"The name is unclear. The level of the superpower is not low. It is predicted to be around C level. The official advice is to kill if you can. Although the opponent is injured, it is difficult to capture him alive because of the superpower. I guess the high probability is

People in the gray area.”

After Gongquan finished playing all the pictures and images of the damage caused by the opponent's abilities, he removed the projection.

"What did you commit?"

Langren asked.

"The assassination of the royal leader and the ambassador was unsuccessful. It should have been the work of the radicals, but there is no evidence."

Oops, sowing discord between the two races, no wonder the officials show no mercy at all.

Langren nodded, patted the group badge on his chest, took Lin Tuming's schedule for today, and left the bar after repeated instructions from the group leader.

It was obvious that other staff members had also received the news, and the expressions of those who went out were no longer as relaxed as before.

Langren also learned later that the so-called black hands were actually the hands placed under the table by the authorities, specializing in dealing with matters that were difficult to deal with on the surface.

But it's not all about dealing with these books. Generally speaking, it's more like a civil order-keeping organization, occasionally doing some dirty work, and most of the time acting as a city security guard.

"Assassination..." Langren carried the knife case on his back, looked at the civil request in his hand, roughly planned a route, and put the paper away.

Civil requests are when ordinary people encounter some difficulties and apply for assistance from such organizations in charge of the area. Because the door-to-door service is fast and efficient, such groups are actually quite busy.

To put it bluntly, he is a tool man!

Langren also complained harshly at the beginning that this was not the same organization as the mafia he knew.

He obviously thought he was just going to be a gangster collecting protection money, but who knew that after he got in, he would become a practical tool for the general public.

Although I don’t hate it either.

Because Langren was very good at fighting in the test when he joined the group, he was basically assigned to help with fighting, so he was actually the most idle person in the group.

After visiting all morning, at noon, Langren was sitting in a noodle shop.

He often comes to this noodle shop, so he is familiar with the proprietress, who often gives him eggs to eat.

"Are there any conflicts today? Xiao Lang, you have to educate them well. It's okay to fight often."

The landlady is an elderly aunt. She knows that Langren is working while carrying a wooden box, so she will occasionally chatter.

"Auntie, I'm just filling in for you today. I have nothing to do myself. Don't worry."

Langren took the noodle bowl with both hands, thanked him, and started his lunch.

"By the way, have you received the application from Aunt Ping upstairs? Her small letters are missing."

Langren knew about Aunt Ping and Little Alphabet. Aunt Ping often brought a big cat to the noodle shop to eat noodles because her children did not come home all year round. He had a good relationship with the proprietress.

This big cat is not an ordinary cat. Because it has experienced the end of the world, the surviving animals are more or less animals with some genetic mutations. This letter is a continuation of one of them, because it has four eyes and a high IQ.

, the size is the size of a medium-sized dog that once existed on Earth.

"Ah? Isn't her cat very smart? I remember you said last time that it understands human speech and can help Aunt Ping go shopping?"

"Yes, that's why I'm worried about getting lost. There's no way such a smart little guy could get lost. He must have been locked up by some bad guy."

Langren nodded and thought about the events that he had to visit in the afternoon.

"Then I'll go up and have a look after eating. But I'm not very good at finding animals, so I might have to let someone else come tomorrow."

...

Langren left Aunt Ping's house with an apology on his face, thinking that he was really not good at these things, so he had to let professionals do it.

After settling the last neighbor dispute, Langren was walking in the alley, holding a lollipop given by a child in his mouth, and was considering whether to visit Luo Zeyue in a few days.

Then a somewhat familiar figure jumped out of the corner of his eye.

Climb the wall?

Langren stepped a little further and climbed directly onto the two-meter-high wall.

Looking at the tabby cat that had run away, Langren squinted his eyes and wondered why Aunt Ping's big cat and letters were in an abandoned alley five kilometers away from home.

But it is obvious that its freedom has not been restricted. Langren has teased this big cat. In a sense, it actually has the IQ of a teenage child. Therefore, it stands to reason that retrieving it after five kilometers is not a good idea for a high IQ.

For animals, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"There seems to be something wrong..."

Langren jumped off the fence, looked around, and then followed the big cat's traces to the place where it disappeared around the corner.

Hiding inside?

Langren looked at a dilapidated house behind the corner, and could see that there was no one inside, because the grass was growing on the three-story building. It looked like it had been burned by a fire, and there was still smoke on the windows.

There are traces of smoke, and it's pitch black.

But this area is full of unoccupied housing, so it's not too out of the ordinary.

Langren pushed open the creaking courtyard door and found that the path was blocked by weeds, so he had to trample a piece of grass with his feet to make a path bit by bit.

"letter?"

Langren looked at the door handle carefully and opened the door gently. Fortunately, it was not rusty yet.

When I pushed open the rotten door, I saw the big four-eyed cat squatting on the stairs. It was covered in dust and I didn't know how much dust was stuck on it.

So he spoke out at the door.

"Xixin, your grandma is looking for you. Let's go?"

Langren asked tentatively, but the big cat was sitting on the steps, its tail sweeping the dust left and right, but otherwise it didn't move.

Ninja Eyes!

Langren stared closely at the four eyes, clearly seeing his own reflection in the other person's pupils.

Langren smiled and took down the wooden box behind him.

"I also have the meatballs you like, do you want to try them?"

Opening it with a click, Langren picked up the long knife that he had not used for a long time and slowly pulled it out.

He jumped up suddenly and pierced the rotten wall with his knife.

The blade of the sword penetrated directly to the end as if it had been pierced into tofu.

call--

Langren held the handle with both hands and pressed down hard to split the wall. The brick structure was destroyed and the first rubble fell down.

Langren stood up and looked at the person in front of him.

"If I hadn't had some experience, I might have fallen into your trap. It would be a good idea to hide above the door."

The man touched the side of his neck with his hand, and there was blood on his finger.

He was almost directly assassinated?

"Who are you?"

He looked at Langren with some vigilance, and suddenly his eyes widened, as if he remembered something.

Langren had some bad premonitions.

"It's you! Traitor Lang Lin! You're not dead??"
Chapter completed!