In front of a checkpoint outside the town, a group of military policemen with rifles on their backs stopped the three agents.

"You three bearded men! Get off the horse for a routine check-up! While shouting, the gendarmes raised their guns.

Kingsgaard smiled all over his face, nodded and handed out a pack of tobacco leaves: "Master Jun, this is a filial piety to you." ”

The leading second lieutenant of the infantry of the Solan Kingdom glanced at him and said, "Want to bribe?" Give me less of this! Having said that, he smiled and took the tobacco leaves and stuffed them into his trouser pocket.

Another gendarme came over with a gun: "Don't try to play tricks! Show out your valid documents! "The bright bayonet rested on their chests.

The three of them took out the fake documents they had prepared and handed them over respectfully.

"Hmm...... Merchants from the continent of Eurasias, who have come to do the olive oil business? ”

"That's right, it's a business, and it's a mixed meal...... Hey. ”

"Hmph, this business? I don't think so! The tobacco leaves just now are Dai Hamm brand, and they are only sold in luxury stores, and the average nouveau riche can't afford to smoke them, so it seems that you have a lot of money in this business. One of them muttered.

Short agent Friezer immediately understood, and he handed each of the gendarmes a packet of tobacco leaves, with a silver coin in it.

"Hehe, this is a filial piety for the military masters, you don't have to be polite!"

The tense atmosphere immediately eased, and in the face of the honey offensive, the gendarmes all smiled and lowered their bayonets one by one.

The leading lieutenant couldn't help but smoke, so he simply took out his pipe and smoked: "I ask you, why do you have such long hair and a big beard?" There's no way to compare this to a portrait of a wanted criminal. ”

Kingsgaard was not in a hurry, he had already come up with an explanation for this matter: "Master Soldier, we are members of the Crescent Sect of the Church of Flandia, and according to our custom, we should minimize the number of haircuts and shaves, so as not to damage the pure soul of Shan. ”

An ugly-looking gendarme spat on the ground and scolded:

"You gringos are babbling! Like our voodoo cultists, he dangles in a big robe, like he came out of a psychiatric hospital! ”

Several of the other gendarmes burst into laughter with pipes in their mouths.

Kingsgard took advantage of the temporary harmony of the atmosphere and hurriedly said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is all the custom of our hometown, please don't be surprised, the prayer ceremony of our Crescent Sect is very effective, and when our brothers return to the church in their hometown, they will definitely pray for peace and prosperity for you! I wish you all promotions and fortunes, hug left and right! ”

"Oh, look at you guys look pretty rough, like bandits, I didn't expect this mouth to be like honey, and it's sweet!

All right! The military masters are happy today, so I won't make things difficult for you gringos! The lieutenant waved his hand at his men and said, "Clear!" Lift the fence up! ”

Relying on bribery and acting skills, the three agents successfully passed two checkpoints in a row, and just when they thought the road ahead was smooth and they could reach their destination, they finally hit the nail.

At a junction leading to the main road, they encountered a group of light cavalry belonging to the reserve forces of the Kingdom of Solan, a young group commanded by a cavalry officer who was selfless and extremely strict and responsible.

The officer, with a bitter and hateful face, frowned at them and said:

"Get back your tobacco leaves! I don't smoke! You are not allowed to suck it either!

The three of you have suspicious documents, like forgeries! For this, I want to focus on checking!

Listen, gringos, my men will provide you with a knife, shave my hair and beard now, and I will have to look at your white faces and compare them with the portraits on the wanted notices! ”

In the face of such a difficult opponent, there is no room for tactfulness at all, and the matter has come to this point, so we can only find an opportunity to solve the problem by force.

Kingsgaard took the long dagger handed to him by the cavalry, and he and the other two agents pretended to shave each other, in fact making secret eye contact.

Surrounded by six dismounted hussars, the good news was that they were all young, and they were in the reserves, apparently with little formal training, and they didn't have a regular posture for holding guns and knives.

Kingsgaard glanced at the three of them in turn, meaning that he was in charge of dealing with all three.

Fritzer understood and bowed to the other two, leaving the remaining one to deal with with the young rookie agent Valentine.

After the communication, just wait for the boss to give the signal to start.

"What are you doing there? Shave your beard! One of the horsemen urged.

"Hey...... It's not good for you to give us this knife, it's too blunt, it hurts me to death. ”

"Impossible! I've just sharpened this dagger, it's sharp, hand it over to me! ”

Just as the cavalryman stretched out his hand, Kingsgaard pierced his palm, and the cavalryman let go of his hand in pain, and the carbine on his shoulder fell to the ground.

"That's right, it's pretty sharp, thank you for the dagger." With that, Kingsgard slit the other man's throat.

Everything happened in an instant, and the remaining five hussars woke up like a dream, and the officer leading the team shouted in a panic: "Do it!" Come on! Lawfully kill on sight! ”

Short Agent Friezer pulled out a miniature pistol hidden under his shirt with his left hand, shot the cavalryman in front of him in the face, and pulled out his saber from his waist with his right hand, stabbing the other hussar in the lungs, knocking out both men in two seconds.

