Realm was the highest taboo for the Assassins.

[Seven thousand years ago, the Assassins in this world were still very active. 】

The Assassins assassinated the bigwigs, received rich bounties, and then established their own organizations and guilds. On the mainland, there are even families with an Assassin lineage, as well as a median profession such as the Master Assassin.

The current division between the Upper and Lower Towns is related to the Assassin profession. At that time, when muskets were still a little rudimentary, because the knights had limited ability to maintain domination, the knights ruled the bright areas of society, and the darkness of society was ruled by the Assassin profession.

The knights could not extend their dominance to the dark corners. The forces entrenched in the underworld can use assassination and money to buy and infect the power of the aristocracy. At that time, the knightly class under the rule of the religious group, in order to ensure their rule, could only divide the city into upper and lower urban districts to divide the chaos. At that time, the Assassins also had their own median class and heritage, which was called Master Assassin.

However, more than 6,000 years ago, the Master Assassin died out.

The reason for the demise of the profession of Master Assassin was not that the status of the Assassins' juniors had been regularized, nor was it the compromise between the underworld and the white way. It was the birth of the fortress profession that made the assassination profession the least popular and unpromising profession. In head-on conflict, the Assassin was no match for the Knight, and the Assassin only relied on his hidden abilities to try to kill with a single hit.

In the scope of the fortress realm, everything hidden can be perceived, and all the secret passages of the dark room can be explored clearly. The bastion can be analyzed to the centimeter within a range of two or three hundred meters, as long as there are gaps, as long as the living beings breathe. There would be no fog about the fortress. In addition, even machinery emits heat and electromagnetic waves.

The fortresses, guarded by knights and armies, entered the lower town. After discovering all the secret passages in the city, the knight and his soldiers directly surrounded the Assassins' stronghold, just like dealing with ground rats, and poured a jar of oil and a fire into those secret passages.

Even the Master Assassin had no effect, and could only run out and be shot indiscriminately. In just one hundred years, there is no median family that has passed down the lineage for the purpose of assassination for generations.

Most of the Master Assassin families were killed, and a few were transferred to the military and became explorers and knights.

And now, a knight family with very high agility in the lineage inheritance is very likely to be a master assassin family.

Of course, these families will never mention that their ancestors were indiscriminate assassins, but only the glorious history of their own families fighting bravely on the battlefield.

Although there is no longer a median profession of Master Assassin, there is still a dark side to society, so the profession of assassin is still there.

In this industry, there are two ecosystems, private and public.

The private family is the little head on the underworld. Usually they have only been in the industry for less than three generations, and their lineage system seems to be just some soldiers or marksmen with high agility, and the level is basically the middle level of the lower profession. Even subordinates. It's an amateur killer.

They are usually the leaders of small gangs of dozens or hundreds of people in the lower city. When the gang is in trouble with their business. will use these three-pronged methods to deal with opponents.

These include chopping off pets in the opponent's house and cutting off the ears of the servants to deter the opponent. Killings are only made when they are not negotiable.

These professionals who kill people on the underworld will consciously let their magic lineage assist them in hiding and being agile within two or three generations. The purpose of this is simply to survive in the chaotic neighborhood.

After accumulating enough resources within a few generations, they will bleach their business and allow their offspring to enter the army, obtain the career of a mid-level officer, and finally join the military aristocracy of the middle class.

Their rules were to only operate in the lower towns, not to make trouble in the upper towns, and not to provoke the nobles. So this kind of private guy can only be passed down for three generations. Three generations later, they will either be hacked to death on the streets, or they will be transformed successfully.

And the public assassins are the agents of the state, they have been passed down for seven or eight generations, and some have been passed down for more than ten generations. These people are a disgraceful means in the hands of the great powers.

These public assassins were proficient in poisons, firearms, and lurk, knew the situation of the lower ranks, and could disguise themselves as personable nobles when they picked up a wine glass. Shopkeepers in the lower classes, dancers and waiters in the upper classes may all be their hidden identities.

Of course, these families that have inherited the Assassins' ultimate wish is to bleach, to bleach into high society.

For example, Xu Ling, the chief intelligence officer of St. Sauk, is like this in his family. Xu Ling's current ability to reach the median class is to reach the median class by relying on the authority of Saint Sauk. Without authority to regulate, he can only be a subordinate and superior.

Xu Ling's family has spent twenty generations serving St. Sauk, and three of them have achieved the position of the General Directorate of Gendarmerie, and they have been loyal to each other for a lifetime. St. Sauc promised that five generations would have achieved this high position and at the same time be absolutely loyal for the rest of their lives. The family will be given a true median occupation. In that way, you can really squeeze into the upper class.

There are only three families in this underworld transformation in the territory of St. Sauce. This system has led to fierce competition among generations of Imperial agent families, as well as a high level of loyalty to the Empire.

[Now Binghe is encountering the assassin of the public family, and the assassin is from Oka]

The fortress was the natural enemy of the Assassins. And the realm is unsolvable for the Assassin profession hidden in the shadows.

And the intelligence of the Oka people is not budgeted for the area of Bingnu's possession.

If the realm does not distort the obvious phenomenon of light, then only the realm can be perceived by the territorial.

In West, only Verian knew about Binghe's domain, and Vilian knew that Binghe was worth more, but Verian tacitly concealed it for Binghe.

