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To get such an answer, Kong Ming is already very satisfied.

Because the man on the mountain did not use his own authority to restrict Hassan's freedom, nor did he directly order them to obey Kong Ming's orders. Anyway, Kong Ming himself will discuss all matters with Hassan. If it collapses, it will be easy to gather and disperse.

The contract spirit of Hassans is all top-notch, and they will definitely help their employers if they receive the money, and Kong Ming is also confident that with his own ability, he will definitely be able to pull Hassans up the mountain to join the group and take the top spot.

Chapter 330: Assassination Religion Assassin

In the middle of the night, the stars are twinkling.

The imperial capital is hidden in a small building in the market.

The Hassans around the table are discussing, and the center of the meeting is naturally Kong Ming's invitation to join the group.

"Lord Kong Ming sent an invitation letter, asking me to join Shuibo Liangshan and contribute to the overthrow of the empire. What do you think about this?"

The mantra in charge of business affairs led the meeting. While speaking, he placed a black-covered invitation letter in the center of the table, with gold-plated letters on it——From the Lords of Hassan.

Bai Meng unceremoniously picked up the invitation letter and looked it over, feeling that Kong Ming understood the rules of the Hassans quite well, because it was not so much an invitation letter as it was a letter of employment.

In addition to the work that Hassans need to handle, Kong Ming also wrote down the remuneration that will be paid in detail, without any moral righteousness.

"Looking at the wording of the words, the attitude is quite sincere."

Then, she handed it to Jing Mi who was sitting beside her, and Jing Mi nodded in the same way after reading it, while Shadow Lantern asked directly:

"Kong Ming? With his personality, he definitely wasn't the one who led the establishment of the water park Liangshan, so who is the leader?"

"Iskandar is just the king of youth, but his leadership ability is unquestionable."

The curse wrist responded, then turned his head to look at the silent fanatic, and asked:

"What's your opinion? The fanatic."

Hassan's eyes in the room fell on Kuang Xinzi, but Kuang Xinzi neither read the invitation letter nor asked about the specific situation of Liangshan City, but instead asked:

"Since Master Kong Ming can send the invitation letter here, then he must have had contact with the first-generation lord, right? What does the first-generation lord mean?"

All the Hassans were startled when they heard the words, and they looked at the cursed wrist in unison. While they were afraid in their hearts, they all admired the fanatic's loyalty. Seeing his ideological awareness, all actions were based on the words of the first generation of adults.

This pure spirit is worthy of the name of fanaticism.

"The first-generation adults did not directly give instructions, presumably it is for us to judge and choose by ourselves."

The loyal and unparalleled curse wrist naturally also thought about this issue, but after searching for several times, he couldn't find the letter note that was carried by the old man of the mountain, so he made such a decision.

With my old man's resolute temperament, if he really wanted to wait for others to do things, he would definitely give orders directly, and he would definitely not waste time by asking his subordinates to figure out what he wanted.

Therefore, since the old man of the mountain didn't give any orders, it means that he really doesn't care about this matter, and it's completely free for Hassans to choose.

"Is that so? Let's discuss it, I just follow the final result."

Fanxinzi immediately lost interest in the meeting when he heard the words, and sat there with his head down and played with the dagger, looking like an outsider.

Curse Wrist nodded, and turned his attention to the rest of Hassan, while Tranquility, Baimao, and Shadow Lantern didn't say much.

After getting along for this period of time, they are no strangers to the fanatic's appearance, because her fanatic's thinking and action mode is too simple, and there is no need to try to figure it out.

Fanxinzi will use all her strength and energy to complete all the tasks related to the Lord of the Mountain, and she will use [-]% seriousness to complete the tasks that have nothing to do with the Lord of the Mountain. Treat to resolve.

As for things that are not missions and have nothing to do with the Weng of the Mountain, the fanatic would not even bother with them.

Therefore, Hassan admired the fanatic's pure belief, so he also attached great importance to her opinions at the meeting.

After all, the girl will look at the problem from the perspective of the old man of the mountain without selfishness, which allows the Hassans to maintain political correctness and at the same time not deviate from the path, so as to avoid the death tragedy of hitting the clock with their head.

"Anyway, idleness is idleness, and recently the imperial capital is looking for us everywhere, so why not accept Master Kong Ming's invitation?"

Tranquility weighed it up and said her choice, while Baimao, who folded her arms, agreed and said:

"I support Tranquil's opinion. Edmund and Moriarty are in the Imperial Palace. Sooner or later, this place will become their playground. It's meaningless to stay here."

"Indeed, the recent commissions have become less and less." The curse wrist talking to himself tapped his fingers on the table, "Professor Moriarty joined the Imperial Research Institute with a clean identity, and there will be no more in a short time." Big move."

