Blue and White Society

  Chapter 359 Assassin's Vault

  Dubai is a modern metropolis, where rich people gather and luxury cars are everywhere.

   On the side of the street, a convertible sports car suddenly started to slow down.

  The guy in the sunglasses who was driving noticed the beautiful woman waiting for a taxi by the side of the road, so he stopped to ask if he wanted to give her a ride.

   "Will it be too disturbing? I'm going to the airport." The beauty smiled.

   The guy in the sunglasses was startled, and noticed that the beauty was carrying a bag, and it was likely that she was really leaving at the end of the journey.

  But he still smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll drop by, let's get in the car."

   As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a bear doll that was placed in the passenger seat, and stuffed it into a corner at random to make room for the beauty.

"Please!"

  The beauty smiled and walked forward to open the door.

   Neither of them noticed that the passenger seat was actually occupied by someone.

  An assassin in a white robe seems to have been sitting in the co-pilot seat from a very early time.

  The assassin pressed his fingers together, sitting here had already been carried by the guy in sunglasses for a while.

  The guy in the sunglasses thought the co-pilot was unoccupied, so he put the bear toy on the assassin's lap, without knowing it, and thought it was on the seat.

  He completely ignored the presence of the assassin sitting beside him.

  The assassin was riding along, but he also treated him like nothing. Only when the guy in sunglasses took the toy bear from the assassin's lap in order to pick up the beautiful woman, the assassin glanced at him inexplicably.

   "Pa..." the beauty opened the car door.

  The Assassin sighed, flipped back, and landed lightly on the back cover of the sports car seat.

  This sports car only has two seats... He has no place to sit when the beauty gets in the car.

  A man and a woman are driving a convertible car in front, talking and laughing, without knowing it, an assassin sits cross-legged behind him, staring at them in a daze...

  Suddenly, the assassin seemed to find that the road was not going his way. After the sports car passed a corner, he suddenly got up, jumped a few meters to a house beside the road.

  He grasped the window sill firmly with both hands, climbing up lightly like a dexterous gecko.

   No one on the side of the road noticed this, and no one seemed to have seen anyone climbing the stairs in public.

  The assassin climbed to the fifteenth floor in one breath, and got into an open window.

   There was a piercing sound in the room, and a fat man was controlling the handle, fighting with others on the battlefield.

  The white-clothed assassin passed in front of him grandly, blocking the screen for a while, but the fat man didn't care.

   Instead, because the battle was too intense and the screen was blocked for half a second, causing him to die, he complained loudly: Why did someone suddenly appear! When did you get in!

  He was talking about the situation in the game. He was aiming at the window with a gun, and an enemy came in through the window. He didn't see it at the first time. He didn't notice it until the opponent shot him.

  The fat man just thought it was a camera jam and missed the opportunity to shoot at the first time.

   Unexpectedly, at that moment just now, an assassin in white happened to pass by in front of the TV, blocking a few frames of the picture.

  Teammates complained to him: "How dare you hold a gun! This can be killed! How can you be so good!"

   Fat House muttered: "It's just stuck, it's none of my business!"

   "Your network is so good, how can you get stuck? It's because you are unresponsive!"

   "You are the one who is unresponsive!"

   Regarding the quarrel in the room, the assassin didn't look back, and opened the door silently to leave.

  He jumped from the balcony on the other side of Fei Zhai's house, like an eagle, gliding into the opposite park.

  Although there is no air wall, the assassins also have their own unique high-altitude slow-fall technique, so that they only need to make some small designs on the white robes, and they can fly as easily as a hang glider.

   When landing, they need a cushion for cushioning, and they have the skills to unload the force.

  This buffer can be a haystack, a big tree or a flowerbed with luxuriant foliage, or even a passerby.

  But that passer-by will suffer huge impact damage because of this...Assassins usually use this to jump and kill.

  At this moment, the assassin slid onto a tree in the opposite park, knocking down countless branches and leaves.

  A couple under the tree were talking, when they were suddenly covered with branches and leaves, they hurriedly looked up in fright.

   But they saw nothing but swaying branches.

  The assassin has already left here, moving through the woods sensitively. For any obstacle, he jumps over with a light front somersault, or climbs over with the help of one-arm support.

   Two people stopped to talk at the intersection, blocking the road. The assassin jumped over their heads, walked through the park, and came to the street.

