"You say what you say!" Yuan Sui seemed to be excited all of a sudden, and the volume was a little louder.

"It's probably not a good bedtime story for children, so I'll give you a wake-up call first."

"I'm bold!"

"Okay." Han Yue paused, "This was probably seven or eight years ago, at that time, our little boss was only seventeen or eighteen years old, younger than you are now, and the uniform of the same size is not very able to hold up." ”

“…… You're suggesting that he's a little fatter now? ”

Han Yue seemed amused by her reaction, and laughed for a while before continuing: "There was a big case that year - oh, if it weren't for the fact that it wasn't solved very beautifully, it would probably be the kind that would have been written into the textbook." The prisoner involved is also the one with the strongest 'talent' we have encountered outside the ship so far. ”

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2192, February 21.

Han Yue let out a white breath and made a small stretching motion, and was immediately warned by the eyes of his companions beside him.

"Don't worry." He twisted more happily, and slowly made a mouth shape, "Can't see me." ”

Ignoring the envious and jealous gazes cast by the team members beside him, Han Yue turned around specially and stretched his neck to look at the young master of the Ling family, who was shrunk at the end with a subtle sense of existence, and sneered in his heart.

This little master is really a boring person. At his age, he was never allowed to go on assignments, and it would be a violation to be here. If he had half of his father's skillful tongue, he would not have been left out in the cold.

Speaking of which, it was clear that they were father and son, whether it was appearance, personality, or way of acting, Han Yue did not see the slightest similarity with his father from Ling Shucheng. He hasn't seen what the business ability of this proud son of heaven is, but the fact that his personality is not likable at all can be determined in advance. The six groups that were temporarily grouped to the next door to Wen Daoyuan, who is known for his good temper, were obviously the result of being taken care of by the top, but he didn't grasp the opportunity at all, and he dealt with everything that was still friendly and cared about everything, and he fell at the end of the team all day long, and after everyone had a hot face and a few cold butts, they didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Originally, the content of this mission was already very unpleasant.

Very few people can enjoy the treatment of six or seven groups of people who are dispatched for him together. Counting Ling Shucheng, who came to observe the internship, the total number of active six groups and seven groups is a full seven elites, led by Wen Daoyuan and Han Yue respectively, just to arrest an ungoverned person outside the ship who seems to be a dog with a mouse, which can be regarded as a strange anecdote.

This year's winter has been surprisingly cold. Han Yue couldn't help but shudder, and glanced at his companions around him, all of whom were all cold and gloomy.

"Sister Yan hasn't been contacted yet?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

"Hold your breath." Wen Daoyuan whispered.

It was quiet for a while, and the snow was almost burying a few people lying on the roof. This kind of environment is easy to make people drowsy, Han Yue was distracted, but a person behind him suddenly got up, and without waiting for the others to react, he jumped from the skylight.

"Damn, it's that hairy boy! I'm going to get him back, watch out for the bad stuff! Without waiting for Wen Daoyuan to stop him, someone jumped down again. Han Yue glanced at him, the former raised his eyebrows, and the latter sighed.

I'm afraid it's already a bad thing. Han Yue made a gesture, and everyone jumped down in turn, and he followed at the end, thinking about what else could be remedied in the next step.

He was shaking his head and walking, and was suddenly hit hard by a member of the team who turned back - he really didn't expect such a wide aisle to suffer this kind of inexplicable injury, a little helplessly rubbed his forehead, and was about to speak, but saw that the team member who had just bumped into him didn't look at him, and was retching against the wall.

The feeling of cold made everyone a little numb. Han Yue was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this smell in the air was probably not just the smell of rust.

Three steps and two steps, Han Yue quickly caught up with the people in front, turned a big corner, and finally entered the mission site - an old warehouse full of empty wooden barrels, but still a little bit of wine.

Everyone was scattered. In this case, if you really encounter a great character to sneak attack, I am afraid that this group of players who are still not mature enough after really encountering things will have to make a mistake. Han Yue touched the door of his head, crossed the few blocking in front of him, and after fixing his eyes, he also paused slightly.

The notoriously beautiful and powerful female member of the group had been broken and stuffed into a large wooden barrel, almost unrecognizable if it weren't for her trademark maroon hair. A lot of blood spilled from the side of the barrel, Han Yue rubbed his eyebrows, and saw three neat characters written on the dusty ground dipped in blood.

"It's late."

Han Yue hissed lightly and looked back at Wen Daoyuan's expression.

The shell, which was gentle and gentle at any time, seemed to have finally been torn off his face with blood. His face was tense, his eyes were wide and frightening, and he was clenching his teeth, but his lips were trembling slightly.

At this moment, a shadow with a pestle on the side suddenly moved out of place. Han Yue raised his eyes, only to find that the figure was actually Ling Shucheng who was running at the front.

He heard Ling Shucheng sigh softly.

Immediately, Ling Shucheng walked smoothly to the edge of the bucket, covering most of everyone's sight, his hands seemed to rummage in the bucket for a while, and a faintly viscous voice scratched everyone's eardrums. After about two or three minutes, Han Yue finally heard a cold electronic tone: "ID release confirmation." ”

This is the first priority reaction after confirming the death of a teammate, but it sounds very harsh at this time. It seems that this little young master's psychological quality is indeed very strong, but he is a little ......

