Tonight, the small grocery store welcomed new customers. They were also wearing dog hoods, but almost all of them were dressed in black, or they had fallen from the roof, or had escaped from some shadow, or even rolled out of the sewers, and after a moment of dazzle, there were already six people standing in front of the door.

The six people looked at each other, and one said, "It's too much." ”

"Not much," one person responded, "It's not an assassination operation, looking for information to find out the situation, no matter how many people there are, there are not too many people." ”

"I wonder if there is anyone else besides us?" someone asked.

"It's hard to say," someone replied, "but it's all my own anyway, and I know the code." ”

"But the president must not know about this," was reminded, "or we will all be in trouble." ”

"No," someone replied, "I put a gadget in the trash can to the east and make a strange noise, and the parrots were attracted to it." ”

Everyone nodded, their eyes met, and everyone prepared to enter the grocery store. The way to enter the store is also different, and the assassins basically do not have the habit of entering six people through one mouth, and everyone looks for a window or a hole in the wall to enter. They moved quickly and silently, and the storage items of the space ring were more perfect than Kevin's.

Rummaging through materials, probing walls, tapping floors, from top to bottom, front to back, barely missing a beat. Not to mention the room in the back corridor, which is the warehouse in the middle and the grocery store in front, they also searched it. This was of course a strict personality decision of the Assassins, but also because it had been too peaceful lately, and the Assassins had basically no mission in the country. It was a rare operation, and everyone was full of energy.

The grocer was still drowsy, unaware of anything unusual in the store, even if his own pockets had been touched.

In the early morning, the six assassins had basically completed the search, some new harvests, important information had been copied on the spot, and even a few sketches of the corridor were drawn by the way, which could also be used as pictures if they needed to be posted on the Internet in the future to improve the authenticity.

The six Assassins exited, and it just so happened that five more hooded men came from outside, walking in the open and looking like they had come to work. But with the keen eyes of the Assassins, it was clear at a glance that they were also peers.

"Is that you?" asked one of the five on the other side, apparently seeing it as well.

"We've searched it all over, why are you here?" one of the six responded.

"What's the catch?"

"A lot, it's not convenient to say here. ”

The five of them nodded, but continued to walk towards the grocery store.

"You're still going? We've searched it. One of the six reminded.

"We don't search, we just go to talk," the other party replied, "taking advantage of the large number of people during the day, some information is not all stored, and we can't find it just by searching." ”

The six of them nodded in agreement, it is true that there is something like this loose organization, and the members have not received any professional training, I am afraid that a few random routines can make them explain their old roots. In addition, if you can contact a specific individual during the day, then as long as you follow it reasonably, it is enough to find out who he is, which is obviously better than a bunch of screen names on the roster.

It's just five people who go in at once, and it's too big and easy to expose. However, the Assassins are strong enough to be afraid of this.

The day lasted until late in the evening, and Kevin had a busy day, sitting on the edge of the bed with a basin of footwater to wash his feet. Taking off his shoes and socks and putting his feet into the warm water, it seemed that a warm current had been sweeping through his body from an angle, and Kevin couldn't help but close his eyes and feel it.

Suddenly, sensing something unusual, Kevin suddenly opened his eyes and noticed that there was a group of assassins in the room.

This time, the Assassins were all wearing dog hoods, and everyone watched him silently, either sitting at the table or standing by the wall. Looking back, there was another Assassin lying on his bed, looking at him with his hands on his own hood.

"You ...... Great work. That's all Kevin could say.

"It's okay," the Assassins laughed, "we're pretty bored anyway." "You don't want to take our next words, just be in the water. "Maybe I'll put that sentence in the water as well. ”......

Kevin smiled and hurriedly pulled his foot out, ready to put on his shoes and socks.

The assassins hurriedly stopped: "It's okay, you go ahead and wash your feet." We're not regular people, that's okay. ”

"Really?" Kevin was a little surprised, and after receiving a unanimous nod from the assassins, he put his foot back down.

"Let's get down to business first," the assassin on the bed behind him got up and pulled out a stack of papers, "We searched the grocery store last night, plus a few of them went in during the day today, and the results were not optimistic. ”

Kevin took the paper: "What's wrong?"

"According to our investigation, the so-called dog food distribution center was formerly known as the Parents' Union," the Assassin replied, "and the group often changes the name of the organization, depending on the actual need. In the previous crow incident, the organization had a lot of losses, and in order to avoid the next search, they changed their name to the Dog Food Distribution Center. ”

Kevin nodded: "Although they lost a little bit in the crow incident, almost all of the losses were peripheral personnel, and they couldn't move his core." ”

"Yes," replied the Assassin, "and the grocery store we explored was not a core stronghold, but only a peripheral stronghold. There was no reliable documentation, no partitions, basements, or hidden spaces or anything like that. ”

"The document is the same as you can see, there is nothing useful other than a routine template, a feeding plan, and a hair growth secret, and when it comes to hair growth secrets......" the assassin said with some hesitation.

"You want to talk about the bald teacher, right?" Kevin continued, "It's not appropriate to rush into someone of his level, let's put this aside for a moment." ”

"Okay, there's another one," the assassin said, "In addition to the back hallway, we also searched the front of the grocery store, which is a backup of their ledger." It can be seen from the above that this store has been losing money in the past three months, but there have been external funds to help them continue their lives. The most restocked in the accounts, followed by pens and paper, followed by dog food and dried fish, and a large part of their warehouses were stockpiled with paper, hidden behind shelves. ”

"And as for exports, dog food is far ahead of all goods. The Assassin continued.

