Seven Hundred and Thirty Eighth Wandering Ghost

In a dark corner, the man with a hoarse voice was rummaging through a stack of files full of names and resumes by the faint candlelight.

He impatiently threw some of the files he had read on the ground, as if throwing some waste paper.

He bought these from a broker at a high price, but most of the materials were nothing more than a pile of waste paper to him.

"He can't! Although this person is easy to buy, his ability is too poor! A few thousand gold coins can make him assassinate the dog emperor of Alan Hill. How can such a person do anything?" The hoarse voice finally Opening his mouth, he threw another document at his feet.

"My lord, he is not without merit! This person has a clean record and is a cleaner in a related position. He can install a bomb in the bathroom..." An old man standing opposite the man persuaded.

"Installing a bomb in the bathroom? I don't even know if he can sneak in! It's too late now, and a temporary change of position will definitely arouse suspicion..." The hoarse voice sounded again, with a hint of disdain, and he refuted .

There are many ways to kill Chris, or to assassinate the emperor of an empire, but in the end these methods must be carried out by people.

The most direct way is, of course, to bribe the people around the emperor, or find a way to hold the family members of these people hostage, so that the emperor can be attacked directly.

The rise of the Lovely Landhill Empire is too short, and the emperor Chris doesn't like to put on airs like other emperors, so there are not many people who can get close to Chris.

The retainers of the older generation have now become the great officials of the frontier, and later the emperor's close ministers are only Luther.

Counting the cooks, maids, and secretaries, there are only a hundred and ten people in total. These people don't have much contact with other people on weekdays, and their families have long been protected. Any random actions will only scare the snake.

What's more, the vassals of the emperor of the Alan Hill Empire are not so easy to buy. Any one of these people who come out randomly is like an aristocrat, and none of them seem to be short of money.

The guards don't have to worry about it, these crazy guys are not so much the lackeys of Emperor Alan Hill, it is more appropriate to say that they are the fanatics of the god Chris.

These people are willing to die for the emperor, and the training they receive is constantly strengthening this belief. So it is harder for these people to assassinate Chris than to let them commit suicide.

After thinking about it, it will be easier to do it only after Chris comes out of his palace.

But the problem still exists: In this world, there are really not many assassins who dare to attack an emperor, even fewer assassins who dare to attack His Majesty, the most powerful country in the world.

So, choosing and choosing, he can only choose the "ultimate killer" he wants among some messy people.

"But, my lord... There are not many people who can get close to the area where the dog emperor may be close. We can find only a few..." The man explained in embarrassment: "Even if these people agree, we will not Dare to use it..."

"You don't need to think about poisoning. This kind of clumsy technique will never succeed. Our best choice is to use a bomb to completely end the life of this dog emperor." The hoarse voice said: "How ironic ! Use the things he created to end his life!"

"Of course, this method is actually not very good!" After the maniacal excitement, the hoarse voice regained its sense.

He also knows that whether poisoning or bombing, in fact, for the assassination of Chris,

are very difficult.

Bombs definitely cannot be secretly installed in the core area, and if they are installed in advance, they may be discovered by security forces.

And bombs placed at long distances, no matter how powerful they are, cannot guarantee that the target will be killed.

Uncertainty, this is the most fatal flaw of the assassination operation. Once the assassination fails, the disadvantage will be irreversible.

Let alone poisoning, such a simple trick has a very low success rate in assassinating the emperor of a small country, let alone assassinating the head of a super empire like Chris.

"After thinking about it, I can only use face-to-face attack." After the hoarse voice returned to rationality, he immediately chose an assassination plan with the lowest threshold and the easiest execution.

This plan is also very simple to say, and the others who listened to him immediately understood it.

So, the man who had been submitting candidates for the assassin hastened to say: "I've also found the ones who will do it directly. The most suitable ones are on the last few pages..."

"Carrying weapons doesn't seem to work anymore. With the dog emperor attending the event, the security check will be very strict." The hoarse voice continued: "The only ones who can do it are magicians!"

In this regard, it has to be admitted that a magician has a unique advantage: a powerful magician can use magic even without relying on any weapons and equipment, and his combat effectiveness is also higher.

As long as there is a magician who is willing to carry out the assassination task, as long as he mixes into the venue of the event attended by Chris, he can cast his own magic at close range and attack Chris!

The question is, can such an attack really hurt Chris? The idiot also knows that there must be magic guards around Chris, so whether he can break through these guards becomes the key to the success of the assassination.

"I do have a candidate..." At this time, a man in the corner suddenly spoke: "This person may be the most suitable candidate we can find!"

"Oh?" The hoarse man in black was obviously taken aback, and then asked with a slightly excited voice, "Tell me, what's your plan?"

The man in the corner came forward, whispered in the man's ear for a while, and then retreated to his position.

The man with a hoarse voice obviously had a smile on his face. He nodded slightly, and said in agreement, "Not bad! If you can contact the killer you mentioned, I will give you the first credit!"

"Yes, my lord, I'll get in touch right now... This time, that dog emperor can't run away!" The man bowed slightly and replied.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Hoarse laughter rang out, and the man in black stood up and motioned his men to go get some wine from the wine cabinet: "For our victory! To control the world! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Everyone raised their wine glasses, their ferocious smiles twisted and deformed in the red wine, like a group of wandering ghosts.