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"As early as a few years ago, I sent people close to the executive officer of the eleventh district, and used the beauty to make the executive contract some bad diseases. The medical conditions in the eleventh district below can't be completely cured, although ten The rules of District [-] were originally based on the beliefs of a traditional believer hundreds of years ago, but after so many years, the beliefs of the executive's family are not as... stubborn as their ancestors."

Looking up at the elegant and luxurious man sitting across from him like an aristocratic gentleman, He Hongxue put a letter with red ink on the table.

"All in all, the relationship between the executive officer of the Eleventh District and the Almighty Church is not as bad as the outside world thinks," He Hongxue slowly spit out the words in a calm tone, with a nonchalant expression, it seemed that he was fully sure about the Eleventh District. He lightly flicked the ash of his cigar, "But the religious leader of District [-] is very sensitive and resistant to trying to introduce outside technology into District [-]. If he can keep his mouth shut forever, it will be better for me to control District [-]." It's going to be a lot easier."

He Hongxue glanced at Mingchen, who was not looking at him, but picked up the envelope on the table and opened it with a knife, and took out the information contained in the envelope.

Mingchen briefly glanced at the portrait of the religious leader on the letter paper, almost forgetting that there is no camera or video camera in this place.

"You want me to kill him for you?"

"Correct."

"In the eleventh district, you have much more power than me. Since you can hook up even the executive officer, why don't you do it yourself?" Ming Chen gently pinched the letter paper with his slender white fingers, and Ming Chen delivered the letter paper to the candlestick beside him. Above, the red flame greedily devoured the letter paper and quickly turned it into pieces of pitch-black powder.

Ming Chen took out a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his stained fingers. The soft candlelight reflected his five tubes with sharp outlines. Sitting here, he could attract everyone's attention even if he did nothing.

Like a cluster of bright flames, it can reduce everything to ashes.

He Hongxue took a deep puff of his cigar, and slowly moved his eyes away from Mingchen. He exhaled a puff of smoke: "The commander lives in seclusion, and he is protected by a team of dead soldiers who have been trained since childhood. If I could get rid of him, I would have done so a long time ago." , but the fact is that no one can easily approach him, not even the executive officer of the eleventh district."

"A tricky object." A light flashed across Ming Chen's eyes. Regardless of various reasons, the man who was dubbed the "King of Agents" was arrogant in his bones, and as a master assassin, sometimes a difficult The object of the task will also pique his interest.

"If it wasn't for a difficult object, I wouldn't personally find you to make a deal."

Talking about business but not love, He Hongxue found that this is the best way to get close to the man in front of him. Ming Chen may be a man who is good at using other people's emotions, but judging from their contact during this period of time, Ming Chen himself does not like to talk about feelings. people.

Talking about feelings is too complicated, it is better to talk about transactions simply and directly.

But it's just such a ruthless agent who doesn't seem to fall in love with anyone other than himself at all, and obviously has a certain kind of feeling for a certain person, no matter how deep or deep the feeling is, it is a kind of modern people's feeling to have feelings. Surprised phenomenon.

"Altaïr was not buried in the ground after his death. His tomb is fake, and the ashes in the tomb are also fake. You who are so vigilant and careful should already know that." After a pause, He Hongxue looked at Mingchen's face. Every expression, said, "I guess you think Altaïr's body is hidden in the palace, and I think you have searched the palace too."

It was really guessed by He Hongxue, a smart man.

"You know a lot, He Hongxue." Ming Chen said coldly.

"The royal family can send spies to the He family to be their hostesses, and the He family can also bury their eyeliner beside the royal nobles. In fact, the Altaïr you are looking for is not in the palace or in the first district. This... brother or child should have certain feelings. According to the information I have collected during this period, Altaïr's body was placed in another tomb, a frozen... that can let Artest In the frozen tomb where your body won't decay."

Frozen tomb?

Fingers gently caressed his lower lip, Ming Chen raised his eyes and said, "District [-]?"

He Hongxue suddenly smiled and clapped his hands.

"clever."

"Altaïr's mother is from the [-]th district. He also stayed in the [-]th district for a while when he was a child. After his death, he has a reason to be placed in the [-]th district. Moreover, there is a famous snow mountain in the [-]th district. If there is The Frozen Tomb is a good choice," Ming Chen said.

