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Reddy crouched down with the sword in his hand, staring at a dead corpse in front of him, his expression containing unspeakable anger.

The corpse was a very young man, with a thin face, the faint fluff had not yet completely faded, his hands were surprisingly slender and powerful, and he held the two daggers so hard that the joints were clearly visible.

He had a pair of royal blue eyes, and Reddy remembered that in the afternoon, when he talked to him, the other party looked at him with royal blue eyes, and the hope and expectation contained in those eyes made him remember it vividly.

But at this point, everything is gray.

He died, his eyes staring straight ahead, glaring angrily, as if there was an unpardonable sin there.

He had seventeen or eighteen sword wounds on his body, his limbs had been severed, and he had been thrown everywhere, and blood and scraps of flesh were splattered on the ground and the walls around him.

Obviously, the other party is very strong, much stronger than him, with a little flirting and playing, he tortured and killed him, even if he struggled to resist, the ending still did not change at all.

"He's just a mouse!"

Reddy told himself this, as if he was holding his mind, but the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano, and the palm of his sword grip trembled.

Rats, active at the bottom of every city, they live by bullying the commoners, and every penny they get is dirty, but it is never the nobles who know the city best, not the patrol battalions, but these rats.

Before Mu En came to Ilmassu City, he had talked to Reddy on a special basis, and when he first arrived in a foreign place, what he needed most was not combat power, not money, but an in-depth understanding of this place.

So, he needs to build his own intelligence system.

So, no matter how it develops, Reddy's mission is very clear, he has to secretly integrate the rats in Ilmassu City and supply a steady stream of intelligence.

As a second-order professional, Reddy's combat power is not too strong, but it is not too strong to depend on who he compares with, if it is a second-order professional such as Nuke and Brad, then he is naturally not strong, but he is also a second-order steel-armored swordsman, a real professional born in the Black and White Academy.

Its strength is absolutely crushing for these rats living at the bottom.

Moreover, as a big family, he also has certain experience and means in management, he straightforwardly killed the original gang leader and loyal thugs, and after shocking everyone with domineering and ferocity, he promoted a bold and capable person as a deputy from the previous wave of depression.

Reddy didn't come for the money, so he wasn't interested in the gray income of the rat at all, and still maintained the previous principle, changing the score, the filial piety that should be honored, even if it was his own share, he would help if he needed help.

After a lot of tried-and-true turnips and sticks, he subdued the rats.

In just over ten days, he quietly mastered all the rat gangs in the main city, and those newly promoted leaders would surround him tightly, relying on his strength to ensure his hard-won status.

Then, before others knew it, he had woven an intelligence network that shrouded the entire city of Ilmassu.

Every corner, every street, unintentional gossip, chewing tongue in the back, scattered news was collected by the rat and then summarized by him.

Perhaps it was a desire to peep from the bottom of his heart, and every time he discovered a secret, he always had a strange sense of satisfaction.

Compared to his talent for being a warrior, he did like the work of discovering secrets.

And, it has to be said, Reddy has an extremely shrewd nerve in this regard, and can always connect a truth from some irrelevant clues, and when the dark side of the whole of Ilmassu City unfolds before his eyes, he can understand how complex and chaotic it is.

Then, after Muen's plan to lure the snake out of the hole began, he cooperated with sending all the rats out.

Corners, corners, under corridors, beside waterways.

In the corners that everyone can't see, there are more pairs of eyes and ears, they seem to stay in a certain place in a daze, but they are cleverly collecting all kinds of suspicious places.

The kid in front of him has no official name, just called Flea, which is one of his first eyeliners, and he is also the latest small boss he promoted.

Young, energetic, grew up wandering the streets since he was a child, and there is a group of brothers who have grown up on the streets since childhood, because they often steal, and their agility attributes are extremely high, although they have not undergone formal training, but two daggers can almost play with afterimages.

He also has a knack for 'tracking', not because he is very good at tracking, but because he has a peculiar flea that can track the scent of a white leaf flower.

So he grinded the white leaf flowers into powder, and when mixed with something, it became a colorless and odorless tracking powder, which he sprinkled on someone's body when he needed it, and then tracked it down with the flea he raised.

This is actually to do a certain 'big case', and it is good to use it flexibly to make sure that the owner is not at home.

Reddy has a crush on him, of course, not just because of his cleverness, not because of his unique skills, but because of his persistence and a humble dream.

Rats are also human beings, and if they are human beings, they also have feelings.

Flea is indeed a mouse, his hands are stained with innocent blood, he always takes the lead in fights, and he is uncomfortable without touching a few money bags every day, and even, because he has not received education since he was a child, his knowledge is limited, he is not even too strong in the concept of right and wrong, and basically has no ability to distinguish between good and evil.

But in the same way, he took a disabled younger brother, and since he was sensible, even if he was hungry, he never let his younger brother not have enough to eat.

He also supported a large family, and with his meager income from rats, he adopted more than a dozen children, the oldest of whom was no more than ten years old, all street children.

In the past few years, there have been too many broken families, too many street children have become street children, and every winter night passes, there are too many street children on the street corner who can no longer get up.

Flea is a street child, no father or mother, grew up on the streets, starvation is a common thing, and he is beaten and flees every day, so he doesn't want to see too many street children like himself.

Reddy remembers that Flea once told him that he wanted to be a professional because only after becoming a professional could he steal a lot of money, and after having a lot of money, he could feed more street children.

He wanted to give them a chance to live.

He also said that the street children are very easy to feed, they don't need too many clothes, they don't need to wear shoes, as long as they are given a bite to eat, so that they have a warm nest at night, they can survive.

Life is humble, life is like weeds, but it is good to survive.

That's a dream, right?

In Reddy's opinion, this can be done without his hard work, can it be considered a dream?

But it was this humble dream that struck him.

As a professional, Reddy has grown up to the present, there are definitely a lot of people and beasts who have died at his hands, and he has definitely seen a lot of tragic situations, iron blood and killing, death and fear, he has experienced too much, and he is numb when he is too numb, and he doesn't care if he is numb.

This is the process that every professional has to go through, not caring about the death of others, and then being able not to care about their own death, arming themselves with glory, and moving forward bravely.

But he never thought that one day, it would be such a humble dream that could move him.

He once made a promise to the flea, as long as he was over this matter, he could officially lead him to the path of professional practice.

This is a good seedling, although he does not take the agile route, but it is okay to give initial guidance, and if the other party is really good, he does not mind recommending him to the Black and White Academy for further study.

But now, he's dead.

"Mouse, he's just a mouse!" Reddy's voice was a little louder, but his expression was hideous and terrifying, and he suddenly turned around and slammed his foot against the wall, and the bluestone wall masonry jumped in all directions.

Then, he saw the flea's corpse jump down and a small glass bottle roll out of his clothes.

Reddy was stunned, and he picked up the bottle with a lightning bolt, only to see a small bug the size of a mung bean and a flea scurrying around, looking very restless.

For a moment, Reddy seemed to understand.

Holding the bottle in his hand, Reddy let out a long breath, he raised his hand, closed the flea's eyes, and said, "Some people live glamorously, but they never do human things. Some people live a humble and miserable life, but they are worthy of their conscience.

Fleas, I will raise your younger brother, I will realize your dreams, and I will avenge your revenge.

The Styx road is long, you go slower, my brother will have to send you a sacrifice so that you will not be lonely. You can rest assured, it will definitely not be too long. ”

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