Wells trusts his feelings. During these hours of his work, he had encountered this situation before. He knew then that the nature of the association was not only to make money, but also to act as a covert institution that screened these natural or artificially less involved surgeons.

The association has a long history, and every year it makes a lot of money from all kinds of rich and powerful people, but because of his many years of work in it, Wells has had the opportunity to attend several summary meetings of similar associations. In terms of the content of the meeting, the profit is always put at the end, and at first I thought that this was because the profit was indeed not high enough, and it could be placed later to avoid attracting the attention of the ultimate controller.

This was probably the case for the next few times, and Wells didn't care at first, except that at one of the meetings, the association's top brass was excited when they reported on their work. After that, he knew that the whole association had been rewarded handsomely because of something. As for what the reward was, Wells did not know, but because of the situation, he secretly made a small investigation of his own.

It was then that he suddenly understood that the nature of the association was similar to his own work, that they were all middlemen. The difference is that the association, as an intermediary, works for a specific person and is much larger. Not only in the Principality of Anse, but also in other surrounding countries, there are also the shadows of associations. Radiating a large area, covering dozens of countries. And the association to which I belong is just a branch of this huge structure.

And the same situation was encountered five years ago, when Wells already knew that the real purpose of the Society's existence was not to profit from these bounty hunters and mercenaries, but to analyze them in a specific and rational way through the collection of various information and some tasks, so as to achieve the purpose of strict selection.

Within the association, the task level is generally divided into five levels. The highest is the Level 0 mission. However, there is a tradition that Level 1 and Level 0 missions have always been issued only by the association's higher-ups. What their content is, and who will do it, people like Wells don't know.

So he guessed that these might be the final assessment tasks, and Wells had thought about it early on. Because of the long period of work, it is said that in the area he manages, counting the loss and movement of personnel, as well as the factors of death due to mission failure, some of the people he once tried to set high conditions to stay have indeed disappeared completely from sight without realizing it.

Wells felt that his conjecture was supported by sufficient evidence, and with the turmoil that involved the entire architecture five years ago, he believed that what had happened in the past two weeks should be a signal. Five years ago, the association was fully contracted in half a month, and the order from the top was to come in and not accept any tasks for a while. Immediately, it was a great compilation of information and intelligence, and Wells remembered that at that time, he and his other sub-divisions were called into a huge conference room in a hotel, and people they had never met came to ask some detailed questions.

At that time, some of the middle and senior members of the association that he knew were in front of those people, just as he was facing Ms. Rachel. Always keep your head down and keep your smile on the ground. It was definitely a sign of fear, and Wells, who knew it all too well.

It's just that writing these words out and handing them to Ms. Rachel doesn't seem to be evidence to help you. Go through the corresponding process in the middle, and then leave it to those high-level people to judge, these times are enough to die many times. Wells said to himself, "Why is it me?" "It's a sigh, but it's more like a complaint. This would be tantamount to asking Wells to explain something he was completely unaware of, and that all information would have to be gathered on his own, without the assistance of the corresponding personnel.

Putting down the pen, Wells walked around the small room a few times before he had to sit down. Even if there was no good way, he thought that he would have to write about it, and no matter what the outcome, it would be better than standing there hopelessly waiting for him to be hanged.

"The death of Young Master Holden is likely to have been discovered during the investigation, and after being detected by the other party, the corresponding action was carried out. As Wells finished writing this, he suddenly felt as if he had nothing left to write.

Knowing that Holden had died in the area he managed, Wells didn't want to investigate. Personnel were arranged to collect all the suspicious information in those days, and all of them were handed over to the association. But he had read those materials, and he couldn't extract anything of value at all. The traces were kept clean, and Wells believed the Society was still searching for Holden's body and the likely place where he was killed.

In vain, Wells remembered the man he had met, and felt that he must have been targeted a long time ago. It was a planned action, and with this sentence written down, Wells put down his pen, got up, sorted out a few pieces of paper, pressed them with a cup, and then lay down on the bed, and in a few moments he was fully asleep.

These days, he is really tired.

