A week later, in Dunca, France, at about four o'clock in the afternoon, in a bar called "Caron", Lang Zhan, who was wearing a peaked cap on his head, a windbreaker, and a pair of black-framed flat glasses on his face, sat down in front of the bar, and gently tapped twice on the bar with his right hand and said, "Please bring me a cup of bloody agave." Eight? One in one? Wen???. (a) 8 (a) 1 Z (8) ?. (viii) C?O(viii) M"

The bartender is a big white fat man, with a shaved head, and two Chinese tattoos of "forbearance" and "caution" are tattooed on his naked hands and arms ~ exposed, which makes people impressed at a glance. Before he could speak, the bartender smiled a little more, and said with a big grin, "Sir, please wait a moment," and turned to choose a drink.

Lang Zhan glanced around, and gently spit out a string of French words in his mouth: "One decimeter country, two points of bird country, and three points of the Dark Empire." ”

It was as if the movie was suddenly taped, and the bartender's body stagnated slightly, and then he continued to choose the wine after continuing to pick up the previous action. Later, while mixing cocktails, he asked casually, "Sir's first time?" ”

Lang Zhan raised two fingers and put away his middle finger when the bartender looked over.

The bartender's eyes narrowed, and the fat on his face bloomed like a flower. Handing the prepared blood agave to Lang Zhan, he said, "For the sake of acquaintances, five euros?" ”

"No, twenty-three."

"Are you sure?" The fat on the bartender's face shook directly, his smile became even bigger, and his eyes narrowed into two slits.

"Yes!"

"Well, as you wish!"

Lang Zhan took out his wallet, took out a fifty-euro bill from it~ and handed it over, while the bartender found him a bunch of banknotes and a VIp card.

Stuffing a bunch of banknotes and VIP cards into his pocket, Lang Zhan picked up the cup of blood tequila and looked at it, put it on the table and got up to leave.

The bartender watched him leave, and when his figure disappeared from the door, he picked up the cup of blood agave, looked at it, and whispered, "How cautious!" Then he took out his phone and dialed a number. The phone was connected, and the bartender covered the microphone and said, "Someone from the 23rd cast has come to get the information, and the wizard has an accident." The face is unfamiliar, very cautious, like a veteran. ”

After leaving the bar, Lang Zhan wandered around for a while, making sure that no one was following, so he took out the VIP card and looked at it, and then took out the pile of banknotes that the bartender had given him from his pocket, and then found useful information from it—a key and a twenty-euro note with "Standard Chartered Marseille Branch 112 Safe" written on the back.

Putting the key away, quickly remembering the information on the banknote, Lang Zhan took out his cigarette and lighter, threw a cigarette into his mouth, and then lit the banknote, and lit the cigarette with the banknote.

knew Kamel's hatred for himself, so Lang Zhan had to beware that this secret level trial was a pit that Kamel dug for himself. "Rong Danwei", known as the world's most mysterious killer organization. It has set up an "S" class mission, and this boo alone is enough to cause a small earthquake in the killer world. Before leaving, Lang Zhan searched for relevant information through the Internet, but unfortunately, even though he used the archangel's authority to enter some more private~ secret websites, such as the so-called "Assassin Alliance", he still couldn't get much useful information. "It's a mule or a horse, don't you know if you pull it out for a walk?" In the end, he could only comfort himself so much, and then followed the clues and flew straight to Dunka.

Since he realized that this task might be a pit, Lang Zhan had to work hard to deal with it. After arriving in Marseille, he did not immediately go to Standard Chartered Bank to collect the contents of the safe, but rented a nearby hotel with a good location and decided to observe it for two days.

It is not difficult to judge from the call made by the bartender that this secret level trial mission that Carmel gave Lang Zhan was a trap he had set up for Lang Zhan in advance. What Lang Zhan didn't know was that on the night he arrived in Dunka, a ghostly figure appeared in Marseille and hovered near the Marseille branch of Standard Chartered Bank, quietly waiting for him to appear.

It is considered to be an unintentional willow gain, Lang Zhan searched for the information of "Rong Danwei" on some private ~ secret websites through the permission of the archangel, and the really valuable information was not searched, but he accidentally entered the most mysterious underground world on the earth. The website "League of Assassins", if ordinary people go in, they will mistakenly think that this is a game website, because it mainly promotes content related to the "League of Assassins" game, including member registration and the purchase of point cards or the purchase and sale of virtual currency, items, etc. In fact, in a European server promoted by this game website, in a full-time NPC, an organization like Lang Zhan who has the password to clear the customs and pays an annual fee can often access some top-secret content that really belongs to the human underground world.

During the day, he stared at the window for a day, and there was nothing abnormal, and at night, like the previous times, Lang Zhan entered the game with a chance after washing up and dinner, and then entered a chat room through a conversation with a full-time NPC.

There aren't many people in the chat room. Well, can it be understood that the killers, assassins, and thieves in the world seem to be quite busy during this time?

