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Yang Lin nodded and admitted.

"Yes, it does belong to that guy, but he has already been dealt with by me."

"That's good."

I got an answer in order to verify my suspicion.

Dark Soul opened the box where the co-pilot kept things and rummaged through it.

Sensing something strange about Black Soul, Yang Lin glanced at him in confusion and asked:

"What are you doing, asking for money?"

"Let me start by saying, there's nothing good in this car."

"I'm not looking for money, I'm looking for it. Just wait... I found it."

Black Soul straightened up and had an extra card in his hand.

"It's this thing. I just guessed that if one hundred and twenty mission targets can appear in a city at the same time, someone must be holding a large-scale gathering meeting."

The handwriting printed on the card is crooked and does not resemble the language of any country on earth.

But Dark Soul knows what font this is.

Alien letters.

As a person who grew up under the hands of the head of the Yama Hall, he has been trained continuously since he can remember.

In addition to learning the languages ​​of various countries, he also heard foreign languages.

He could roughly read the contents on this piece of paper.

"On November 3rd, Minngling... Tangguan? No, it seems to be a meeting at the Minngling Golf Course. People from all over the country with the same dreams will be invited to discuss and share experiences. Please arrive on time."

Yang Lin murmured: "Mingling Golf Course... Po, can you drive a navigation map?"

Dark Soul nodded.

"meeting."

After a while of tinkering, a map appeared on the middle monitor.

The map automatically marks the green route, and the mechanical Korean lady’s voice starts navigation.

Yang Lin turned the steering wheel and turned right.

They don't know any information about the main assassination mission.

I don’t know who the person is, what his name is, gender, height and weight, state of mind, etc.

Rather than this, it would be better to solve the side quest in hand first.

Inside the Australian Assassin's Temple.

Looking at a speeding yellow sports car on the big screen, the leader of Seven Kills breathed a long sigh of relief and lay down on the chair.

Fanning the fan, he said: "Oh~ this kid really did not disappoint me. After solving the first assassination target, he directly followed the clues and found the headquarters."

"Now, it is estimated that we will take all the heads of all the additional assassination targets."

Black Rakshasa also laughed.

"This time, I, a disciple of the Yama Palace, have benefited from the glory of the Seven Color Sect. Seven Kills. After this competition is over, I will definitely come to the door in person with good wine. Let's have a drink."

The leader of Seven Kills: "Well, it just so happens that I seldom drink alcohol recently. Black Rakshasa, I have been looking forward to your secret ginseng wine for a long time."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to know this. Don't worry, I still have a tank there. I'll give you a few bottles later."

Black Rakshasa waved his hand and said, very generously.

Winning rewards in this assassin competition is not important. None of the eight major assassin organizations has a valuable treasure in their hands.

Treasures are not important, the most important thing is face.

When one's cultivation reaches this level, everything becomes indifferent.

Money, reputation, etc. are all external things.

But face is the only thing that cannot be given up.

As the saying goes, a person's real death is not physical death, but social death.

Once face is lost, it is difficult to get it back.

"Tch, you know it's forbidden to make any noise in public places."

David Stephen curled his lips and said.

The two of them didn't use spiritual energy to communicate at all just now, they all expressed their feelings openly and openly.

Really, really no quality at all.

The faces of the other five leaders were more or less dark.

But their eyes are still on the screen, begging for a miracle in the next second to make themselves feel proud.

Within the country.

The Lamborghini sports car is very fast, and there are not many cars on the road. It takes about fifteen minutes to reach the destination.

Pull out the key, get out of the car, and close the door, all in one go.

Yang Lin looked around.

It is surrounded by residential areas with tall buildings.

There is a park surrounding the center of the community building, which is a golf course to be precise.

There is a three-meter-high iron fence outside the golf course.

Behind the iron fence, there are rows of dense trees forming a green wall. All you can see through the fence is patches of green leaves.

If you want to enter, you can only go through the electric gate at the gate.

Yang Lin and Heihun walked side by side to the gate.

When Yang Lin saw this gate, he recalled the school gate in junior high school.

The kind of security guard that presses a button and automatically rolls its wheels to open the door horizontally.

"This guest is very sorry. The stadium is reserved today. If you want to enter, you can only show your invitation letter."

Outside the door, the young lady standing there stepped forward and said to Yang Lin and the others.

Yang Lin gave Black Soul a look.

Black Soul turned his right hand and took out the invitation card found in the sports car and handed it over.

This invitation card is placed with the envelope.

There are only landscapes and animals on it, no text.

It can also be regarded as a more special invitation letter.

The young lady took the invitation, turned around and trotted back to the security room, as if to check it.

Yang Lin was not in a hurry, just waiting with his arms folded.

After a while.

The young lady trotted out of the security room, and the electric door behind her slowly opened.

She smiled professionally and made a "please" gesture.

"You two, please come in."

"let's go."

Not far after entering, a young man with a slicked back hair came out.

He smiled and said:

"Hello sir, this is still 1.5 kilometers away from the golf course. Get in my car and I will take you there."

Generally, you can give a lot of tips. These caddies are rushing to drive and see off customers.

Black Soul waved his hand and said: "No, we can just walk there. We just finished eating."

Seeing the two politely refusing, the young man could not say anything.

"Then I wish you both a good time and a good hole in the hole."

There is also a glimmer of hope for a tip.

However, Yang Lin ignored him and turned around to leave.

The fellow caddies standing behind the road seemed to have seen a joke, and couldn't help but smile on their handsome faces.

"You deserve to be embarrassed if I let you rob me."

...

Both Yang and Lin are on the way.

There are no trees on both sides of the road, and everything you see is lush green grass.

The reason why the two of them did not choose to take a car was because it would easily attract attention.

The young lady outside the door said that this place was booked.

No need to think about who the person who booked the venue was, it was definitely related to the one hundred and twenty assassination targets.

Riding over to attract attention, it was discovered that the two of them were outsiders.

That would be like alerting a snake in the grass. A swarm of swarms would be unable to destroy all targets present at once.

"The information on the invitation says that everyone should come before 11 noon."

"It's just nine o'clock now, Yang Lin, do you know how to disguise yourself?"

"Disguise?"

Yang Lin shook his head slightly, "No."

At this time, a voice came from behind.

"Hi there, we just got here, are you here too?"

Hearing this, Yang Lin and the two men immediately stood on the spot, frowning.

The two of them turned around at the same time and looked at the two women sitting in the electric golf cart.

Yang Lin put his hands behind his back.

Pulling his middle finger, a silver-white sword blade with a faint cold light poked out from the cuff.