It is about 3,000 kilometers away from the logistics department, and it is a non-commissioned officer station belonging to the Third Guard.

The white-haired girl stood in front of the windowsill with dull eyes, looking out the window without saying a word.

At night, Yanjing City is no longer prosperous and lively during the day, fading away from the hustle and bustle, and returning to the basics. What's more, from here, you can't see the streets of Yanjing City, but McRoss doesn't care, she has been in this posture for more than an hour.

Staying in the same room was already strange to others, and it was true that once or twice might be unusual, but even Montana lost interest in continuing to provoke. First, she gradually lost the patience to do so, and second, and most importantly, in the battle of the Northern Front rescue, the strength that McRoth showed made her see the gap like an abyss. That's something I can't do anyway, but the arrogant Montana will never admit it.

It was so late, they didn't leave, they still gathered here, obviously waiting for someone.

One man, the one in charge of this special unit of the Inquisition Guard.

As the commander of the "Nightmare Force" of the Guards, Nanjo Masamune didn't let his ship's mother wait too long, and with the usual confident and cold smile on the corner of his mouth, Nanjo Masamune turned the doorknob, and then greeted Montana with a flying hug as usual.

"Now, Masamune-sama, people have been following your orders for a long time and enduring, so it's time to give me that 'mission', right?"

The one-eyed man reached out and stroked the other party's head, and then smiled: "But Yiowa doesn't seem to be there, so is it okay?" ”

"Hey, why, hasn't my sister been following that person all the time?" Montana's expression was as if she had been pestering her family to buy toys, but when she arrived at the place, she was told that they had sold out, and she shook Nanjo Masamune's arm vigorously: "People have been thinking about how to kill her." ”

Saying such horrible words with an innocent face made Tennessee, who was waiting next to him, rub his arms with a chill.

However, Nanjo has long been accustomed to the twisted side of this beautiful girl's heart, he is well aware of Montana's persistence, and he also knows the secrets of her blood. But it was clear that Montana, who had always acted willfully and freely, was not suitable for this matter, and it would be troublesome if he delayed the future, and after thinking about it, Nanjo Masamune looked at the man in the room who was covered by a hood and a cloak.

"Huang Quan, please leave this matter to you, go and say hello to the other party."

"Our way?" The guy who was dressed like a pagan asked, her voice echoing, and the scale was undulating, and if it weren't for the fact that she knew that everyone here except Nanjo was a ship girl, she wouldn't even be able to tell her gender just by listening to the voice.

"Use our methods." Nanjo affirmed.

"Understood."

After Huang Quan finished answering, the figure jumped onto the windowsill, and then disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in the next second.

"......" Montana was a little unhappy, but since there was no Iowa she cared about, it would be the same for whoever left this matter to. Just when she was bored and wondered if she should go "hunting", McCrosse, who had been standing there like a puppet, turned around: "Admiral...... He's coming, I can feel it......"

"yes, he's coming." Nanjo smiled, "I've already asked Huang Quan to inform him, and if you want to come, he will come to see you soon." ”

"Admiral, Admiral......"

"Ah, ah, I'll see you soon, Admiral, Maxell." Nanjo laughed hypocritically and coldly.

Montana looked at Nanjo Masamune's face, the conspicuous scar on his handsome face was like a poisonous sore, exuding the infinite hatred in the man's heart, she knew his affairs as if he knew himself.

She couldn't help but glance back at Maxrose, but for some reason, a trace of pity flashed across her face, which made Montana feel strange to herself, so she quickly shook her head, banishing the emotion that made her feel cowardly and useless out of her brain.

Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, this is the only way to survive in this deceitful world.

Don't blame others, if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being too cowardly, and trust others too easily.

It's too arrogant for a mere puppet to want to learn from humans to talk about feelings.

But for some reason, Montana always had a trace of inexplicable depression lingering in her heart, which made her feel agitated, so she decided to "hunt" and calm this indescribable emotion through blood and killing.