"The most dog food?" Kevin frowned, "It's true that there are a few dogs in there, and there is indeed dog food on the shelves, but that's still not right." ”

"There is no specific salary in the account books, and at first glance it looks like the grocery store is run by one person," the Assassin replied, "but it is clear that they have so many people in the background who ask for salaries, so we suspect that this 'dog food' item may be the salary." ”

"Yes," another Assassin confirmed, "we try to chat with them during the day, and the word dog food is equivalent to their salary." Although when they speak, they seem to be very self-deprecating. ”

"Also, we tried to rummage through their trash cans, and there was some ash on the bottom of the trash cans in the leader's room, which was supposed to be the product of paper burning," the other Assassin replied, "but unfortunately, the ashes were shattered into powder and could not be restored." ”

"I've got a bigger deal on my side," another Assassin said, "and we've been able to find out who they really are by following a few of the hooded men. But it's a pity that there are no big people, a few retired mercenaries, an aunt who sells vegetables on the street, and a few little hooligans who live on the street, basically all of them are low-level people. Join them, it's all about the money. ”

"But there are also students from Wang Li's College. Someone added.

"I know," Kevin replied, "a light elf, isn't it?"

"Oh, you already know, but there are several other students besides him, and one of them seems to be still ......" The Assassins looked at each other, not daring to speak for a moment.

Kevin didn't push them, but just asked, "What else did you find?"

"The purpose of these students joining them is mainly to drive away the orc students, get together and chat, and these are all things. But listening to their tone, there is no hope that he will soon quit the Order," the Assassin replied, "As for the light elf, it seems to be a bit different, and we don't know what he's trying to do yet." ”

"There's also a not-so-exact message," the Assassin added, "about the feeding plan, and they might be feeding at the Lunar New Year Gala." ”

Kevin: "......"

"It is said that the organization of letting students deal with orc students is to cause contradictions, divert social focus, and facilitate them to do things at the Spring Festival Gala. "The Assassin swears by it.

"It seems like there are two departments, right?" Kevin was surprised, "Even if you kill all the orc students, the Spring Festival Gala won't be affected, right?"

"No, no," replied the Assassin, "this Lunar New Year Gala is different from previous years, with more new technologies. It is said that a sky projection will be used so that everyone in the city can see it. And Wang Li Academy is one of the technical backbones, if something happens to the beast students now, maybe the Spring Festival Gala will also have some impact. ”

Kevin was stunned, remembering that the principal was still "missing", but he had left a doppelganger in the school. I thought he was lazy, but now it seems that he is still busy.

"So how will they feed the?" Kevin asked.

"Destroying technical equipment, making the tuning inaccurate, bribing the extras to make him make stupid mistakes at critical moments, buying the kids, making him cry and dancing at the same time?" the assassin replied, "I don't know the specifics, and the person I'm talking to is a braggart, so it's hard to tell if it's real or fake." ”

"Halfway through the winter vacation, the Spring Festival seems to be the day after tomorrow," Kevin calculated, "There is not much time left, or report to the top." Does your Assassin President know?"

The Assassins hurriedly shook their heads in fright: "Don't tell our president!" "It's problematic that we're acting on our own. "And the president has been quite busy lately, so he may not have time to take care of this. ”......

"It's a big deal," Kevin replied, "and there's already a cultural confrontation involved, and the other side is trying to disrupt our show, and if they succeed, the audience just doesn't watch it, and it takes a lot of effort to turn their minds around." ”

"This ......," the Assassins seemed unimpressed, "Some shows, it's not good-looking, right?" "Yes, you have to know that once the president finds out, we will really be miserable. ”......

"Well, let's just say that I found it myself, and you don't know anything. Kevin replied.

"Our President is not a fool," the Assassins shook their heads, "and if you deceive the President, we will die." ”

"Will you die?" Kevin was surprised, "Is there such a strict discipline within the Assassin Guild?"

"It used to be, but now......" the Assassins recalled, "it seems like no one has died in a long time." ”

Kevin sighed, "I know you guys don't pay enough attention to culture warfare, it's really not as intuitive as a real thing." Let me give you an example, you see, I was only a chapter in the water, and I was able to mobilize eleven assassins from the Assassins' Guild to help. Isn't this terrifying to outsiders?"

The assassins were stunned and speechless.

"I'm not a strong person, if I didn't have culture, I would have been stabbed to death with a small spoon. The fact that I am alive until now is in itself the ultimate embodiment of the culture war. Kevin couldn't help but flatter himself.

The Assassins nodded, "Okay, then we won't be here in the future." ”

"Well, I'm just talking about it casually. Kevin smiled awkwardly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of the little spoon came: "Are you there?"

"Come in. Kevin replied.

The little spoon pushed the door in, and suddenly saw a room full of assassins, he was also startled, and almost pulled out his gun, but fortunately he quickly calmed down: "So many people?"

"We're talking about how to do the culture war. An Assassin replied to her.

"Oh, shall I go and call Sain over too?" the little spoon was about to go out.

"No, the room is running out. Kevin couldn't help but speak.

"Speaking of culture warfare," the Assassins began to discuss directly, "why are there so few cultural works of the Assassins?" "yes, and the few Assassins who write about them are not realistic. "We should also carry forward some Assassin culture. "We Assassins are going to wage a culture war against other classes!" ......

"How can we do a culture war?" "Yes, the Spring Festival Gala!" "Assassins go to the Spring Festival Gala to promote assassin culture!" "I want to go to the Spring Festival Gala!" ......

Kevin: "......"