0026 Chapter 1: Confessions of the Dead (Section 20)
"Each... persistence?" Anbisi muttered quietly, and then asked the old man doubtfully: "The Zhen family has its own inheritance. Although the power is more troublesome and most people in the Zhen family do not choose to come into contact with it,
But becoming a transcendent if necessary is not a taboo in their family.
Even though she was involved in the [Secret Space], I still don’t understand why Miss Zhen’s family turned to us for help. I heard that she has a marginal status in the family. Even if she gains strength by participating in our activities, won’t she be even more ostracized by the family?
What?"
"This is where you are young. Accepting one of the most important things for the family, but you have not even investigated the background truth of the relevant people," the old man criticized with a smile, and then explained: "There is no doubt that Miss Thirteen is of Zhen's generation.
The number one genius. She is much smarter, more powerful, and understands much more than you think.
Miss Thirteen's status is marginal because she refuses to take over the family affairs and participate in the fight for the heir. The old guy of the Zhen family is not a fool. He knows very well who should leave the family to him. He is deliberately putting pressure on him to want the child.
Lower your head.
After all this fell into the eyes of the second eldest son of the Zhen family who had been helped by us to kill the eldest brother, isn't it obvious why Miss Thirteen was in desperate need of her own strength and why she didn't ask the family for help?
Children, if you can't grow up quickly, I have reason to worry that the three-legged world situation will be destroyed before the end. And the key to breaking the situation may very well be related to this girl."
The old man's words seemed to hit a sore spot in the middle-aged man's heart, causing his mouth to tighten and his forehead to twitch slightly. But he used the respectful gesture of bowing his head to hide his dissatisfaction and changed the subject:
"The game has progressed to this extent. I believe that the mask underground should have been successfully obtained. It is time to send someone to receive it and send it to the game venue. After all, the Scarry family cannot default on the promised prizes, otherwise our
The purpose itself will become a breaking point for those who are interested in investigating."
The old man nodded and suddenly asked: "Who did you send?"
Anbisi Scarry clenched his fists slightly, but still stared at the ground with his eyes respectfully: "I entrusted the assassins of [Heart of Songhai]. They can find people with adequate strength, and they also have enough
Secrecy reputation. In this regard, they are much more trustworthy than those mercenary groups,"
As he said that, he quietly raised his eyes to look at the old man, and lowered his voice with a slight guilt: "Sorry, I don't feel sorry for my manpower, I just secretly think that the dangerousness of the seal underground will inevitably leave traces of the battle. If it is
When it comes to tracing, it would be better if no one can contact Scarry."
"Yes, Scarry cannot have anything to do with the [Apostle], no matter whether he is on the opposite side or on the supporting side. It is impossible for Songhai's Heart to leak any information about this matter, and it can be trusted. This time, you can do it
good.
You should prepare yourself. Someone from the Scarry family should be the one to preside over the end of this game." The old man nodded in appreciation, and Anbis raised his hand to signal the bodyguard-looking man in black standing behind the sofa to take action.
The man in black quietly left the room and walked through a futuristic metal corridor. Heavy rain poured down outside the corridor window, but the dark clouds did not block the bright full moon. It can be seen on the hills two or three kilometers away.
The mansion where the game was being played was conspicuously isolated.
When the man in black pushed the door open from the end of the corridor, there was a blazing desert outside. Looking around 360 degrees, not only was there no trace of the mansion where the game was played, but even the small town where the heavy rain and the lights in the window were intertwined were nowhere to be seen.
.
Except for a door embedded in the rock behind the man, there was only a large stretch of Gobi desert that looked distorted and red due to the overheated air, and a few scattered boulders.
The man in black cast his gaze in one direction, frowned, and then stared at the gold watch on his left wrist. When he raised his head again, he saw a line of flying sand and dust flashing out from behind a boulder not far away, rushing towards him.
Come.
Three minutes later, a stylish motorcycle that looked clearly ahead of its time hovered in front of the man. Until the rider turned over and jumped off, the motorcycle that was thrown in the air showed no intention of landing.
The rider did not wear a helmet, and only had a simple metal mask hanging diagonally on her head like a hat. From a distance, you could see her short fiery red hair and blood-red eyes that were obviously different from ordinary people. She was dressed in red.
The bright tights actually played a part of the camouflage effect in the red desert.
It's just that about 30% of the area of the tights has been damaged in various ways, revealing the bronzed muscles underneath that are difficult for ordinary women to develop. If it weren't for those scary-looking wounds, it would be enough to make most men's blood boil.
The blood dyed the originally bright red clothes into mottled brown. Many of them came from the girl's own new wounds that had not yet healed, and others clearly belonged to others.
"This is your thing," the red-haired girl said as she took out a pure gold mask from the floating motorcycle and threw it to the man in black with her bare hands.
This shocked the latter and he hurriedly took it in his arms. The red-haired girl bared her teeth and showed a hearty smile that did not fit her ferocious image: "The commission is completed, bye."
"Wait a minute," the man in black was carefully putting away his mask. When he saw the girl turning around and about to leave, he stopped and asked, "Where are the others? The plan states that twelve people will complete this task."
This question was not an impromptu question. Anbis Scarry once confessed that he personally confirmed every assassin involved in the task of retrieving the golden mask from the underground ruins. As insurance, he used his own eyes to confirm whether these people were trustworthy.
"Dead." The red-haired girl's smile became even brighter.
Died in the mechanism of the ruins? The man in black did not ask this question. Because as the actual liaison officer, he knew that Songhai Heart would not send out people who were likely to be wiped out to carry out tasks. Even if they really encountered that
With such a degree of difficulty, it is impossible to just charge his current price.
So he changed his mind and asked: "Do they want to break the contract and swallow the entrusted items privately?"
The red-haired girl got on the motorcycle and waved her hands casually. For some reason, her hearty smile suddenly became a little ferocious in the eyes of the man in black who was good at recognizing people, as if some ancient beast had opened its eyes:
"You underestimated Songhai Zhixin's professionalism. They all completed their tasks seriously, but they made fuss about the agencies in the underground palace and liked to point fingers. So... I killed them all conveniently."
After that, she twisted the handle and walked away, leaving only the man in black who wanted to call out to stop the detailed interrogation but finally did not dare to speak.
At the same time, in the mansion in the game scene, Zhen Cheng was taking out the tape from the machine in the living room and replacing it with the one taken from the drawer in the nursery. Ms. Navis was leaning against the door, paying attention to Zhen Cheng.
While operating, he stared at the big round eyes and carefully looked at the movement in the corridor.