Han Yue looked around and captured the angry expressions on everyone's faces.

Ling Shucheng only wiped his hands slightly in front of him, his eyes looked between Han Yue and Wen Daoyuan, and finally walked towards Han Yue, and said to Han Yue for the first time: "Burn it?" ”

Several eyes that could almost eat people shot straight here, but Ling Shucheng seemed to be unconscious, his eyes and tone were still so calm, obviously waiting for Han Yue's order.

“…… Burn it. Han Yue felt a little headache, reached out and rubbed his temples, and heard Wen Daoyuan, who turned around quickly and left without looking back, as if he had kicked something together halfway, and made a loud noise.

Han Yue looked at the young man in front of him with a bit of delicate eyebrows and eyes, and thought in his heart, this is not wrong, it seems that it is indeed his father's own birth.

He quietly watched as Ling Shucheng took out an incendiary bomb, and he didn't even shake his hand from beginning to end.

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"Found it." Wen Daoyuan's voice was already very hoarse, as if he had just finished smoking two or three packs of cigarettes in a row—in fact, it might be more than that.

Han Yue knew that he hadn't eaten or slept for almost three days, and even his walking steps were a little vain.

He glanced around the room, and sure enough, in the most remote corner, he saw a person leaning against the corner of the table, Ling Shucheng, with his head down, holding a steaming cup, as if he didn't care too much about everything in the room.

The target of their trip was the focus of countless people outside the ship for two years, and it was rumored that the genius killer who would take on any dirty work as long as he was given money, tentatively codenamed "GT", came from the surnames of the two deceased who were first confirmed to have died under his hands.

In the past two years, this unknown killer has committed dozens of homicides one after another, but it has not attracted the attention of the "Pangu" side, which is not directly involved in this matter and is relatively on the sidelines.

Until someone hired this cruel young man to assassinate a retired soldier on the "Pangu".

There are two things that are hard to believe. The first is that he actually succeeds even though the subject is a protected person, and the second is that he reveals his true identity - a dangerous talent holder born in an orphanage outside the ship.

This kind of carefree person is the most terrible.

The fact that two teams were dispatched to work together at the top shows the importance attached to this matter. After a long period of intelligence gathering work, the 67th group finally set up a "fishing" plan, on the one hand, they turned several corners and asked someone to pass on a new "job" to the killer, and on the other hand, let one member pretend to be the target of this "work", and the others set up a net nearby to support at any time.

The female member of the sixth group, who is used to being called "Sister Yan", has excellent overall quality, and is a rare special member who is good at fighting. The identity of a woman is a good disguise, enough to make most mission targets slack, and since Han Yue met her, he has rarely met a few guys who can fight this seemingly weak but actually tough woman.

But she died silently under everyone's noses, without even sending a message.

Han Yue remembered the three words of this killer's provocation, and he couldn't say that his blood was surging, but he felt a slight headache.

Thinking of this, he stared at Ling Shucheng for a long time. As the first to notice the abnormality and rush to the front, this young man with incomplete hair showed surprising calmness, and always avoided talking about the way he found the abnormality.

Forget it, who sent Ling Shucheng and what his identity is, everyone knows it, and they have no intention of asking further. But the way this person spoke was really annoying, and he had almost endured the uncontrollable anger of everyone in the room in the past few days, but he still maintained an indifferent attitude, neither refuting nor explaining, wasting saliva on him did not have any effect on anger, and he could only think more and more about this white and pure face.

I have to say it, Ling Shucheng is barely a relative of him who is not very close, both a junior and a junior, so he should take care of one or two. It's a pity that in the face of a person who always has a long face and can't see his thoughts, Han Yue really can't dedicate this courtesy.

Wen Daoyuan, who was thinking wildly, and his eyes were bloodshot, spoke hoarsely again: "There is a new breakthrough. ”

"What?" The atmosphere in the room was lifted.

"This Mr. Killer...... It turned out that he was not alone......" Wen Daoyuan spoke extremely slowly, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

In just a few days, Wen Daoyuan seemed to be a different person, almost a little stunned, searching for information about "GT" from the corners day and night, and had already run back and forth to the orphanage two or three times.

Han Yue also went with him once. said that it was an orphanage, but the conditions inside it may not be as good as that of a juvenile detention center. To be honest, it is not surprising that such managers are extremely mean, relying on child labor in exchange for subsistence goods, and produce one or two people who add to society. No one has the ability to help the poor people in the world to fight their grievances, let alone in such a condition that it is not easy for anyone to live.

Everyone lives one day at a time, and Han Yue himself is doing a hard-working job. The biggest drawback of this job is that it makes people lose more and more empathy. There is something hateful about the wretched, and most of the time, the reverse is true.

Wen Daoyuan seemed to have discussed what the result was, but Han Yue was a little distracted and didn't interject. He looked up and unexpectedly bumped into Ling Shucheng's gaze.

For the first time, he read a little bit of bad emotion from Ling Shucheng's eyes.