Lang Zhan was staring at the screen a little bored, when a text suddenly appeared on the page of the public chat room - "Shadow Broker: 1oo gold to buy video materials related to Angel Archangel, the request must be after November 9th. ”

Lang Zhan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately became interested.

"Playboy: Shadow, why do you suddenly want the image of the angels' garbage, or the latest version? Out of the task? ”

"Shadow Broker: Playboy, Nosy."

"Playboy: Curious! Just curious! ”

After that, two more people joined in, and through their chat, Lang Zhan was already convinced that this so-called "shadow broker" was at least a core person related to it, if not the helper invited by Kamel. Lying on the bed~, quietly watching the text scrolling on the computer screen, Lang Zhan suddenly had an idea.

The next day, for two hundred euros and a little bit of a tongue, Lang Zhan asked a waiter at the hotel to help him go to the bank to pick up the contents of the safe, while he himself stood in a shop opposite, watching quietly through the window. A quarter of an hour later, when the waiter appeared at the door looking for him, Lang Zhan was hesitating whether to show up immediately, when a gunshot rang out, and the waiter was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground before he could react. Lang Zhan's heart tightened suddenly, because he didn't know if he would have been able to dodge this shot if it had been him just now. The waiter's right hand was holding a metal box, but after the person fell to the ground, the box was immediately knocked off. Seeing that the box fell about a meter away from the waiter, Lang Zhan hesitated, reached into his arms with his right hand and took out a pistol, opened the safety wrench~ to fire the gun, and then inserted ~ into his pocket and rushed out of the store.

There weren't many people on the street at this time, and when gunshots rang out, people who were coming this way immediately turned around and ran back, and some people took out their mobile phones to make calls while running. Inside the bank, two guards rushed out, and they saw the waiter lying in a pool of blood, one yelling inward for an ambulance, and the other cautiously looking left and right with a pistol. After Lang Zhan went out, he didn't walk towards the waiter and the box beside him, but rushed directly to the place where the gun rang out. Unfortunately, when he rushed to the place where the shots rang out, he only saw the back hem of a trench coat in the corner in front of him. The gunman was very experienced, and his target may have been Lang Zhan, or perhaps the person who obtained the box, and after the killing, he left the scene without any confirmation.

The inside of the box should be the "S" level task content of the "Rong Dan Wei" cloth, so Lang Zhan must get it. But what if there's more than one killer lurking? The afterglow of his eyes swept over, and now a guard had already walked towards the waiter, Lang Zhan took a deep breath and spit it out, turned around quickly, and walked quickly towards the waiter.

"What are you going to do, sir?" The guard who was closer to the waiter asked, the gun in his hand meant to be raised. The two guards actually saw the gunman after rushing out of the bank, but they knew how to protect themselves, and watched the gunman slip away without saying anything, but pretending to be trying to find him.

Lang Zhan turned his head and glanced at the guard coldly, which made the latter subconsciously shudder and unconsciously took two steps back. And by the time he came back to his senses, Lang Zhan had already picked up the box, turned around and strode away.

When he first arrived at Angel Island, Lang Zhan would never use the waiter to help him get the box, but now, especially after experiencing Carmel's "dreamland" test, what he didn't know was that the blood flowing in his veins was getting colder and colder, and his heart was becoming harder and harder because of it. In his opinion, the waiter's death was nothing more than the other party's covetousness of his two hundred euros. Well, although this retribution is a bit excessive.

Lang Zhan did not return to the hotel, and when he checked in at the hotel, he used the ******** he had bought in Dunka. Behind him, when the siren and the "beep" of the ambulance sounded, he came to a café, and after ordering a cup of coffee, he seemed to read the newspaper leisurely.

Under the cover of the newspaper, blocking the mobile phone between the box and himself, Lang Zhan carefully opened the box. The box has no mechanism, but a piece of printer paper with a web address and an account name and password. "The current killer group is becoming more and more proficient in the use of the Internet," Lang Zhan thought sarcastically at the corner of his mouth, then looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he directly took out his tablet. The URL is an IP domain name of an online game, and the same is true for the account and password, log in 6 and enter, and now there is a private ~ secret message in the account, open, and such words and symbols appear: Caseliseta IV of Richalia - x, Aisen Hospital.

Frowning and pulling the corners of his mouth slightly, Lang Zhan closed the game page and went to the search page, first typed Eisen Hospital, after consulting the relevant information, and then typed Cassellisseta IV, and then, his two brows frowned together.

The difficulty of the "S" level task of "Rongdan Micro" cloth is naturally not low. To Lang Zhan's surprise, the target person, Caselliseta IV, was actually the head of a famous old mafia family in Richalia. Such a mission, not to mention a rookie like Lang Zhan who can't be called a killer at all, even those veteran assassins who have a good reputation in the underground world, presumably don't dare to start easily. "Kamel!" The name burst out of his chest, and Lang Zhan truly realized what it means to be ruthless and vicious.