An indescribable smell lingered in the air for a long time, and it seemed to be mixed with all kinds of strange gases.

The puddles on the road turned into a puddle of mud after being trampled on by many people.

As soon as you step on it, the mud splashes.

When he was about to touch the delicate clothes, he suddenly stopped in mid-air and then slid to the ground.

The man looked at the twisted and narrow street, slightly distracted.

He still remembers when he was only five or six years old, running around with a group of muddy boys, and finally being chased home by his mother wielding a wooden stick.

The eye wandered over every object here, some of which had been broken and replaced, and some of which had disappeared entirely.

But most of the familiar stuff stayed there, untouched, as if time had been paused here.

Thinking of this, the corners of the man's mouth were a little bitter for a while.

This means that the slum has not changed in the slightest.

What was a few decades ago, it still is.

In recent decades, the imperial capital has been thriving under the promotion of various industries, high-rise buildings have risen from the ground, and countless novelties have been placed on the table, becoming a little decoration in the lights of thousands of homes.

The slums, on the other hand, seem to be independent of the world, with no transparent and shiny glass, and no smooth and neat roads.

Everything is so shabby.

The man had mixed feelings about the slums, because he was born here with an almost natural affinity.

But it's also a place he constantly wants to escape.

No one would want to stay here if they had the chance.

The man walked inside, stepping over a sewer.

The entrance to the sewer was bubbling and bubbling with a puff of white smoke and an uplifting smell.

A pair of eyes quickly looked away after seeing his shiny clothes, so as not to get into any trouble.

But there were still a large number of children, either through the cracks between the windows or behind the adults, with pure eyes, curiously observing this man who did not fit in with the slums.

Quickly walk through alleys that twist and turn, and it seems that even the sun can't get in.

The man followed the information given by his superiors and came to a small courtyard.

The gate of the courtyard was already crowded with people, bustling, leaving no gaps.

Most were clearly from the slums, in ragged clothes, with a gray face and chapped lips, as if blood could be seen.

There was some desperation in his eyes as he looked into the courtyard.

They are all people who want to escape the area, but for various reasons, they can only seek the help of smuggling merchants in the black market.

Not far from them, there stood several figures in black robes, even with a mask on their faces.

Seeing such a scene, the man was a little silent for a while.

He looked at the place with suspicion, constantly looking through the information given by his superiors to verify whether he had come to the wrong place.

It's just outrageous, why are there so many people in this place.

Aren't the actions of the secret department secret?

The man muttered to himself, looking left and right, looking for his teammates to see if they had arrived at the mission location.

In the end, I saw my teammates from this mission at the black-robed man.

However, the moment he saw his teammates, the man's scalp was a little numb.

Oh, damn it, it's hell! Why her?

In the distance, a woman nearly two meters tall was talking to the man in black with her head down, but she didn't seem to have reached an agreement, and now she looked like she was in a-for-tat manner.

"Helena! What do you want! A man in black smiled coldly.

"This is what your earl promised, saying that if you leave today, you will leave today!"

The woman's face was gloomy, and there was already a flash of fire in her eyes, with a hint of scorching breath.

"Black mud, don't be ignorant!"

"Something happened to the businessman, and we're investigating it now."

Helena took a step forward, but the man in black was not to be outdone, and the momentum on her body was surging, and she was already ready to fly.

"Even if something happens to our smugglers, that's not a reason for you to break the contract."

"Black Mud, I swear in my personal name that there will be a ticket for you tomorrow."

The man in black seemed to glance at his lips.

"Oh, that's a nice thing to say, I know what will happen tomorrow."

"Or our dear Earl is not trustworthy." The man in black's words were a little mean.

As a dark shadow that cannot see the light, it is destined that it is impossible to leave the variables for tomorrow.

"In any case, you can arrange for someone else, or send me out of the city yourself."

"I have to go today anyway!"

Hearing this, Helena's fists clenched, and her muscles exerted force, holding her clothes tightly as if they were about to tear them apart from the middle.

The hair is windless and automatic, and the teeth are clucking.

The man's face changed, and he knew that this was the premise of Helena's anger.

If it is not dealt with properly, this area will have to be reduced to rubble.

He listened to understand what was going on.

It should be that a famous earl used his private power to send an inconvenient person out of the city, but the person who arranged to leave the city disappeared for some reason, so there was this dispute.

Does his secret department belong to the empire or to the powerful?

When even the powerful are eligible to use it.

"I promise you, I promise you, you should be able to get out of the city tonight!"

The man hurriedly went over to reassure, and at the same time was a little helpless about the current situation.

It is supposed to be a secret department to protect the peace of the empire, but it has to speak kindly and mildly to a criminal who does not know the details and is likely to be wanted.

The man in black squinted at him, and the man was shocked, reflexive, and couldn't help but release his own momentum to fight.

I couldn't help but be shocked in my heart, where did this strong man come from, and his momentum was no longer inferior to Professor Salome.

The man's eyes couldn't help but glance at Helena, no wonder this grumpy woman's attitude was too good to look like her at first, as if she had changed someone.

If it was Helena, she would have beaten this arrogant person down a long time ago.

"Are you okay?"

The man in black was a little puzzled, and after hearing that he could leave the city quickly, his tone unconsciously eased.

"Hey, don't worry, you can arrange manpower."

This is not a man's means, but the latest order from his superiors.

Calm down the man in black and tell him that a special channel will be arranged to leave the city tonight

The man's face was a little unpleasant, as a secret department that guarded the peace of the empire, he now wanted to appease this man in black, and he felt a little aggrieved in his heart.

But in the face of the instructions of the superiors, they can only do it.

In the end, the man in black agreed, and soon disappeared from the slums.

The poor man next to him listened to the whole process of their conversation with a numb face, looking commonplace.

Helena gritted her teeth a little as she looked at the place where the man in black disappeared, she had experienced more humiliating things than this, but she just couldn't suppress the anger in her heart.

Intense anger condensed in his hand, and he threw it to the side at will.

"Boom-"

With the scorching temperature, the building collapsed in an instant, and the thick gray smoke rose, rolling up a wave of air.

The man was a little smacked when he saw this, and it was worthy of the famous fire chili.

I don't know how many people were hit this time.

The numb faces of the rest of the paupers finally showed a hint of panic, and then they fled in a crowd, even if they stepped on someone.

In the face of life, going out of the city is not so important.

The man sighed a little, and could only say to Helena, "Is there any news of the merchant?" ”

She shook her head, took out a roll of parchment, and found a place to spread it out, with a fatter figure on it.

It was the black marketeer.