Chapter 269 Fame

After a brief moment of ecstasy, Feng Xue slowly sorted out her mentality. Although the [Rules] seemed to have been completed, after all, it had only experienced one battle. Whether it was reliable or not, more battles were needed to test it.

Feng Xue thought this in her heart, looked at the next node, and couldn't help but feel happy.

Just when he was about to challenge a more advanced opponent, the new node happened to be an emergency operation.

Although there is a branch below for ordinary combat, Feng Xue didn't even think about it!

Just kidding, do you understand how reckless 27san is!

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"Brother-in-law, something is not quite right about this mission!"

After reading, Lou Shuang's voice reached his ears immediately as before, but Feng Xue was not surprised at all by her speech.

No way, who asked this node to be named [Who is the Hunter]? I remember the last time I encountered a node with the same name, I was besieged by a group of people in the Dream Solitary Brigade!

"We have both been on so many missions. If we are still unprepared, there will be a real problem!"

Although she still didn't know what the mission was this time, Feng Xue still said so. Lou Shuang nodded when he heard this, and immediately handed over his little book.

Feng Xue took it and took a look and found that it was a record of the visit. After reading it roughly, she understood that the target this time was another senior officer of the Guanshan family named Guanshan Masao.

Well, this colonel is not a joke, it is a real rank of colonel. Although in the early stages of the Qinghong War, the Hongying Army dispatched a full division of troops, even if the division commander Guan Shanping, who was also the commander-in-chief, was not counted, there were still two Brigade Commander and three Regiment Commanders of the same level.

However, because he was born in the Guanshan family, Masahiro Guanshan's voice in the military can even be ranked second, second only to the commander-in-chief Guan Shanping.

However, according to the records in Lou Shuang's notebook, the second-in-command of the Hongying Army is currently on vacation. Well, that may not be accurate. To be precise, he is performing "local pacification" work, but as far as Lou Shuang gave it Judging from the itinerary investigation, it does look like I am on vacation.

"Is the source of the intelligence accurate?"

Feng Xue carefully read through every piece of information. Although he felt that as a "plot guide", Golden Finger would not allow Lou Shuang to discover false information, but to be on the safe side, he still asked a few questions.

"I found an intelligence agent who has business dealings with my family. Although I didn't use my hometown identity, the credit should be passed. I also randomly selected a few sets of intelligence and followed it twice myself, so it should be fine."

Lou Shuang's expression was very determined, but Feng Xue still asked in detail about the groups of information she had followed and the specific investigation process.

After confirming that there was no problem, he looked up at Lou Shuang's neck again. The place where the bomb collar was originally tied was now covered by a stand-up collar sweater.

Seemingly noticing Feng Xue's gaze, Lou Shuang sighed and said:

"How much do you underestimate me? How could I accidentally hide something as eye-catching as a collar?"

"Blame me, blame me." Feng Xue nodded, then stood up and said, "Pick up the guy and get ready to go."

"Huh?" Hearing Feng Xue's sudden turn of events, Lou Shuang frowned suddenly——

"Now? Have you read the intelligence? He should be in the city hall now!"

"I know, it's just because it's the most unsuitable time for assassination right now, so it's the most suitable time!" Feng Xue squinted her eyes and let the small book rotate gently on her fingertips. Lou Shuang looked at the position where Feng Xue's fingertips were pressed against. After understanding something, he could only sigh and said:

"You're always right."

"Believe me, I will continue to fight."

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In an office in the city hall, Masao Sekyama was pacing with a dissatisfied look on his face. All the windows in the entire building had been covered by thick blackout curtains. Even under modern lamps, it was still the same as daytime, but the psychological pressure was still there. Spread slowly.

As his steps became more and more chaotic, he would take out the phone from time to time, and after answering the phone, he would curse a bit, which would relieve him a little, but it wouldn't take long before he would become irritable again.

"How much longer!"

Finally, he couldn't help but ask. After hearing his words, the man dressed as a secretary looked at his watch seriously, and then answered:

"Sir, you still need to stay at the City Hall for thirty-seven minutes. After that, we will go to the Baroste Restaurant for dinner according to the itinerary, and then go to the Municipal Concert Hall to enjoy the symphony. After that, you will have to stay in the Central Square for at least an hour. , and then you can..."

"I'm not asking about your schedule! I'm asking how long will it take for a day like this?"

Masao Sekiyama resisted the desire to roar loudly, but the secretary said calmly:

"Until those two show up."

"Don't use honorifics to those two despicable killers!" Masao Sekiyama angrily scolded, but the secretary shook his head:

"Sir, the strong should get the respect they deserve, even if they are enemies."

"But they want to kill me!"

"You want to kill them too, and we all do," the secretary said. "Belittling the enemy will not do any good. Only when a powerful enemy is defeated is a feat worthy of bragging. You should know this very well."

"..." Of course Masao Sekiyama understands what the secretary means, and he was even involved in the formulation of the plan itself, but no matter how beautiful the plan was when the plan was originally set, this kind of person who knows the danger will come, but still can't wait. The feeling you get can still cause great mental damage.

"Huh, go make me a cup of soothing herbal tea. By the way, I heard..."

Masao Sekiyama was just about to talk nonsense to relieve his tense nerves, when suddenly a sad sound of piano came to his ears.

The sound of the piano was like a deep sigh, telling some kind of irrepressible lament, and what followed was a deep melody that made people feel depressed.

Masao Sekiyama, no, all the architects who heard the sound of the piano at this time, launched their own G·I force field almost at the same time, but found that except for the mutual interference caused by nearby colleagues, there were no unnecessary changes. .

"Who is it?!" Masao Sekiyama asked angrily. The secretary immediately picked up the communication device. After a conversation, he said solemnly:

"I don't know, it's like it appeared out of thin air, and I can't find the source at all."

"It's that guy! That guy must be here! The wind-shaped mirror image has always been inseparable. It's the wind-shaped one who plays the piano, and the mirror image must have sneaked in. Find it quickly!" Masao Sekiyama's G·I force field suddenly It swelled, but then collapsed suddenly the next moment.

His bloodshot eyes suddenly became clear. He narrowed his eyes and smiled like a hungry tiger:

"You are really underestimated! Inform the support team that the big fish has been baited!"