The tall rookie agent Valentine was overly nervous, sweating too much in his hands, and the miniature pistol he pulled out fell to the ground, and he faced the best cavalry officer on the other side.

He paid the price in blood for his mistake, and a light cavalry scit-bladed saber stabbed Valentine in the chest, and he fell.

"Damn it!" Agents Friezer and Kingsgaard cursed almost at the same time.

At this time, the situation was two-on-three, and the other party had woken up, and the agents lost the advantage of suddenly casting cold arrows, and they also lost one person, so they could only fight.

Fortunately, the opponent's guns were not ready, Kingsgard staggered his body, dodged a powerful slash, the long dagger in his hand swam like a snake, the dagger blade cut up along the opponent's spine, and pierced the back of the cavalryman's heart, killing him, without any chance to rest and adjust, he fought with the next cavalryman who rushed over.

Friezer drew his saber from the corpse and pointed it at the cavalry officer's curved saber, and the agent quickly gained the advantage, piercing the officer in the ribs with a sword, and rushing forward to stab him in succession, which resulted in him.

Friezer looked up and saw that Kingsgaard next to him was about to kill the last cavalryman, and victory was in sight.

At this time, the cavalryman who had just been shot in the face suddenly got up, although the projectile passed through his head, it did not damage his brain, but only pierced the upper jaw, and the cavalry pulled out his pistol, pulled the hammer, and aimed at Kingsgaard's back.

"Boss! Heart! ”

Friezer lunged over and used his body to block the projectile for his colleague.

Immediately holding back the sharp pain, he hugged the other tightly and stabbed the cavalryman's jaw with the blade of his sword, the tip of which drilled out from the tip of his skull.

"...... It was a pure mistake just now...... This time it's a terrible death......" Friezer knelt down, pushed away the corpse in front of him, and coughed up a mouthful of blood, only to realize that the bullet had pierced his liver.

At the same time, Kingsgard Black had already struck the last of the cavalrymen, and then turned his head to find a corpse lying behind him, one of whom was half-kneeling on the ground with a sword and coughing up blood.

He threw away the blood-stained dagger and rushed over to check on the injuries: "Friser! You don't look good! ”

The short agent gasped and said, "Fuck, I made a mistake just now, gave the other party a chance to shoot, go see our brother!" Is he still alive? ”

Kingsgaard stepped over the pile of corpses and saw the young agent Valentine lying flat on the ground, pale and with a pair of blue pupils that had spread.

He sighed: "Valentine is dead, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have let this young man face that officer alone!" ”

"Fuck! It hurts me! Friezer scolded, clutching his liver, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, I'm no longer good, you know what to do." ”

"No! You can still be saved! ”

Kingsgaard, who has always been known for his cold-blooded efficiency, was moved by his true feelings this time: "I'll carry you away!" Old colleague! With that, he leaned down and tried to carry the other man's back.

"Oops! I don't care about you...... Don't touch me! It hurts! Friezer cursed, blood gushing down his shirt and filling his boots.

"Don't lie to yourself, Kingscard, my liver has been pierced, even if I find the most famous military doctor in the empire, Lady Janening, you can't save me, old friend, give me a good time!"

At this time, Kingsgaard heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from behind the ridge, and someone must have heard the gunshots, and a large number of troops were about to arrive.

In just an instant, he had regained the psychological qualities he needed to be a good agent, and he had become rational and cold-blooded.

Yes, for many years, in order to complete one difficult task after another, he watched how many of his companions die in other places, and the voices and smiles of those dead agents tormented him in countless nightmares.

How many times, he completed the mission alive and went back to report, and finally achieved his reputation as an "ace agent", in fact, he hated this hypocritical name to death.

Kingsgard Black raised his long dagger, "I'll take care of your family, goodbye, old colleague." ”

He stabbed Friezer in the heart, ending his pain.

Then, he walked over to the body of another young colleague, reached into the inner pocket of his shirt, and used his fingers to pull out a blood-soaked brown paper bag.

Inside is the biggest takeaway of their mission - the list of spies of the Solan Kingdom.

He tucked the brown paper bag into the compartment of his clothes, and then burrowed into the forest without looking back, leaving no bloody footprints to trace as he took off his boots, except for the occasional tears.

After a long journey at seven o'clock, he found his old colleague Richard, who lived in seclusion in the middle of nowhere, and tore the bloodstained list into strips of paper and wrapped them around the laps of the pigeons.

Then he watched as the cooing creatures spread their gray wings and soared into the sky to the north, in the direction of his native Valstad.

It was already evening, and Kingsgard Black gave a standard military salute to the setting sun, and weptly poured out to the northern sky:

"Your Majesty the Emperor, Agent 0, codenamed 'Emu', salutes you!

We have successfully completed all the tasks, and Agent Friezer and Agent Valentin have died in the line of duty, and we hope that their blood will bring victory to the motherland! ”