For this assassination mission, Pang Xie had a lot of doubts in his heart.

It's just that Lin Sangongzi made it clear in the letter that in order to prevent the news from leaking, in the next period of time, no member of the organization will call him or answer his calls, and all contacts will be through other channels.

Therefore, no matter how many questions Pang Xie had in his heart, he could only suppress it for the time being and wait for the next opportunity to connect.

Pressing the doubts in his heart for the time being, Pang Xie burned the letterhead and took out another thing in the safe—an ivory box containing a thunder talisman.

The box was not large, but it was extremely finely carved, and there were many infallible runes.

Pang Xie gently flicked the knob and opened the ivory box, and the thunder talisman inside was suddenly revealed in front of him.

Multiply... Multiply...

After the box was opened, a flash of lightning flashed, and then, he saw the true face of the thunder talisman.

This is a talisman about three inches long and one inch wide, white texture, I don't know what material it is made of, it looks a bit like animal leather, and dense runes are drawn with cinnabar, and tens of thousands of runes constitute an extremely complex rune array.

The surface of the thunder talisman is constantly flashing with purple-blue electric light, a thread, a wisp, like a thunderbolt in the sky, what is even more terrifying is that the thunder talisman itself gathers a very strong aura, almost to the point of overflowing, as long as you open the box, you can feel the aura is constantly flowing around.

Seeing this, Pang Xie hurriedly closed the box, which stopped the flow of aura, it seems that this ivory box is not simple, it is not just a random thing to load the thunder talisman.

After closing the box, Pang Xie faintly recalled the thunder talisman he had just seen, and felt that something was wrong.

Although the thunder fu is strong and the aura is strong, in his opinion, at most, he can hit the Jindan master hard, and it seems that it is difficult for some strong people to kill him in one fell swoop.

If he is still a monk in the Mortal Realm, this is naturally not obvious, but he is already a Jindan-level master, and after the careful teaching of the King of Inspiration, he has also walked through the Carpathian Mountains, and has fought with a master of the same level, so he naturally has a deep understanding of the power of Jindan-level masters.

"Why is this? The letter clearly said that this thing was at least ninety percent sure that it would be able to kill Yu Si, but ...... Could it be that someone is secretly doing it, or is it that Lei Fu has a special lethality to Yu Si......"

When Pang Xie thought of this, a thought suddenly popped out of his heart, and as soon as this thought appeared, it lingered in his mind for a long time, and he could no longer drive it away.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is already more than eleven o'clock in the evening.

According to the arrangement in the letter, Ponsei left his lodgings and strolled into Central Park, under a certain tree northwest of Central Park, where at midnight tonight there would be specific instructions for his actions.

It was only a five-minute walk from his lodgings to Central Park, and Ponsie walked quickly, and after about three or four minutes, he had already arrived at the entrance of Central Park and strode towards the park.

"Hey, lad, is there anything you can't think of?" said an old voice behind him just as he was about to step into the garden.

"Oh, what do you mean?" Ponche looked back, and the person who spoke was a homeless man in his sixties, with a bearded, furry face, holding half a bottle of vodka in his hand, looking a little drunk.

"At this o'clock, there are only four kinds of people who dare to go to Central Park, the first is a drug dealer, the second is a robber who is ready to eat black, and the third is a fool who has just bought insurance and is ready to extort the insurance company. The homeless man said with a glare.

"What do you think I look like?" asked Ponsei with a smile.

"I see you as a fourth kind, a fool who doesn't know whether to live or die. The homeless man said.

"Haha. ”

Pang Xie laughed loudly, took out a coin of 10 mesos with his backhand, flicked his fingers, and the coin crossed a beautiful curve, which just bounced into the hand of the homeless man, and said, "Don't worry, even if there is a fool, it is not me!"

......

The homeless people outside the park are not talking nonsense, and the metropolis's Central Park not only brings fresh air to the city, but at the same time, provides enough space for criminals to survive.

At night, it's a haven for criminals, and the underground trade is rampant, to the point of exaggeration, and the midnight single crossing Central Park has become an adventure in the Met.

For this situation, the police have nothing to do, and the criminals of the Mesot Federation are not like Huaguo, most of them are cold weapons, and they dare not fight with the police, and they are thankful that they have a pistol or a home-made spear.

The criminals here are sand eagles, AKs are not uncommon, and if it is a busy fight, even if the M249 automatic rifle is set up, it is not bizarre.

As for Clark Kent's Council of Order, what are you kidding, no matter what country you are in, the supernatural forces are above the world, and you enjoy the worship of the world, when to worry about such trivial matters as law and order.

The hero Qiao Feng is the Murong son of Gusu Murong, the master of Xixia Yipintang, the hero of Qunxian Village, and the shrimp soldier and crab general of the Xingzhu faction, when will he go to the street to catch the thief?

The lights in Central Park are dim, that is, the moonlight is still bright, and the light is clear, so that it will not be dark.

After entering Central Park, Pang Xie walked quickly to the agreed place according to the instructions on the letter, and after more than ten minutes, when he came to the agreed place was only more than 200 meters away, someone suddenly flashed out from behind the tree.

"Hey, bro, borrow some money to spend. A black man said with his teeth bared.

The sky was dark, this guy was black, wearing a black sweatshirt, only when he opened his mouth, his teeth were white, and it looked like a mouth was floating alone in the air, which was scary.

"I'm sorry, the last bit of change on my body was given to someone else when I entered the park just now. Ponsie said.

"It's okay, there's no change, just give something else. The benevolent man pulled a pistol out of his pocket.

Seeing this, Pang Xie sighed secretly in his heart, worthy of the Mesot Federation, any thug who robbed on the road has a pistol, unlike when he was in Huaguo, he encountered robbery several times, and he used daggers and knives, and the grade gap was too big.

"Do you want this?"

Pang Xie smiled slightly, reached out and touched his back, grabbed an AK47 and came out, the muzzle of the black hole was glowing, and he pointed steadily at the robber in front of him.

He grabbed it from behind his back, just to hide people's eyes, and actually took it out of Na Ring, as for this gun, it was taken from a gun shop when he was idle in the metropolis two days ago, of course, he just kept the money and did not tell the boss.

Holmes told him that living in the Met, having a gun solves a lot of problems.

"Oh, brother, I think we misunderstood......" The robber quickly put away his pistol and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

After this little episode, Pang Xie went to the pre-agreed place, under a large inconspicuous tree.

Under this tree, there is a white stone, the size of a fist, which looks no different from other stones, but the shape is slightly special in the eyes of those who care.

Pang Xie picked up the stone, pinched it gently, and heard a "bang", the stone suddenly shattered into a pile of broken porcelain pieces, it turned out that this stone was not a real stone, just a fake made of clay, the interior was hollow, and inside was a small box.

Ponsie only knew that this was the mission's messaging tool, and if he had participated in overseas training in the Reverse Scales, he would have known that this thing was also called a dead mailbox, and it was one of the two major messaging methods. (https:)

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