  He mixed in the crowd. After walking two streets, he got into an alley, turned around and came to a small courtyard.

  A child in the yard is sitting on the grass and playing with building blocks. He has already built a castle.

  The assassin frowned, squatting in front of the pile of blocks as if looking for something.

   Soon he stretched out his hand, pulled out the bottom one, and put it in his pocket.

   "Wow!" The building blocks that had been built collapsed instantly, and the child was taken aback and cried out.

   "My castle has fallen!" The child turned his head and cried to his parents. Hearing the movement in the room, the assassin's hands were like lightning! The building block was restored in a second, but because an important building block was missing, the style of the castle was slightly different.

  A woman trotted out of the room, coaxing the child: "Isn't the castle nice?"

  The child turned his head and stared at the castle, which was built even better than himself, and was speechless.

   At this time, the assassin had already left. After climbing over the wall, he dismantled the building block he took away and took out a pill.

   This is the antidote, which the assassin has already arranged. Once you successfully evacuate, you can come here and take it to detoxify yourself.

  Whether it is taken or put, it is extremely concealed, even the family does not know it.

  The white-clothed assassin, after being detoxified, continued to walk around the house.

  While passing through an apartment on a certain floor, he saw someone making out in the bedroom from the window, and there was a melodious sound in his ears.

  He ignored this directly.

  By the way, he helped someone close the curtains, and then Shi Shiran walked past the two of Chiguo.

   But this time, instead of going out through the window on the other side, he directly opened the door and left.

  He took the stairs down to the basement, and waited for a while while staggering the monitoring. A young man whistled and came to drive in the underground parking lot. He also followed and followed the road again.

  The whereabouts are extremely erratic, let alone stealth, even if you don't sneak, it is difficult to grasp the trace.

   Repeatedly, he walked through the streets and alleys, passing countless private houses, and occasionally hitchhiking, he has already crossed more than half of the city.

  Unknowingly, I came to a mansion.

  This mansion is magnificent, with a wide view, and a garden swimming pool with a huge range.

   This is not the property of assassins, but the property of strangers. As long as there is a mission, they will find an empty house nearby as a base. Apart from the headquarters, they have never had a fixed base.

  The owner of the mansion has gone abroad, and only two dogs are left to guard the house. For assassins, this is like no man's land.

  He climbed over the wall and entered, and suddenly the two people in the garden looked at him.

   "Aaron, my brother, you are back, what about the others?" said an elder.

"Master, except for Haim, all the brothers have died. Haim was tracked by a member of the commune and evacuated separately from me. He will delay the time, and I will tell the brothers to prepare for the ambush." ​​The white-clothed assassin said .

  The elder stood up immediately and entered the house with another person, who were changing their outfits and putting on their equipment.

  He was dressed in purple, exactly like an Assassin, and the other was white, like Aaron.

   "Aaron, are you sure you're not being followed?" the older man asked.

  Aaron smiled and said: "It's sure. As long as someone follows me within 200 meters and follows for more than a minute, I will let the eagle pay attention. During the period, I deliberately stayed in many places to lure, but I didn't find the enemy following me."

   "In addition, I have used twenty methods to verify, and I can be sure that no one is following me. Unless the stalker is blind, he will always show his feet, and how can a blind person follow me?"

  The elder nodded and said, "I'm going to the cemetery now, you can take a rest here."

   "No, I'm not injured and I'm in good shape." Aaron said.

  At this time, another assassin in white reported: "The two members of the palace disappeared three minutes ago."

   "It's still the same old way. When they arrived, the tracker was already dead... Inform Haiim's eagle and ask him to lead people here. Aaron, you stand there." The elder said.

   After finishing speaking, the purple-robed master directly stretched out his hand and pressed Aaron.

  Seeing that Aaron instantly turned into a telegraph pole, standing on the side of the road outside the fence.

   Another white-clothed assassin turned into a stag stone sculpture, stuck in the garden.

  The elder himself squatted at the door of the villa, slapped his head with his hand, and it turned into a hard marble floor, which was laid on the ground.

  The living assassins formed a marble floor from the villa to the iron gate of the wall, with no signs of life.

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   p.s: Sorry. I'm in a bad state recently, I don't know how to write it, maybe it's because I haven't played Assassin's Creed for a long time.

  (end of this chapter)