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The main road of Biluo City has been under martial law since early in the morning. The lords of the Lanwan Domain will personally inspect the Special Intelligence Department, which also means that the existence of the Special Intelligence Department will be officially made public.

Since more than a decade ago, when an official was assassinated in public by the Dawn Assassins while on patrol, no official has dared to show his head in public. This time, the Lanwan lord mobilized the people, and in a sense, it was also the government's deterrence and provocation against the Dawn Organization.

In such a lively scene, the people have no reason to be absent.

One after another, the Qing people filled the streets, hoping that something would happen. Qing Yu and Gu Nanyi were also in the crowd, and looking around, they could casually see some suspicious people.

It can be seen that both black and white are very interested in today's excitement.

The sun is gradually rising, and the big glass anchor at the head of the city shines with blue brilliance. In the beautiful wind and sunshine, the luxurious carriage of the Lord of Lanwan gradually came.

The cavalry opened the way, the convoy was huge, and the escorts in black uniforms were in good order. The people cheered loudly and thanked the government for bringing them peace.

"Look, those convoys are members of the Ministry of Special Intelligence, and they are all superpowers!"

"Well, if all the Strangers obey the government's regulations, we won't have to worry about it anymore! That's great! ”

"It's best to take out all of the Dawn organizations! Then control those mercenaries too! The Alien is so terrifying, these monsters shouldn't be allowed to have human rights and freedom! ”

……

The voice of ordinary people is the most fundamental status quo of this society, which has led to the gradual emergence of some voices among the supernatural in recent years:

In this era of the jungle, useless ordinary talents should be eliminated and cleaned up, thrown into the sea to feed the fish, or sent to the "grave" to fend for themselves!

Lesions of the human heart.

The distortion of human nature.

The world is so sick that even the last vestiges of balance are beginning to crumble.

Gu Nanyi squinted, her mood was extremely complicated, and Qing Yu was just expressionless, not knowing whether she was numb or cold-blooded.

The convoy gradually approached, and the lord's luxurious carriage was in front of him. In the midst of the curtains, a man in his forties sat in a red cloak, his scepter shining with gold, and the gems set on it were priceless.

At this moment, a signal flare was suddenly released in the crowd, and more than a dozen black shadows suddenly jumped up and rushed straight to the carriage-

Boom!

The guards fired their guns in warning, and the parapowers of the escort sprang into action: some turned into orcs, some summoned Frost, and even those who could manipulate the clouds; The different abilities work together seamlessly, and they quickly wipe out the raiding abilities;

The Assassins had markings on their faces in the most conspicuous places, the marks of the Dawn Order.

The sudden incident caused the people to panic and scream, but before the scene got out of control, everything was over. The Assassins were captured and escorted in front of the lord's carriage in an orderly manner:

"Good! Well done! ”

"Long live the Three Emperors!"

"Long live the Lord!"

"The Secret Service is doing well!"

Some people took the lead in chanting, and people responded in response. In a bloody atmosphere, Lord Lanwan walked out of the tent, full of confidence: "Everyone, from now on, we also have our own army of supernatural people, they are all elites in a hundred, and they will definitely be able to defeat the Dawn Organization!" ”

"Defeat the Dawn!"

"Exterminate the terrorists!"

"Defeat the Dawn!"

"Exterminate the terrorists!"

……

Wave after wave of chanting voices. Qing Yu and Gu Nanyi withdrew in a huff - the people of the Dawn Organization would not have printed the mark in such a conspicuous position, let alone appear in such a stupid way.

Obviously, what has just happened is nothing more than a farce of the government's popularity.

It's boring!

It's more lively than this nourishing show, and it's still far away from the sound of the underground block, but it's full of musty smell and moisture.

If there is light and there is shadow, if the above-ground Biluo City represents the brilliance, then the underground slum is the shadow, or rather, it is an ugly birthmark that the government wants to erase but has to keep.

Like rats and cockroaches hiding in the sewers, such a place nourishes darkness, crime, and all the dirty things, but there can be no only glamorous nobles and rich people in the world, and there are many things that need to be done by the lowly and lowly people.

Light Feather is going to the place on the third floor of the underground mall, next to a tailor's shop.

The tailors here are third-rate craftsmen, and the clothes they make for the poor are poor, but they can only afford to consume such crafts. Moreover, living in such a place, safety hazards are very problematic, and you must be vigilant against frequent fires all day long.

Fire and burglar warnings are plastered all over the old and mottled walls, and the doors of almost every house here are submerged in these signs. Next to the tailor shop is a steamed bun shop that also sells cheap Western food, but the ingredients are often spoiled meat. But the poor don't mind. If the price of a cheap "big meal" is just diarrhea, they think it's a good deal.

But this is not a simple restaurant, and the owner will take on some black work in private. A person like Kazuha is a regular customer of the boss.

"The last time you were together, didn't you tell you when you went back, the wind outside has been tight in the past two years, and the price has already increased."

