Ultimate Assassin System

The mahogany door of the chief of police’s office is still there. After all, they are all nobles and well-bred people, and they still can’t do things like kicking other people’s doors...Of course, if you can restrain yourself a little bit, it will be even more difficult. Aristocratic demeanor... the short and fat Chief of Police thought as he took out his silk scarf.

In broad daylight, the God of Light is above. Assassins dare to commit crimes under the watchful eyes of everyone. What use is there for your security hall!

Yes Yes……

My son has been dead for a day, and the murderer hasn't been caught yet. Can you, chief of security, still do it!

This matter has been investigated, it has been investigated...

Investigation? My son's body is cold, and you told me that you are still investigating? Let me tell you, if you don't give me an explanation today, when the Police Department applies for funding next year, don't blame me for voting against it.

Yes, yes... The Chief of Police kept wiping the saliva off his face with a silk scarf, repeatedly answering... the one who killed your son was Ghost Face, the number one assassin who has been active in Laiyan City for more than ten years. If I can explain this to you, am I still here listening to your abuse? I have long been transferred to Bran City to get promoted and make a fortune...

Of course, the Chief of Police can only think about these words in his heart. Although he is an administrator of Bran, he does not have a title. So when he met nobles, such as the Viscount Derk in front of him, he could only keep pretending to be his grandson.

And Viscount Delk looked at the submissive but powerless chief of security in front of him, and he was even more angry. Of course, he also has reason to be angry, anyone whose son is assassinated and killed will be angry. What's more, he is still the eldest son.

Derk's heart is bleeding. Vincent is not only the eldest son of the family inheritance, but also an opportunity for the family to revitalize. A magician, God of Light, a real magician. As long as Vincent marries this magician, if nothing else happens, the title of their family can definitely rise to earl within two or three generations.

But now, everything was ruined by that damned assassin. What should we do now, let the second son pursue Josiah again? This is not nonsense, even if their family agrees, the Chloe family can't afford to lose that face.

boom!

At this moment, the mahogany door of the chief of security's office was slammed open.

The Chief of Security only felt a pain in his heart, and he was about to jump up and curse. But when he saw the person coming, he immediately deflated like a deflated ball, and greeted with a forced smile: Hey, isn't this the respected Viscount Clark, what wind brought you here.

What wind? So you don't know? Viscount Clark erupted in anger. He stretched his neck and roared, My son was assassinated on the street next to your security hall. Your guard The chief doesn’t even know? Can you still be the chief of security?”

Well……

A lot of money is used to support you winebags every year?

Yes, yes..., the chief of security resisted the urge to wipe the saliva off his face, and habitually turned on the grandson mode.

Then is your son dead?

No.

'oh……

Hey, isn't this Viscount Delk? Hearing the question, Viscount Clark saw that there was still someone standing in the office, and immediately shifted his firepower, mockingly said: What's the matter, you heard that my son is not dead? It seems very disappointing...

Well, it's really a pity. Viscount Derk said expressionlessly.

Viscount Clark pointed angrily: Bah, you despicable villain. As soon as I guessed, I knew it was the assassin you hired...

An unnatural look flashed across Viscount Derk's face, and he immediately cursed loudly: You bastard, this is the Police Department, you have to talk about evidence... and my son was assassinated, did you pay for the murder? How dare you run in front of me and shout Stop the thief.

Less blood spitting...

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Well, these two quarreled. The Chief of Police's head got bigger, and he hurried up to try to persuade him to fight. In the end, he happened to be sandwiched between the two of them, and after a while of drooling, he was quickly defeated.

Come on, if you like to quarrel, go, I won't serve you anymore... The Chief of Security closed the door, pulled up a chair and sat on the sidelines to watch the excitement.

But he didn't sit for a few minutes, he suddenly jumped up in a hurry and rushed between the two of them to block.

It turned out that this Viscount Clark was getting older, and his temper was not as strong as that of the upright and mature Viscount Delk, and he was gradually losing the wind in the scolding battle. In the end, the old face became even more red from holding back, and he almost vomited blood. So in a fit of anger, he threw the white gloves on Viscount Derk's face and demanded a duel.

Delk was delighted when he saw it, and it was exactly what he wanted. Hastily threw the white gloves over, and then drew his sword.

How dare the chief of security let these two duel in his office, if something happens, he will be the first to suffer.

Despicable villain, take your life!

Oh, calm down, you always calm down...

Come here, old man, come here and die!

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boom! The mahogany door that had just been closed was slammed open again.

The three people who were fighting in the room fell silent for a moment.

Damn it, who the hell is it... The head of the police chief, who was in a state of desperation, was between the two viscounts. His sight was blocked for a moment, and when he heard the beloved mahogany door being slammed open again, he cursed furiously.

Bastard, you dare to scold me, how brave you are. After the visitor knocked open the door, he was taken aback when he saw the scene in the room. But after being scolded, he immediately became angry, and went straight to pointing at the chief of the police's nose and roaring.

Uh, this...isn't this the respected Viscount Charles? You must have heard it wrong. How dare I scold you. I'm scolding myself, haha! explained.

Seeing that Charles' face was pale, the Chief of Police hurriedly changed the subject: What are you here for?

Unexpectedly, it would be better if he didn't ask, this question immediately made Viscount Charles' face darken again: You still have the guts to ask me? My son was assassinated as soon as he left the house today. How do you usually work in the security department? ? Can you still be the Chief of Police...

...

The chief of the police department is about to cry, but he has lost his position three times in this short period of time...

Then is your son dead?

Injured, not dead... Hey, it's you bastard. Tell me, did you send this assassin? Viscount Charles immediately became angry when he saw Viscount Delk, and his voice immediately raised an octave.

Fuck, is my son Vincent the assassination bounty you paid at the Thieves Guild?

When Viscount Clark saw a new force, he immediately regained his spirits: It is definitely this despicable guy. My son was assassinated just now. Why do you think other people are not assassinated, but our two families? Isn't this obvious... ... We usually have the most hatred against him.

Okay Derk, I am now officially notifying you as the patriarch that my Charles family has declared war on the Derk family.

I also inform you as the patriarch that my Clark family has declared war on the Derk family.

Seeing that the two families had declared war, Viscount Delk had no fear on his face: Well done, as the patriarch, I officially announce that the Delk family accepts your declaration of war. Let's wait and see, huh!

After speaking, with a bang, Viscount Derk slammed the door and left.

Bang, bang...

Viscount Clark and Viscount Charles also slammed the door out one after another, their voices getting louder and louder, as if they wanted to start from here and suppress each other.

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The Chief of Police, who had been forgotten by the three, stood aside in a daze. Those loud noises seemed to knock on his heart.

Damn it! Damn, are you polite? I don't know if you knock on the door before you enter. I didn't take etiquette class when I was a child, and you still slam the door? You bastard...

The chunky police chief was completely ignited like a powder keg, and there was a burst of cursing in the office.

Huchi...huchi...by the way, what did they say at the end...

The chief of the security department suddenly changed his expression drastically, jumped up three feet from the spot, and slammed the door open with a bang: All cavalry teams are called to gather urgently and stand by at the headquarters...

boom!

The Chief of Security and the office staff outside stared blankly at the mahogany door that suddenly collapsed, speechless for a while. The poor mahogany door finally couldn't support it after repeated destruction, and it was destroyed in the hands of the director.

Scared, what's wrong with you, Director...

Come on, the director has fainted...

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