Although the courtyard is not large, if you look closely, you will find that the ground and the corners of the walls are covered with traces of swords, and there are dense bullets in the corners of the walls, and small holes pierced by them.

Number Three frowned and looked at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him that he had lived in for more than ten years.

The courtyard was in shambles, as if a group of people had fought here the day before yesterday, and then someone had drunk too much wine and vomited on the ground, and it was very chaotic.

In the courtyard near the door, there was a small table and a chaise longue, on which there were still dishes and poured wine glasses, and a middle-aged man lay on the chaise longue, leisurely picked up the wine jug, tilted his head and poured it, only to find that it was empty.

The middle-aged man suddenly became angry, put it down with a bang, and then smacked his mouth, relying on swallowing saliva to quench his cravings.

After that, it was as if he had just found out that his apprentice had returned.

Angrily said to his apprentice: "Little bastard, you're back, what about the rest of the people, all fucking dead, hey, I already knew that the remaining few wastes couldn't pass the trial, what a fucking shame on me!" ”

When Number Three heard this, he stood silently and said nothing. Just silently looked at this instructor who had an important impact on his childhood with complicated eyes.

This instructor's code name is Cold Blade, and Number Three also knows that this instructor's code name is Cold Blade, and he doesn't know what his real name is. But from the first time I saw him, No. 3 knew that this instructor was very powerful.

No. 3 used to listen to other instructors, and the previous face of the cold blade instructor was cold, which made him look cold and handsome at first. However, when his face became whiter and whiter, and the lines on his face gradually became clearer, it made him look murderous in middle age, as if he would kill someone at any time because of a disagreement.

It was then that he deliberately created a mask full of smiles, using it to hide his ruthless true face.

How can a person who makes the other party vigilant and careful when they meet for the first time be a killer? This is the reason for the "remodeling" of the Cold Blade instructor.

Twenty years have passed, and this false smile has completely frozen on his face, as if it has merged with the skin muscles.

For a long time, everyone gradually accepted him as he was, and forgot what he used to be.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that behind the smiling mask, its anger and anger are getting heavier and heavier, and there is an occasional flash of light in his eyes, which is a murderous aura with signs of loss of control.

Every year, when selecting and training killer apprentices, on the surface, the instructors select the apprentices, but in fact, secretly, the apprentices are also choosing the instructors.

And at that time, the young No. 3 had already discovered the unusual side of the Cold Knife Instructor.

After discovering this, he secretly rejoiced, and decisively chose the Cold Blade Instructor as his master, and then began ten years of hard training, all in order to survive and become a qualified killer of the "Black Dragon Group".

"Is your throat blocked by eating? Why don't you reply to my words? Little bastard! ”

This is another hobby of the Chillblade Instructor, who likes to deliberately provoke people and then watch them look murderous before striking out to defeat or kill them.

"All of them are dead, and I'm the only one left alive, are you satisfied with the dead old man?" After hearing his instructor's words, No. 3 scolded unceremoniously.

Hearing his apprentice call himself a dead old man, the Cold Blade Instructor immediately grabbed a wine glass and threw it at him, only to see that the wine glass was about to hit No. 3's forehead at the moment.

With a flash of light, the glass was split in half and poured at the feet of Number Three.

"Little bastard, you have a lot of skills, you dare to resist, be careful that I will chop you into several pieces, chop them into meat sauce and feed them to the dogs, and feed the remaining offal to the pigs!"

Hearing this, Number Three was still expressionless, but silently turned around, picked up the dagger from between his legs again, and walked towards his instructor.

When he was three steps away from him, he suddenly attacked, and Sen Han's sword light unceremoniously slashed at his instructor.

The Cold Blade instructor was still lying comfortably on the recliner at this time.

And when the knife light came to the end, he suddenly took out a dagger from under the recliner, and with a cold knife light, he took the lead and attacked No. 3.

There was a knife light that was cold to the bone, and it came suddenly, and disappeared in an instant, and the back of the knife light was like the death scythe that seduced the soul in the world.

Two blades face each other, and blood will flow out!

Whose blood?

Number three or Chillblade.

…………

Number Three, at this moment, his blade fell on the shoulder of the Cold Blade Instructor, and the blood slowly flowed out from the Cold Blade Instructor's shoulder, dripping on the ground.

However, No. 3 was not easy, but in terms of results, No. 3 lost.

Although No. 3 was the first to strike, in terms of injuries, No. 3 was more serious.