The next morning, Wells woke up from his slumber with a terrible pain in his head. After taking a hot shower in the bathroom, he calmed down, sat on the edge of the bed and waited until the symptoms were completely gone, then he changed his clothes and went to the hotel's free buffet breakfast restaurant.

In fact, there was no need to eat at all, and Wells did not feel hunger in his stomach bag at all. He just needs to do something to distract himself and he has a lot of pressure. Because he knew that escaping was completely useless, the power of the guild seemed irresistible to him, and leaving alone would only hasten his own death.

It was half past six in the morning, and it was still dark outside. There were less than a dozen people in the restaurant, and Wells fetched some food for himself, found a window seat and sat down, eating without a bite. His attention was so distracted by all sorts of things that he suddenly noticed it when another man pulled out a chair and sat across from him with a plate full of food.

With some vibrations all over his body, he immediately touched his waist with his hand and placed it on the pistol on his waist, and then looked at the opposite side. It's a young man, the first impression of Wells. The face of an ordinary person, but with an indescribable taste. When he reacted, Wells remembered that the feeling was very similar to the one five years ago.

Those who ask themselves questions in the large conference room of the hotel have an indescribable sense of oppression. Although he did not show it in any words or actions, Wells understood then that there was a gap between himself and those people that had been accumulating since birth.

Seeing this, the man sitting opposite immediately waved his hand, "Don't be like this, Mr. Wells, this is also a public place, and some things are very troublesome to deal with." It's just that the time node is almost up, and I have no choice but to come out and talk to you. ”

Wells took a deep breath, stood up immediately, and picked up his plate: "I don't know you, and we don't have anything to talk to, so you must have recognized the wrong person, sir." ”

"Are you worried that someone is watching you around you?" Seeing Wells get up, the other party also put down the utensils and said, "Mr. Wells, do you really think that the people in your association will be so relieved of you, and they won't send anyone to follow you?"

"I don't know what you mean. ”

"Surely you know why I was able to find you and have breakfast with you this morning. The man said, seeing Wells stop, nodded and motioned for Wells to sit down, as someone had already looked around, "There are a lot of words, and you will definitely be interested." ”

It took about half a minute for Wells, who stood still, to return to his seat.

"After you came out of the tavern yesterday, you were followed by three people, all of whom were good, and they should be the ones in the association who are good at this. However, soon after they came out, they slipped and fell into the underground waters, and all of them fell to their deaths. The man said, "Do you want to see the evidence? I took pictures, but I don't know if you recognize them." As he spoke, he found three photos, all of which were taken in the state of corpses.

Wells became silent as he put the photo in his pocket. Seeing this, the man spoke: "I can only see it myself, don't think about handing it over to the association." I didn't really want to deal with you until the people at the top of the guild came here. It's a complete waste of time. It's just that someone thinks you're good and likes your experience, so before I leave here, be sure to come and see if it's the same as he thinks. ”

Seeing Wells' silence, the man continued while eating his food, "You won't forget, will you? We met more than two weeks ago. ”

"Are you the middle-aged man?" Wells knew that he couldn't leave, so after a long breath, he began to think of a way, hoping to get more useful words out of the mouth of the man in front of him. Because the other party seems to be able to pinch himself to death with one hand, however, the attitude seems to be a little contemptuous, at least he feels like this.

"I'm the middle-aged man I met with you at the beginning, yes, after all, I'm outside, and I need to dress up to protect myself. But the 'boss' you call is not me. 'Boss' he isn't here right now, and why, because we estimated your strength, and probably I can do everything alone, so I don't need to drag him here because of you. We've been busy enough lately. ”

"As I said earlier, if the people above your association don't come, or the people who stay here don't act, I really don't want to deal with you. Well, it's like watching ants on the ground migrating their eggs because the rain is coming. If you're interested, take a look, and if you're not interested, it's better to walk around. You, Mr. Wells, know what I'm talking about, right?" the man stared at Wells, apparently observing the change in his expression.

The result did not disappoint him, he saw what he wanted, and he heard the answer he wanted.

"I know that the association is just a subordinate body. It's just that I don't know who it belongs to and for whom. ”