Hearing what the curse wrist said, Shadow Lantern suddenly realized something, and asked, "How much money do we have left for our activities?"

Jing Mi was stunned when she heard the words, took out the money bag and poured it on the table, dozens of copper coins rolled out, and there were two or three silver coins among them.

Calculated based on the expensive prices in the imperial capital, this amount of money seems to be enough for them to eat and drink for two or three days, and after that they will be completely out of food.

The atmosphere of silence spread in the room, and the distracted fanatic felt the awkward atmosphere, and looked up at the partners around him, with a little puzzled expression on his little face.

"Ahem, I think it's better for Master Kong Ming to accept the commission, shall we?"

The curse wrist coughed twice to break the silence, and the others also reacted, nodding their heads in agreement.

"Yeah, Heroic Spirits also need to have dinner, right? Let's take it." Baimao said.

"Yes, that's the decision, shall we pack up and leave?" Jing Mi said as she put the coins away again.

Fanxinzi looked at his companions who had reached a consensus, but still didn't understand how they negotiated it all at once, and they were still hesitant to discuss and discuss a few seconds ago.

"No, since Master Kong Ming invited me to wait for Hassan to create a great cause together, it is because of the ability of our Assassin sect, so we must not leave empty-handed, and we still need to submit a certificate."

Shadow Lantern showed the majesty that the second-generation Hassan should have, and such an act of saving face for the king of the mountain, other Hassans will naturally not refuse, and the fanatic is even more like, "Let's talk, let's talk today." Cut who' excited posture.

"Should you vote for a certificate? According to your opinion, who is suitable?" Curse Wrist asked.

Since Shadow Lantern proposed this idea, he naturally had a plan in mind and asked:

"I heard that the empire also has its own assassination force? It is rumored that the strength is not bad?"

"There is such a thing, don't you think so?" Kuangxinzi squinted his eyes and smiled, "Besides, it seems that the imperial assassination forces have been recruiting orphans from all over the country recently, and it seems that they want to train a new generation of killers. gone."

The eye sockets of the curse-wrist skull mask lit up red, and he muttered: "That's just right, didn't the old man also tell us before leaving that we want to select the No. 20 generation of old men in the mountains? This batch of good seedlings is just right."

Shadow Lantern nodded, the flickering lights reflected his blurred face, and his hoarse and deep voice echoed in the room.

"In the name of Assassin, the Assassin's Order, we gallop from the dark death, walk in the darkness, and convey the gospel of heaven to the world on behalf of the angel of death."

Chapter 330 Five Imperial Assassination Troops

legend.

Thousands of years ago, when the empire was founded.

The talented and generous founding emperor stands on the top of the world and overlooks all living beings. Power, money, beauty, etc. are all revealed in his eyes, and the only thing he worries about is the country he has spent his whole life building.

The emperor who ruled the empire knew that there was no hope of immortality, but also worried that his descendants would not be able to protect the huge foundation of the country after his death, so he was always depressed and unhappy.

The general trend of the world will be divided for a long time, and will be combined for a long time.

The ancient emperors who were able to emerge from the chaotic grasslands and sweep the world, attacking aliens in the north, conquering barbarians in the south, and expelling the western kingdoms naturally understood this unavoidable law and reason.

Although he knew it in his heart, the emperor was unwilling.

Those who can develop such a great foundation must also have a firm mind. Before finding a solution, the emperor was thinking hard every day, trying to figure out how to keep the empire long-lasting.

One day, the emperor finally figured it out.

Since I can't live forever, then forge weapons that can be passed down through the ages to protect the country.

Then he ordered to summon the top skilled craftsmen in the country to gather in the imperial capital, using the legendary super dangerous species as materials, adding rare metals such as Olihara steel, and a large number of top forging secrets, developed 48 peerless magic weapons, and won the crown With the name of 'Teigu'.

48 Teigu, each Teigu is a unique existence, and each Teigu has a powerful power similar to magic, and this terrifying power comes from the super dangerous species used as material.

48 pieces of Teigu are equivalent to 48 super-dangerous weapon types, and among them there is no lack of Teigu that can stop a thousand with one, with combat power like a nuclear bomb!

In this world of only blood and blades, the appearance of Teigu is no less than a heavy weight that destroys the tendency of the balance, giving the imperial official the absolute power to suppress the secular world by himself.

Thousands of years have made the empire gradually decayed, and 48 Teigu were either damaged or lost and buried in history, which has become a distant legend in people's mouth.

Today, there are a total of 39 pieces of Teigu left in the world.

In addition to the scattered Teigu, the only people in the empire who can get a piece of Teigu, apart from military generals and noble lords, are the imperial assassination troops who have been active in the dark from beginning to end.