The words are divided into two ends, and the dormitory of the logistics department where Yuan Yi is located has become lively because of the patronage of many people.

Although it was still quiet on the surface, only Yuan Yi and Cheng Wei were drinking and chatting there, but secretly, there were already many passers-by in ambush.

Yuan Yi guessed correctly, tonight is destined to be unstable.

In fact, there have been traces of this matter for a long time, when they arrived in Yanjing, there were I don't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at them, of course these people were not idle to see the handsome guys.

Yan Wulang is one of these mixed forces of dragons and snakes, and it is none other than Pang Hai, the second-tier head of the military and political bureau who was scolded by Old Man Dong before.

Although he successfully pretended to be forced back from Old Man Dong, after going back, thinking about it, Pang Hai was still a little worried. Seeing that his face was full of sadness, so the people on the left and right advised him, as long as he killed the troublesome Yuan Yi early, wouldn't everything be fine? Pang Hai thought about it, it made sense, and as a result, he sent Yan Wulang and his subordinates.

Yan Wulang turned out to be not a killer, but a bodyguard (mercenary), but because people are black-hearted, he often does some things such as unloading the mill and killing donkeys, black equipment, and stabbing his own people's knives, and in the end, he couldn't get along and was hunted down by a bounty, so he had to change careers and become an assassin. He has recruited some people, like him, they are all notorious outlaws, in addition to the bad character, Yan Wulang does have some ability, in the past two years he trained this group of killers, coordinated operations, and in the killer period also mixed up, and now after attaching to Pang Hai, Yan Wulang has changed his appearance and concentrated on the work of assassinating political enemies for Pang Hai.

Yan Goro called his assassination force the ninja army, and they practiced a unique martial art left over from ancient techniques, and they were good at concealing kung fu, and they were good at using hidden weapons and short knives to kill people invisibly.

"Head, when are we going to do it?" It's been a while since they've been here, but Yan Wulang hasn't spoken, making the deputy on the side anxious.

"No hurry, wait." Yan Wulang stretched out his hand to stop his words, and stared at the two people under the ceiling with a pair of sinister eyes.

But these words failed to appease his subordinates: "Head, if we don't move again, it is estimated that the fat will be robbed." ”

This is true, there have been several guards of people and horses in ambush on the side, needless to say, they are all coming for Yuan Yi, and this dormitory building is so big, everyone rushes to hide in a hidden place, just like grabbing the toilet when there is an internal emergency, and then rushing in with a roar, and finding that there is a person squatting in the pit, both sides are extremely embarrassed, but it is not easy to debunk at this time, everyone is turning a blind eye.

Yan Wulang sneered: "You are so stupid, that Yuan Yi is Yuan Xiong's proud protégé, don't look at him as if he is undefended, and he doesn't have a weapon with him, but I dare to say that attacking rashly and facing him head-on is only a dead end." ”

"Hey, that Martial Saint Yuan Xiong?" The deputy couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this name, and then became scared again: "If we killed his disciple, shouldn't he come to us for revenge?" ”

Yan Wulang scoffed at this: "Nonsense, who can kill someone without being hated?" But be timid, and be a fart killer! ”

"What you said is," the deputy knew that he had lost his words, and hurriedly snorted: "I understand the meaning of the head, anyway, we have the same purpose, as long as the kid surnamed Yuan dies, it doesn't matter who kills it, we are happy to be relaxed with those people on our backs, if it really doesn't work, let's pick up a leak again, and we won't be hated by others, right, head?" ”

Yan Wulang glanced at him, and that gaze was to say, you kid is not stupid.

But Yan Wulang and the others had this idea, so it was clear that there were masters from all walks of life ambushed around a dormitory, but no one was in a hurry to act, and they were just watching from the sidelines.

This subtle harmony is not broken until one person joins in. (To be continued.) )