Odd Containment Specialist

In the presidential suite of Jiangbo Hotel, Huangfu Zuoren sat cross-legged on the bed with a laptop on his knees. Both avatars kept flashing, sending him messages. The notes next to the avatars were "Prince Carter" and "Angangjia".

For Huangfu Zuoren, this was originally just a trivial private investigation, but by chance, the target that Angangjia asked him to track happened to be involved with the British royal family, so he could make two fortunes from one business.

But money was only secondary to this commission. The most important thing was that Carter agreed to give him the skeleton pen as a reward to thank him.

If he had that pen, his ability evaluation in the industry would probably jump up five or six levels in one go.

Huangfu Zuoren understood that the greater the risk, the greater the reward, and vice versa, the greater the reward, the higher the risk.

Since Prince Carter was willing to use the skeleton pen as a reward, this commission was destined to be not simple, and even very dangerous.

But for someone like him who is used to dancing on the edge of a knife, this is not a problem, just like walking on a tightrope is a life-threatening challenge for ordinary people, but for circus performers, it is nothing more than a daily routine.

Huangfu Zuoren slid the touch screen on his notebook, pulled down the chat history, and carefully read the new information sent by the two bosses again.

[An Gangjia: Recently, it has been observed that the Control Bureau has established an industrial park near the ruins of Yuezhuo Village, including the ruins of Yuezhuo Village. It is highly likely that the Control Bureau has controlled Yuezhuo Village and obtained the ladder to the Seven-branched Historical Tree, but I will notify you within three days about where the ladder leads to. ]

"As expected of a family close to the clock tower, it can find out the age of the new ladder in such a short time. It's amazing." Huangfu Zuoren praised with a smile, and then clicked on another chat interface.

[Prince Carter: I asked my brother to bring you the cage and the reasoning diary. If you succeed this time, then I can not only give you the skeleton pen, but also introduce you to the Assassin Cult. 】

Huangfu Zuoren's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes stayed on the last five words for a long time.

He didn't expect Carter to take the initiative to introduce him to the famous assassin organization. Although he had asked the other party about the method of joining the Assassin Cult many times before, and euphemistically proposed to join the Assassin, he was fooled by Carter.

But this time, Carter actually took the initiative to introduce him for the sake of the possessed spirit!

Huangfu Zuoren's fingers fell on the keyboard, hesitated for a moment, and typed the next line: [What is the test task? ]

[The old man in the mountain allows me to use this task I entrusted you to do as a test for your joining the group. ] Carter replied.

Huangfu Zuoren clenched his fists, took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and re-examined the difficulty and importance of this task.

The task that can be used as a test for joining the group by the Assassins must be more dangerous than the executor's personal ability.

The Assassins are an organization of assassins. They value defeating the strong with the weak. Therefore, the test tasks are not based on the high difficulty that the public thinks, but are judged according to the strength of the person involved. If a disabled person in a wheelchair can easily kill a well-trained healthy person, then he is also considered to have the qualities of an assassin.

Similarly, if an extraordinary person has the ability to destroy a city but cannot defeat an enemy stronger than himself, then he is not qualified to join the group. This strange requirement seems to involve superstitious worship within the cult, but there has never been a definite statement about which god the Assassins believe in.

Some people say that the Assassins believe in a certain agent under the Cangyue, so they keep it secret.

Some people say that the Assassins keep repeating the assassination in order to imitate the experience of a certain agent under the Blood God before his promotion, and gain strength by pleasing the other party.

Others say that the Assassins regard themselves as tools of the splitting shears, objectify themselves with the assassin's code, and regard assassination as cutting off life.

But what is the truth, outsiders have no way of knowing.

Huangfu Zuoren wanted to join them for another reason.

"Ding ding ding!"

The computer sounded the notification tone again, and An Gangjia sent a new message again.

An Gangjia: [I sent you something. This thing is for you just in case. If you want to fight him, then this thing can increase your survival rate, but if you use this thing, then we will only pay you money. ]

"The props specially used to deal with [trump card], plus the prisoner bird cage and reasoning notes, should be enough." Huangfu Zuoren closed his notebook, opened his toolbox, and checked his commonly used props one by one.

A dagger with only a wooden handle and a blade like a translucent shadow.

A Mauser rifle commonly used by German snipers in World War II.

A roll of bandages with only a thin layer left.

These are all his equipment. Since he started working, the strongest person he killed was a fourth-level fugitive criminal. He used this Mauser rifle that could be filled with corresponding magic power to shoot the target in the head at a distance of 300 meters.

Although the assassination was very lucky and thrilling, if Huangfu Zuoren were to do it again, he would be confident that he could do it better. He is no longer the rookie who just entered the industry.

At the same time, in the dormitory of the Control Bureau, Xia Shou had just finished washing up under the care of Alice and lay down on the bed, ready to have a good sleep.

After working overtime and exercising his brain, he didn't want to stay in the Root Sea for long, nor did he want to go to the choir club. He just wanted to sleep peacefully today, dream for the first time in a long time, and then wake up when the alarm rings the next day to brush off all the fatigue of today.

"Good night, Master Xia Shou." Alice said good night gently, "Wish you a good dream."

"Alice, you didn't say anything when you had dinner with Su Yue today."

"I think as a maid, I shouldn't interrupt in that kind of occasion."

"It's okay, if you have anything to say, you can say it at any time, it's the same at any time, don't be so restrained next time." Xia Shou replied.

Alice chuckled and sighed, "You are so gentle, I know, you go to sleep."

Xia Shou closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and then sank into the Root Sea.

This time, he planned to observe the Root Sea casually, and then leave the Root Sea and enter a normal dream.

But as soon as he sank into the sea, he saw a letter floating in the sea water in front of him.

The letter was a yellow envelope commonly used in ancient China. In the middle of the envelope was a red frame drawn with a red pen, and in the red frame were written a vertical line of characters: [Respectfully presented by Li Tianhe].

Xia Shou immediately frowned, thinking what the hell was this?

He reached out and fished the letter out of the sea water, turned it over, and found that there was still a seal on the back.

Xia Shou tore open the letter, carefully pulled out the letter paper from it, and then unfolded it in the sea water.

The first sentence on the letter was - [Respectfully presented by the Master of the Department]