"I assume Altaïr took you there."

Ming Chen said indifferently: "I'm not interested in private conversations, this news alone is not enough to pay me, He Hongxue."

"Okay." He Hongxue smiled helplessly, and said sternly, "Kill the religious leader for me, and the propaganda committee will give you the map of Altaïr's specific location. That snow mountain is not small."

"He Wenxuan?" Ming Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, he turned his head and looked towards the door of the room, where a young man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses stood and looked at him.

He Hongxue looked at Ming Chen's side face, and said calmly, "He will assist you in carrying out this mission."

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"We are not the only ones who want to kill the religious leader in District [-]. Countless people want to take his head, but so far none of them have succeeded..."

A map was laid out on the desk. He Wenxuan explained to Mingchen in detail the place where the religious leader usually resides, as well as the organs and guards everywhere. The candle was half burned, and white wax tears were piled up on the candlestick of the bank. , one asks a question, and two exchange information and opinions.

No embarrassment, no more nonsense.

"When do you plan to act?" Taking off his glasses, He Wenxuan pinched the center of his brows lightly, and from time to time cast a sizing look at another man with a focused expression.

Mingchen is still slowly digesting a series of information conveyed by He Wenxuan. Looking at the map, he doesn't know what he is thinking, his expression is focused and serious. He Wenxuan's eyes fall on Mingchen's clothes. The suit was still neat and tidy, with almost no wrinkles.

You can feel his charm, his presence, and the invisible coercion and danger.

Mingchen always drives away all the people who try to get close to him invisibly.

Even if you have already possessed him and got him, your heart will only become flustered and restless. He is so beautiful, but you can't really get his response.

"When are you going to stare at me?"

Turning his head to look at the glasses He Wenxuan put aside, Mingchen squeezed the legs of the glasses and picked them up to put them on the bridge of his straight nose. Through the lenses with a little prescription, he saw that He Wenxuan was still staring at him The line of sight is like a fire hidden in the water, bright and hot, but it will not burn you because of it.

"Why can't good-looking people take a closer look?" He Wenxuan smiled politely and harmlessly, and he quickly changed the subject, "Do you want to have a drink?"

Very rudely rejected the other party's invitation: "No, thank you."

He Wenxuan didn't force too much, and left Ming Chen's room after saying good night.

He gently closed the door, and at the moment when he closed the door completely, he was still staring at the man standing motionless in front of the desk.

Mingchen, who works hard, has a special charm, but the seriousness and focus of the other party are for another man.

He Wenxuan met He Hongxue at the stairs.

He Hongxue held a silver candlestick in his hand, and the first sentence he spoke was: "You don't mind if I arrange you to perform missions with Ming Chen?"

"No, I am very grateful that you are willing to let me stay with him." He Wenxuan stopped in his tracks, did not continue to move forward, and had no intention of getting closer to He Hongxue.

"It's almost time to let go, Wenxuan."

He Wenxuan smiled faintly, but did not respond.

He Hongxue continued: "You should know Ming Chen's current identity and what he is going to do now, and you should be more aware of the status and importance of his mentor Altaïr in his heart. Ming Chen is a proud and egotistical man. Thinking about the things we did to him before, it is the greatest mercy that he didn't kill us, do you still expect him to fall in love with any of us?"

He Hongxue accentuated his tone, a little helpless, but every word he said was true: "He is Mingchen, the king of secret agents Tyrell, a man who is used to being alone and doesn't believe in feelings, not a man who will be bound by love and love. I am very worried about you, Wenxuan."

"Thank you, it's just that I'm not a child anymore, I have my own thoughts, and I'm very clear about what I've done," He Wenxuan said with a smile, "Don't worry, I know how to do it. After so many years, I have never let anyone Have you ever been disappointed? I always take care of everything you give me, and this time will be the same."

"I will assist Mingchen to complete the task."

That's all.

"I haven't been able to contact Wen Han recently. If you have time, you can find out where that guy is." He Wenxuan nodded to He Hongxue, "I'm going to rest first, and you should also rest earlier."

After saying that, he turned and left.

He Hongxue glanced in the direction of Mingchen's room, and murmured to himself: "You have successfully separated the three of us brothers." This kind of revenge is more serious than massacre.