It's another winter, and it's time for the Imperial Assassin Troops to regularly recruit newcomers.

In order to ensure the loyalty of the assassination troops, the assassination personnel of the empire will never be transferred from other departments of the army, but will only adopt orphans with excellent qualities from all over the country, and start education and training from an early age.

In the evening, somewhere in a mountain depression.

Rows of compact camps were set up on the snowy ground, surrounded by improvised fences, and elite soldiers stood guard.

Inside the tent, a group of children in tattered clothes sat crowded together, both men and women were ashen-faced, sallow and emaciated, with uneasiness and fear in their eyes, as well as confusion and fear of the future.

A slender man with a gloomy face stood at the entrance of the tent, looking at the little ghosts squatting with his sharp eyes inside, quickly counting the number of people.

The man's name is Gozzi, and he is the current leader of the empire's assassination force. He was born in the Raksha Four Ghosts of Huangquan Temple. With a Teigu, he is the most powerful assassin in the empire.

"Two tents, a total of one hundred brats. It seems that a new batch of killers is about to be born from them."

After counting the number, Gozqi put down the curtain of the tent, raised his hand to adjust the white windbreaker, and walked slowly back to his own tent.

Not long after Gozzi sat down, a short, crooked figure walked into his tent with a hideous scar on his face. The person who came was Bill, the vice-captain of the Imperial Assassination Force.

"Yo, Gozzi. Is it convenient for me to talk to you about spring training?"

Seeing this, Gozzi frowned, and asked in a deep voice:

"I'm in charge of training the elite group, and you are in charge of training the intensive group. It's been like this every year in the past. What else is there to discuss?"

Bill found a chair and sat down, as if he didn't feel Godzzi's impatience, his old wrinkled face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"So, besides the elite seven, I will teach the rest of the little ones?"

Seeing Bill's malicious look, Gozzi was silent, recalling all the training of newcomers in previous years.

The enhanced group, that is, the group whose quality is not good enough and needs to use potions to stimulate the potential to be squeezed.

Naturally, this medicine has strong side effects.

Therefore, none of the dozens of children in the intensive group last year survived, and all of them were reduced to corpses.

Of course, there is a reason for the medicine, but the bigger reason is that Bill, the person in charge, abused the strengthening medicine, and did not take into account the children's frail body's ability to withstand the side effects.

Unlike Gozzi, who tried his best to ensure that every elite grows smoothly, Bill, who manages the reinforcement group, regards the new recruits who have not grown up as garbage, and insists on the attitude of 'use it and throw it away'.

Although he can't understand Bill's behavior, Gozzi is unable to take care of so much, even if he responds to the empire, he will not get a response.

Because the selection and training of killers is an absolute survival of the fittest, the period is full of blood and death, otherwise, how can a group of ignorant children be turned into sharp blades for the empire to wipe out the enemies.

"That's it, but I hope you can at least educate a few qualified little guys. We are short of people now."

Gozzi mentioned Bill, hoping that the other party would not go too far, but Bill didn't care about it, and said with a smile:

"If you want to survive, you have to fully demonstrate your own value. This empire has never been short of smoldering fire."

Seeing Bill's leaving back, Gozzi fell silent again, sighed faintly in his heart, erased the trace of mercy that the killer shouldn't have, and restored his usual hard heart.

"I hope there will be a few more geniuses in this group of people. It's up to you whether you can survive."

At midnight, outside the camp of the imperial assassination forces, a group of uninvited guests ushered in.

A dark sentry hiding in a tree was looking around boredly, but he didn't notice that the shadow obliquely behind him was rippling like the surface of water, and the fanatic in a cloak jumped out of the shadow, wiping cleanly. Anshao's neck.

The bright and cold moonlight illuminated the skull mask on the girl's face, her black eyes were filled with indifference and murderous intent, and traces of blood trickled down the tip of the dagger.

At the same time, the dark sentries scattered in other places were also attacked and killed by Quiet and Shadow Lanterns.

The next moment, hundreds of figures hidden in the surrounding darkness fumbled and appeared, and before the imperial army and assassination troops could react, they launched a frontal assault.

The screams piercing the night sky sounded over the camp, full of vigorous fighting spirit.

"Attention! Enemy attack——"

But in an instant, the roaring and roaring of the night watchman stopped abruptly, and his throat was gripped and crushed by a crimson demon arm.

Chapter 330 Six Hundred Appearances: My Old Lady Is Finally Unparalleled!

Cursed Arm Hassan was tall, [-] meters tall, held up by him with one arm. The night watch soldiers of the empire were as powerless as a child facing an adult. There was an absolute power gap between the two sides.