It's not that Quito hasn't overturned, and in their line of work, overturning is all too common.

All kinds of tasks are not guaranteed to be completed absolutely, mercenaries are against the water, mission objectives hide power, etc., which are too common in their industry.

He usually rarely accepts this kind of order to work directly with members of the noble family, because the implication is somewhat large.

But the Ronnie family is different, he is a very well-informed person, and he knows most of the predicament of the Ronnie family now, and the enemies in the predicament are actually the best to step on two feet.

Although it is immoral to fall into a well, the risk is really small to do, but the gain is great.

Even if the other party gets up from the well, he will go to the doctor as soon as possible to ensure his condition, instead of chasing those who fall into the well first, which is not in the interests of a noble family.

They will settle accounts after the fall, but there is too much room for manipulation after the fall.

If this kind of behavior is put in ordinary tea tasting, it is a desperate household.

Like the death of a whale, its carcass sinks in the ocean and feeds countless tiny lives.

In fact, there is such a behavior in human society, when an organization that holds interests gradually goes to extinction, there will be countless people who push it from all aspects, and then receive benefits from it.

He actually had self-confidence, and with the power he wielded, it would be difficult for Nether to embarrass him head-on, even if he knew where he was.

But he hid, not because he was afraid of Nether, but because he was afraid of breaking the rules.

Intercepting this kind of thing, even if it is successful, he has to hide for a while, he can do it, but he can't jump, being too arrogant will only be considered unreliable, and then when people have this impression of him, he is actually not far from death.

"Have all the traces been taken care of?" asked Guido, sitting in the chamber, opening his mouth to his cronies.

"It's all taken care of, and the Ronnie family seems to have given up on pursuing us for the time being. "The cronies got the news from various whistles.

Nether and his party did come to the Black Street, but after coming to the Black Street, they became peaceful again.

"Alright, help me get in touch with the Blades!" Guido nodded, a little pain flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, boss. The cronies didn't ask much and went straight to work.

As an intermediary, especially an intermediary who has reached his level, every time the transfer task fails, there are actually two choices.

Either send the task back and pay double the compensation, or pay out of your own pocket and hire someone to continue the task.

"There's some adventure after all. A hint of madness flashed in the eyes of the three-handed Guido, doing what they do is walking a tightrope, using different connections, balancing each other to ensure their own safety, and then using the so-called credibility as a protective coat.

However, this balance is fragile after all, and the power of the nobleman is constantly changing, and the so-called credibility cannot protect him for a lifetime.

If he can't accumulate wealth as quickly as possible, and then transform his identity to go ashore, then what awaits him may be an extinction after the failure of the mission, or maybe he touches the bottom line of a nobleman after knowing too much, and then is secretly eliminated.

Because of this, seizing the opportunity, he wants to make crazy money.

Nether is related to Tár, but Tal is a member of the Third Legion, and in this social environment, it is impossible for a certain military god to come home and find his daughter living in a kennel, and send 100,000 troops in a fit of anger.

There is such a thing as a legion, it is impossible to let one person go crazy.

In the end, it will become an exchange of interests, and as long as you complete the task, then you are valuable, and the people behind you will protect yourself.

"Tar's connections are not extensive, what he can use is actually himself, and some of his cronies in the army, he is indeed strong, but if he can't find me, then everything will be in vain. ”

"It's still not safe here, and when that's done, I'm going to have to change my base. Quito thought.

The Blades are an organization that is based in the Oder region, they are good at assassination, and are known for their assassinations, and even vaguely, they want to use the reputation of the Blades to condense the meaning of merit.

The prospect of the merit condensed by this kind of deeds is very poor, and even if it succeeds, it is difficult to establish a family openly, because assassination is too hated by others.

Therefore, the best way out for this kind of person is to be accepted as a member of the family by a big nobleman after condensing his merits, and then continue to hide in the shadows and do black work for that family.

The Farr family actually has members similar to that, which is a branch of the Farr family, bearing the name of Villarile, inheriting the assassination coat of arms from generation to generation, and disappearing in the dark.

It's a bit similar to the Nothingness of the Bloodline Council, except that the Nothingness is only responsible for the Bloodline Council, and the assassination branch is only responsible for the main line.

In fact, it is very likely that these assassination branches themselves are part of aristocratic families, and some of the weakened branches will choose to set up such an organization when they do not receive much support from their families, and even gradually lose their cultivation materials for transcendent professions.

Until they succeed, they don't receive any overt funding, but secretly they can get the spiritual materials given by their family.

Every year, such organizations fail and disappear without a trace.

The Blades are one such organization that is gradually embarking on this path.

They assassinate again and again, then leave the mark of belonging to the Blade Group, and in the end they are all members of the Order, they have no names, only code names.

And when their fame is enough, they will kill each other, and decide one person to inherit the name of the blade and become the final fruit.

Again, all the benefits of the Blade Group, except for their own need to improve their strength, will be preserved and used as the cost of condensing merit and forming a coat of arms in the future.

The third-handed Quito invited them out, naturally, in order to continue the assassination of Nether.

"Once that's done, I'm going to be able to take over that and get the most out of it. Guido rubbed his brows, took a sip of wine, tightened his clothes, and then lay down on the bed to rest for a while.

In their line of work, the rest time was never accurate, and he slept four or five times a day, sometimes for an hour, sometimes for two hours, and then he would be woken up by things.

They have to be the sharpest of the people, or ......

The subtle sound instantly made Guido sober up, and he, who was not weak, sensed the danger in an instant.

"Who is it?Ronnie?Saba?Or Karen?" Thoughts filled his mind, and he immediately raised his weapon, gathered away the important documents, and opened the secret passage.

Then he saw that a wooden door was destroyed in an instant, and the huge white werewolf jumped in from outside the door, and then a pair of eyes seemed to pass through the barrier of the secret passage and looked directly at him.

At that moment, it was as if there was black smoke wafting, and the terrifying momentum mixed with illusions rushed directly into Quito's perception, and then formed the realm of perception.

In the realm of perception, the white wolf, which had always been huge, covered in pitch-black smoke, shrouded him.

Quito knew that he was trapped in the realm of perception, and that the other party was enveloping his perception with his own perception through momentum.

If you can't break free, you will lose control of your body.

Just as he was about to deal with the black smoke and white werewolf, some color seemed to appear in the realm of perception, and a sloppy middle-aged man who was thinking about repentance and wailing for the rest of his life rushed directly to Quito.

At that moment, Guido smelled the smell of danger, and before he had time to think about why there was a third party in the realm of perception, he chose to do his best to bloom his perception and break free from that realm of perception.

Sensing the information from the outside world, his consciousness competed for the realm of perception and opened his eyes.

The white werewolf who came step by step also condensed the beast's pupils at the same time, and jumped out, and the terrifying momentum was released, but it was condensed in a narrow range.

Quito has a lot of combat experience, and he was about to shrink his perception at the first time, and then the whisper of the middle-aged man in the perception field seemed to sound in his ears again.

"For the rest of your life, repent and wail!"

His head hurt, and then the white figure flashed in front of him, and he lost consciousness.