In Okka, only Ice Floe Peso knows that Binghe's profession may be a fortress, but after the failure of the King Election and his party, Ice Floe Peso explains that Binghe's lineage can change the knight's lineage, which is considered to be shirking. Therefore, the ice floe peso did not report this information, and the assassination instructions of the Oka people were made under the shadows, and when the assassination decision was made, the peso did not know about it, so it was even more unlikely that it would take the initiative to report it.

That's why several agents were shocked to realize that there was a field present when they were on the scene of the assassination. And due to the lack of intelligence, these Assassins found themselves locked in the realm. It is still not clear that Bing Core is the source of the domain.

After all, in this world, the inherent concept that "the mechanical controller has no way to advance to the fortress" has not been openly broken. This preconceived notion still interferes with the agents' judgment.

Now the agents were shocked, because the operation had been very carefully prepared, and after several sets of noble eyes, the agents determined that Her Majesty Willy was now in the harbor seven kilometers away from Binghe, and was not here.

Because of that ingrained common sense above. Agents realize that they are locked into the realm of desperation. still makes up the absurd story of 'Verian is using a stand-in to appear in a distant port and be with Binghe in private'. I didn't guess the fact that 'Binghe, the mechanical controller, actually has a domain'.

So the agents of Oka made the most wrong choice after realizing that they were exposed. They decided to surround Wei to save Zhao. A state of encirclement and interception was formed in the alley to target Bingnu. The purpose of the mechanic is to interfere with the locking of the 'Verian Domain'. to increase the chances of escape for the target directing the operation.

So Binghe, who was walking on the street, was stunned when he felt this situation, and made sure that these goods were not scattered and ran away, but ran over to follow him. Binghe quickened his pace.

At the mouth of an alley, Binghe suddenly stopped, quickly raised his hand, and then strafed, and the person behind the wall was beaten back by Binghe as soon as he poked his head out. The bullets slammed into the wall and splattered a large amount of rubble, captivating the agent's eyes. It's not that Binghe's marksmanship is bad, Binghe has a plan to catch it alive.

With a leap of his body, Binghe climbed over the wall to the agent, snatched a clothes pole and shattered the crossbow on the agent's arm. But as he was about to restrain the guy further, the agent visibly gritted his teeth, and soon bled to death.

Seeing a person die in front of him with his own eyes shocked Binghe's heart. It's not that Bing is soft and reluctant to let the other party die.

Instead, he gritted his teeth and committed suicide without hesitation. Such a tragic scene reminds Binghe that what he is facing now is no longer human. Rather, it is a tool called the Dead.

Binghe, who was standing under the wall, stared at the black-skinned corpse, and muttered as if under a spell, "Is that so? If you can't achieve the task, you will choose to die immediately, well, there is no possibility of peaceful communication. Well? ”

Binghe suddenly noticed a pendant around the agent's neck. I picked up the pendant and found that there was a photo inside, but the photo had been burned, leaving only dark ashes. Binghe, who saw this scene, sighed: "I also have a family." ”

Binghe immediately left the place,

A few seconds later, behind the other agent, Bing Nucleus suddenly flashed out, knocking the agent unconscious, then removing the joints of his limbs and pulling the capsules from his teeth. Thrown into the ditch.

The other two agents were then dealt with in this way. Half an hour later, the guards who arrived would fish out the two men. Of course, there is no need to worry about follow-up interrogation, and torture in this world is the most suitable for dealing with these killers.

In just a few minutes, after solving the three trash fish that came to be sent separately.

Binghe crossed several streets and pursued the target in an alley. At this point, the sighter leaned against the mottled wall covered with green vines, and the smell of urine came from the wall from afar, and it was obvious that this gloomy wall was convenient for many people.

In such a secluded place, the desperate sight was limp because the warhead had just been picked out. Now he has no combat power, facing Bing Core in a mechanical suit, like meat on a chopping board.

Binghe noticed the desperation in his eyes, but noticed the trembling in his fingers, which was a sign of hesitation to commit suicide, and Binghe saw this scene, and his heart moved. There is no need to talk about anything in the face of the dead. And in the face of people who are nostalgic, then you can talk about some things well.

Binghe took a few steps back to show that he had no killing intent, and said, "I, Gunyan Binghe, now under the pseudonym Ronggang, am the target of your assassination this time. - My family has always taught me to be a human being, and I have always thought that this is right. Of course, this way of dealing with people is now being challenged by Your Excellency.

But I still insist on my family teachings, and I will let you go back today, but please tell the people behind you. There were five people involved in my assassination. If, in the event of a head-on confrontation in the future, your family members feel that what I have done has gone too far and that I am unreasonable, please remind them that today's assassination is the cause and effect of the future. I will always wait for your family to give me a reasonable explanation. ”

With that, Binghe threw him a map and signaled his escape route. Remind him that it is best to get out of here within twenty minutes.

After listening to Binghe's words, the aimer took a deep breath, because he had several warheads on his body, and he had just taken them out with only a knife. The wound has not yet healed. Just now, the target was born and died, so he didn't care about the wound, but when the hope of life appeared, he tried to inhale and relieve the pain in his body.

The aimed stood up tremblingly, bowed to Binghe and said, "Thank you for your kindness, I regret that I didn't mean to do it today, but I will convey your intentions." ”