"That person is our target, the Night Heron?" Jiang Changhai asked in a low voice.

During this time, they have been tracking members of the "Night Heron" group.

Jiang Changhai sometimes pretends to be a member of the organization, and sometimes he pretends to be a customer who wants to buy information, quietly and little by little to get closer to the truth.

Just yesterday, they learned that the "Night Heron" himself would appear here and complete a deal.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes sat alone in a western restaurant on the side of the road, looking at his watch from time to time, then raising his head and looking out of the window, as if waiting for someone.

No, maybe not him.

Jiang Changhai looked around, and saw a person in the park across the street.

About 60 years old, male, with pale temples, glasses, a slightly outdated old-fashioned jacket and gray trousers, sitting on a park bench reading the newspaper with a tiny old thermos glass at hand.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary person relaxing in the park.

But there was something strange about his posture of reading the newspaper...... The newspaper was kept low so that it was easy to look around, and it did not turn the page, staring at one spot for a long time......

"I'll ask." Yan Luge raised his eyes, hid the small and sharp folding knife in the palm of his hand, and pushed the car door down with his own care.

Jiang Changhai wanted to speak and stopped.

He watched as Yanluge ran to the man in the park, said something to the other person like a real child, and then when the other person leaned down, he suddenly burst out and slashed his throat.

The man clutched his throat, took two steps back in disbelief, and fell headlong into the bushes behind him.

Yan Luge returned casually, and threw the things found from the other party's corpse on Jiang Changhai's body: "You guessed it, he is the 'Night Heron'." ”

Jiang Changhai froze for a moment—because he found that the things he had just thrown on his body, in addition to items such as wallets and mobile phones, also included a fresh finger that had just been cut off, still dripping with blood, and the muscles at the fracture twitched slightly.

But he didn't dare to say a word, so he had to use this finger awkwardly to unlock the fingerprint lock of the other party's mobile phone and log in to the software they usually use to communicate.

Jiang Changhai unsurprisingly saw "Sail", and there were many contacts identified by code names.

"The 'Night Heron' is dead. You're free. Yan Luge said casually.

The "Night Heron" is an intelligence organization that was completely established with the "Night Heron" as the core.

As soon as he himself died, the entire organization naturally collapsed.

"Thank you."

"You're actually a good fit for this job." Yan Luge, who was wiping the blood from the folding knife, said, "I mean intelligence work. You don't have any training, but you recognize a professionally disguised spy at a glance. It's a gift. ”

Jiang Changhai was silent.

"Work for me." Yan Luge said, with a bit of undoubted flavor in his tone, "I want you to become the new 'Night Heron' and take over this organization. ”

He had just wiped his folding knife clean, and the silver blade glistened sharply in the sunlight, like the fangs of a beast, and it was beautiful.

Jiang Changhai was a little unsure, if he refused, this knife would be stained with blood again - his own blood.

Obviously, the other party is just a five-year-old child, and he is far from himself in terms of strength and physique, but Jiang Changhai is sure that if there is a conflict between the two sides, he must be the one who dies.

Yan Rong's child is simply a monster in human skin, or a natural killer.

There was no reverence for life in his eyes.

"You don't have to be so afraid of me. I wouldn't kill people casually, especially my own people. As if sensing Jiang Changhai's fear, Yan Luge slowed down his tone, put away the knife, raised his head slightly, let the light reflect on the side face, and made his expression look soft and sincere, "Although I have no experience in accepting subordinates, I will try my best to be a good leader."

"If you don't do something right, I'll point it out and give you a chance to correct it. If my way of doing things makes you feel bad, you can also tell me and I'll change it.

"In the future, I will build an organization, a very large organization. While it may sometimes be in a grey area, most of the time I want it to be a little more 'formal' and institutionally closer to a modern company. And you'll be the veteran of this company.

"By the way, there's the issue of treatment.

"You can continue to work in my father's company for a salary, and I will give you an extra salary. Given the peculiarities and dangers of our work, I will give you at least three times the extra salary you are now. ”

Jiang Changhai was originally entangled in what he could do to live longer, so when Yan Luge sent out the invitation in a calm tone, and even suddenly talked about the treatment after the topic changed, he was still a little stunned.

But the originally flustered mood unconsciously calmed down a little.

He looked at the child playing with the knife in front of him, and suddenly realized that the other party probably really had no ill will towards him.

This child really has no concept of the legal system, but he is divided into good and evil. Who should be killed and who should not be killed, he has his own scale.

"May I ask, what do you and your future organization plan to do?" Jiang Changhai asked cautiously.

He involuntarily used an honorific title.

"Save the world." Words and songs said.

Jiang Changhai thought it was a joke, but when Yan Luge's eyes came, there was a moment when Jiang Changhai saw very complicated emotions in his eyes.

- Darkness, madness, despair, rebirth, obsession.

It was as if a world had been destroyed in front of him, and he was struggling to break out of his cocoon and be reborn in the ashes.

……

“Mi gardas Kapricornon.” Yanluge bowed her head and whispered a prayer in Matthew White's ear.

He understands the meaning of the prayer, so the prayer he utters has the power to pollute, and the effect is similar to that of a pollutant.

Matthew screamed so violently that he rolled and struggled on the ground with so much force that he broke the leg that he had wrapped in his tentacles.

His spirit is distorted, and his body is mutated.

The extreme pain drove him mad.

“Mi gardas Kapricornon.” Yan Lu Song said it a third time.

Matthew couldn't shout anymore.

His body lost its human form.

Bones, muscles, blood, brains, skin, everything that belongs to a human being is all mutated.

His spirit gradually tends towards monsters.

Except for the frenzied worship of the source of pollution, "Capricorn", there is nothing left in his consciousness.

Eventually, in a heart-rending scream, Matthew White became it, a half-fish, half-sheep monster.

Yan Luge was still smiling, so that outsiders couldn't see that he was actually suffering from the same pollution and pain as the mutant, or even worse - the "Capricorn" mark pointed by this pollutant was rioting at the bottom of his consciousness, as if it was responding to the mutation of the pollutant.

It's a strange and subtle feeling.

There is a connection between the xenomorph mark and the contaminant, but the dominance of this link depends entirely on the superior who owns the mark.

Matthew White became a pollutant crawling on the ground, frantically and reverently shouting, "Mi... gardas… Kapri…”

"Alright, you'd better die." Yan Lu Ge said.

Several tentacles wrapped around the pollutant's body, tearing it into pieces and discarding it aside.

The stupidity of the "Capricorn" imprint in his consciousness also slowly subsided.

Yan Luge looked at the corpse on the ground and smiled strangely.

Although it was a self-defense counterattack, he killed someone after all, and it would be a bit troublesome to make someone's house look like this, if it was discovered.

However, if it is a pollutant that is killed, it is different.

He's got another pollution incident.

I'm sure the eldest daughter of the emperor will understand, right?