The sharp dagger pierced Three's chest, his shirt stained blood-red, and a sharp knife slashed from his left shoulder to his right rib chest, half a foot deep.

The cold blade instructor lay on the chair again, but the wine jug in his hand had long been lost, he touched his bleeding wound, and asked slowly: "Little bastard, are you quite ruthless?" ”

"Not as ruthless as you."

Three gritted his teeth in response.

"Fool, if you can move, don't hurry up and bandage the wound, you really have a fucking lot of blood."

Politeness and politeness, gentleness and sincerity, are superfluous things between the master and apprentice, but in terms of affection, there is an almost family relationship between the two of them, although neither of them wants to admit it.

No. 3 didn't talk nonsense, and went directly to the house to find things such as hemostatic medicine and bandages. A series of procedures such as wiping, applying medicine, and bandaging were all completed in just one minute in the hands of No. 3, and No. 3's method of bandaging the wound was more proficient than that of ordinary doctors.

Three then closed the door and walked out of the room, silently looking at the slightly bent back of the Chillblade Instructor.

"Little bastard, the higher-ups have been informed, and from today onwards, you will officially become one of the many official killers of the "Black Dragon Group". ”

"From now on, you can leave this hellish place, own your own house and territory, and live on your own."

The Chillblade Instructor said without looking back, his voice suddenly becoming gentle, like a father watching his child leave.

"Well, yes."

No. 3 replied lightly, with a hint of reluctance in his tone, in fact, deep down in his heart, he didn't know whether it was the reluctance to live in the courtyard for more than ten years, or the reluctance to the instructor and master who had been with him for more than ten years.

"Now that you have the ability to carry out the assassination mission alone, it just so happens that the group of guys has assigned you a mission, you should report to the chief instructor's office immediately."

After being silent for a while, the Cold Blade Instructor said expressionlessly.

"Yes, instructor." No. 3's tone finally fluctuated a little at this moment, and he bowed deeply to the Cold Blade Instructor three times. Then he took a broom and a pinch and cleaned the whole courtyard as he had done for the previous ten years, and then placed a jug of wine on his table.

Then he silently turned and left.

Only the cold blade instructor was left alone, silently drinking wine to dispel sorrow in the courtyard.

“………………”

Half a quarter of an hour later.

"Report!"

"Come in!"

Three slowly pushed open the office door and walked inside. At this moment, there are three people in the office, sitting at the desk is the chief instructor of the training base, and two are middle-aged men in suits sitting on the sofa.

After saluting the chief instructor, Number Three said, "Number Three has come to report on your orders. ”

Hearing this, the chief instructor nodded slightly expressionlessly, and then asked the two middle-aged men, "Are you sure?" ”

Seeing this, one of them stood up and said, "Sure, this is an order from the top." ”

"Alright, Three, come here." The chief instructor sighed helplessly.

"Yes!" Number Three immediately took a few steps forward, and then had the skill to stop at a safe distance of half a meter.

Seeing this, the chief instructor nodded with satisfaction, pointed to a slightly fat middle-aged man, and introduced, "This is Minister Yoshiro Ikawa." Then he pointed to a slightly thinner middle-aged man and said, "This is Chief Kenichi Sato."

Number Three saluted the two of them in turn.

The chief instructor paused and continued: "These two commanders are the intermediaries of our organization who are specifically responsible for taking over various tasks externally, and then dispatch the tasks to us, and then let us complete them. Not only that, but these two chiefs are also the personnel in charge of the outer gate who are responsible for sweeping the tail after completing the task for our organization. Today they are the ones who will be in charge of coming and picking you up."

No. 3 was slightly stunned when he heard this, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but for a while, he didn't say anything.

Seeing this, the chief instructor lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then said: "There is a mission in the organization recently, and you are asked to participate in the list of names, now you don't have to ask anything, the two chiefs on the road will explain to you." ”

"Also, you don't have to go back to pack up, the organization will prepare everything you need, now go with the two chiefs."

"Yes!" Hearing this, Number Three responded expressionlessly.

Yoshiro Ikawa and Ken Sato saw that the matter had been decided. He stood up, and then politely saluted the chief instructor.

After that, he turned around and left without saying a word. Seeing this, Number Three shrugged his shoulders and followed them obediently, slowly leaving here.

When the figure of No. 3 disappeared into the corridor, the chief instructor took another deep puff of cigarette and muttered to himself: "Why does the organization want to use a novice who has just become an official killer and has not even obtained the title of killer, there has never been such a precedent before, is there something special about this No. 3?" ”