Qingyu couldn't hear the price increase, but he wasn't so annoyed, and only said to Nunu behind him:

"Tell him."

Gu Nanyi's face was full of innocence, and soon, the boss's bill was handed in front of him:

"Trouble pay the bill first."

So the 30,000 light baht was spent like this, Gu Nanyi didn't even know what was going on, and only when Qing Yu was lying on the couch in the back room did he understand: "Do you want a tattoo number?" ”

"Nonsense." Qing Yu was cold, took out the nameplate given by Nathan before and put it on the table, the boss glanced at it, and skillfully picked up the tool.

Tattoos here are not permanent, though.

The recipe and technology for concocting permanent pigments are in the hands of the government, and black workshops like this are out of reach. This tattoo is the same as the fake identity that Nathan gave to Light Feather, and the duration is only one month.

After a month, the fake tattoo will fade and the fake identity given by Nathan will be invalid.

Nathan is not allowed to "survive" for a month or two in the background, and after a month, Nathan, who is the head of the "Extraordinary Human Management Division", will put the number of the expired fake identity on the wanted list to avoid future troubles.

People who come to this tattoo abound, especially after the establishment of the Ministry of Special Intelligence. It's just that these people already have numbers, and it's really rare to get tattoos without a number like Qingyu.

"I've had a lot of dealings with He Fu's subordinates, if it weren't for the fact that you had a token, I really don't believe that in addition to the night owl, there are mercenaries under her who have no abilities." The boss chatted while working, and he was very skilled in the technique of tattoo numbering, and it was not difficult to hear between the words, and he thought that no number was equal to no ability:

"No matter what your task is, you're always a woman. It's not a good thing to disguise yourself as an Adept. Although there is a special intelligence department now, God knows what the hell the government has in mind. Their black-hearted guys will change when they say they will change, maybe one day, those idiots in the Secret Service really don't know how they died. ”

This kind of black work has been done for a long time, and all kinds of people have seen more, and as they grow older, the boss will feel more or less emotional.

Qing Yu glanced at the boss lightly and didn't speak, which made the boss a little embarrassed, but his obscure expression had a pain that couldn't be hidden: "It's not that I'm nosy, but when I see you, I can't help but think of my poor little daughter." ”

The boss sighed, didn't say much, and then quietly completed the numbered tattoo for Light Feather.

Qing Yu looked at her arm and was very satisfied with the tattoo, almost no different from the government tattoo, but this made Gu Nanyi can't help but think of the pattern on her back:

"You're obviously an anomalous being, why don't you have a number? Or is there something special about the pattern behind you? ”

These questions actually bothered Gu Nanyi for a long time, but he also knew that this woman would not say it. She still only gave Gu Nanyi an indifferent back.

By the time the two left the underground street, Biluo City had already faded from the bustle and resumed its daily routine. However, the registration office of the Special Intelligence Department was still overcrowded, which showed that the scene arranged by the lord in the morning was indeed successful.

The circus-like tent at the registration office was still towering, and in Qing Yu's eyes, the place looked more and more like a group of people playing monkey shows. But the difference is that she really wants to sign up now, or with Gu Nanyi.

The long queue lasted for nearly two hours, and as soon as Qingyu and Gu Nan entered, the sky had already darkened, and candles were lit in the tent.

The layout of the registration office is very simple, even the tables and chairs are full of old goods that I got out of nowhere, and even have a light musty smell. The officials who do things are also staggering, lazy and unorthodox.

It's still a monkey show!

Qing Yuxin was sneering, but his face was honest and honest, and he obediently revealed the number on his arm.

The person in charge behind the desk raised his eyes to look at her, and his gaze inevitably lingered on her beautiful face, so he simply looked at it: "What's your name?" ”

"My name, my name is Xiao Yu." The woman was humble and very shy, and the man behind her kept pulling at the corners of her clothes.

"Do you sign up or does he sign up?" The person in charge was a greasy middle-aged man, and he looked at the man behind the woman with no expectation.

Qing Yu was a little sad: "My lord, this is my brother, he is my only relative." My brother had a brain injury before, and I was the one who took care of him all the time. I hope that the net will open up and let me take my brother to join the secret service together. ”

"As long as I can take in our brothers and sisters and give them food, I don't need to be paid!" Light Feather is anxious and sincere. Behind her, Gu Nanyi was like an imbecile child, with a pair of eyes blinking left and right, curious and timid, holding the corner of Qingyu's clothes tightly in his hand.

The person in charge and the two subordinates around him looked at each other. It seems that this matter is all up to the person in charge to decide.

The middle-aged man's eyebrows were sinister, and his eyes were obviously ill-intentioned when he looked at Qing Yu back and forth:

"It's not impossible. But first, I need to know what your ability is. ”

"Come, Xiao Yu, come to me." The middle-aged man beckoned his groping hand and opened his arms.