Chapter 68 Time Flies

"That's it?"

Standing on the street, Feng Xue and other onlookers looked at the target with a card stuck in his neck and lying in a pool of blood, and they were all in a state of confusion.

He designed seven assassination plans and prepared twelve backup plans. He made sufficient preparations for a series of possibilities such as police, colleagues, and organizational tests. He even prepared five escape routes and even stole three carefully checked low-end and medium-end cars and placed them on different routes.

The result...

That's it?

Feng Xue, who was tense but didn't wait for any twists and turns, felt bored and turned back to the hotel where he was staying.

As if the news had been received, when he passed the front desk, the young and beautiful waiter lowered her voice and said:

"Mr. Feng Xue, you still have five days of free time to use. You can continue to play in this city, or arrange the return "ticket" immediately."

"Just help me arrange the return trip." Feng Xue gave the answer without thinking too much. He had visited the city once, and he had basically investigated the easy-to-detect places. As for more detailed ones, such as whether there are underground forces, black markets and the like, even if he stayed for five days, he might not be able to investigate them.

Not to mention that he still has an illiterate debuff, and can't see the words in the book at all. Staying here is just a waste of time.

Not knowing when this "strange dream" will wake up, he prefers to spend his time on self-improvement.

…

Back to the orchard base, just after getting off the plane, Feng Xue saw the teacher walking towards him. At this time, he was not as serious as before, but with a smile on his face, looking at him and nodding:

"Good performance, it doesn't feel like your first mission at all!"

As he said, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Feng Xue——

"These anonymous points are the reward for your first place in this class. You can have a good rest, but you are still a 'cannon fodder' now. You must complete at least one mission every month. If you forget, we will assign you, but with the level you have shown, I believe you can become a formal member in two years at most. Oh, by the way, the identity information sent to you before has been invalidated. It's up to you to keep it for collection or destroy it directly..."

This teacher, like before, did not give Feng Xue a chance to speak at all. After saying a long string of words in a row, he disappeared in front of him. This unnatural speed of departure must have used some kind of architecture!

Feng Xue, who was hesitant to speak, sighed, put away the anonymous points, and walked towards the library.

Although it was certain that he could not see the information in the book in the dream, he still felt that he had to give it a try--

After all, with the stingy character of this golden finger, if the library is useless, there is no need to make it specifically, right?

With this idea, Feng Xue entered the library, and then he came out.

How to say it? That's right! Look.

Because most of the information in the library is a blank slate that cannot be read, but the reason why I say most is that there is still a part that can be read, but the problem is that this part is all assassination techniques.

And Feng Xue, who has mastered the introductory knowledge of assassination techniques in all fields, can theoretically deduce the assassination techniques of any faction.

After all, assassination techniques are similar to things like anatomy and medicine. The basic knowledge is actually the vast majority of knowledge. Going further is just learning the application and expansion of these basic knowledge, and more is accumulating experience.

Of course, expert-level and master-level killers often have some unique tricks, but that kind of thing is obviously not simply placed in the library, and it is difficult to learn such skills that require continuous practice to master in just books.

"From the point of view that Joshua Johnson was born in the orchard, the orchard's strongest point should be the use of firearms. I happen to be weak in this aspect, so let's start from here."

Thinking so in his heart, Feng Xue went to school to take a month-long shooting course.

After all, in addition to talent, a lot of training is also indispensable for shooting. Without a lot of bullet consumption, it is almost impossible to become a sharpshooter.

…

The days passed one by one, and Feng Xue switched back and forth between classes and tasks. From cannon fodder to tools, and then to a killer with his own name and occasional designated tasks, his elective courses were also slowly changing.

From the initial shooting training, to the later ultra-long-range sniping, to rapid-fire aiming, and then to spending a lot of money to consult the famous teachers in the organization to learn auxiliary subjects such as firearm adjustment and bullet assembly.

His learning speed is amazing, because he already has a complete set of knowledge systems in related fields in his mind, and the guidance of the famous teachers in the organization is just to make him more efficient in transforming theory into practice, and such days have passed in the blink of an eye for four years.

Yes, blink of an eye.

Feng Xue didn't know whether it was because of his repetitive life routine that caused a distorted sense of time, or because of the particularity of this dream world itself. Although he had clearly experienced four years, he felt that everything seemed to have happened in an instant. This feeling was particularly obvious when he was sleeping, as if as long as he closed his eyes, the next moment would immediately be the next day.

And this feeling is getting more intense as time goes by. At the beginning, he can still remember his interaction with the young ladies in the entertainment street, but later, it was like a big dream in spring. In a trance, it was already the next day. What he can really remember clearly seems to be only honing skills and performing tasks.

Feng Xue, who has finished learning firearms and started to study bows, crossbows, blowguns and other techniques, gradually realized that this may mean that this node is about to end, and he studied harder.

…

Time leaped quickly. Feng Xue stood blankly in front of the mirror in the dormitory, looking at the face inside, but something seemed to suddenly break in his mind.

In this dream, he has theoretically passed twenty years. Although in his own sense of time, it is only a few months, but the growth of the body will not stop because of this.

And until this time, he finally remembered the face of the person in the mirror-

This is his cellmate!

Not the gangster predecessor in the Longchang Enlightenment Node, but the cellmate who lives opposite him in the Beehive Prison in reality and can be seen every day when eating!

"This is someone else's dream!"

Feng Xue's mind, which had been somewhat sluggish due to the strange changes in time, suddenly shook, and the mirror in front of him that reflected "his" face was suddenly covered with cracks.

As the lens collapsed, the environment around Feng Xue suddenly changed. The original single toilet in the dormitory became a public toilet with rows of urinals, and the mirror in front of him turned into a window. Outside the window, there were busy streets and pedestrians coming and going. Feng Xue glanced down and found that the hands were different from before.

"No, not different! This is me, or the hands of my predecessor!"

The moment Feng Xue realized this, a strong sense of crisis suddenly broke out. It was the intuition of death that he had accumulated in the mission for twenty years. Although the twenty years seemed to be fleeting like a dream, the countless missions and studies were deeply engraved in his memory!

"Bang!"

A trace of pain brushed across Feng Xue's cheek, who had tried his best to turn his head away, followed by a belated gunshot.

Feng Xue looked in the direction where the bullet came from. Although he couldn't see the face clearly at a distance of 500 meters, the familiar figure and movements made Feng Xue recognize the killer's identity immediately!

"That's me... No, it's the owner of this dream!"