?? "Wentai, I will go back to Jizhou tomorrow, so you can stay in Luoyang City." Lu Zhi said.

"But, Lu Zhonglang, it's useless for me to stay in Luoyang City." Sun Jian, who stood down, replied, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He did not want to stay in Luoyang City. Luoyang City was prosperous, and there was no war at all. There would be no danger of life, and there were still many opportunities. But that opportunity did not belong to people like him. People like him, fame and fortune are immediately taken, and the level of promotion is also on the battlefield.

In Luoyang City, Sun Jian really didn't know what to do. Even famous scholars and important officials like Lu Zhonglang could not gain a stable foothold in the court, let alone a small shrimp like him. Confused, Sun Jian felt confused, and he had no idea why Lu Zhi wanted to keep him.

No matter how much confusion is in his heart, it will certainly not change the final result. He will still obey orders. A soldier only needs to obey orders.

"Now, Luoyang City is very chaotic, and the contradictions are likely to break out and turn into chaos." Lu Zhi explained, with some loneliness in his eyes.

This time he returned to Beijing, he did not get the desired result, and even the emperor could not see the side of the emperor. Now he could tell the difference in the situation in Luoyang City, especially Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, who also expressed this concern to him.

Lu Zhi wanted to stay again, but he had to go back to Jizhou to preside over the war, otherwise he would not be able to explain anything. He should have killed the remnants of the Yellow Turban in Jizhou, but still stayed in Luoyang City. Therefore, he planned to bring half of the guards to Beijing this time and handed over to commander Sun Jian, so that he could stay in Luoyang City for himself and obey Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun's orders.

Sun Jian was stunned and quickly asked, "What chaos? Luoyang City is not chaotic. The city is in order, and there seems to be nothing abnormal."

Lu Zhi laughed, looked at Sun Jian, and shook his head. Sun Wentai was brave and very good at commanding the army, but sometimes he couldn't see through the overall situation. Of course, this cannot be said that Sun Jian was like this. It was just that because he was standing and did not have enough information to detect the current changes in Luoyang City.

When he first entered Luoyang City, he could not understand the situation in Luoyang City. Only after communicating with Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, can he see the current problem clearly. Now, there is indeed a sudden change in Luoyang City. The inspiration lies in the emperor. As long as the emperor dies, the two forces that seem to have no action will begin to collide violently.

"Just stay." Lu Zhi said, sighing, and continued, "Don't you want to protect the Han Dynasty? Then stay here and use the knife in your hand to protect the Han Dynasty and the Pure Land in your heart."

"Yes!" Sun Jian said solemnly, holding his fists.

"Selling sesame cakes, selling sesame cakes." A man was hawking at the corner of the street outside Fengxu Mansion.

He wore a sweat towel on his shoulder, and from time to time, he wiped the sweat beads from his forehead with a sweat towel. This sweat towel had changed color due to long-term use and looked very dirty. However, the stall owner of the Shaobian stall did not mind at all.

How can a small business like him have so many concerns? In this kind of weather, it is good to have such a sweat towel to wipe the sweat while the sun is exposed to the sun, so you can't be picky anymore.

When he put down his sweat towel, two palm prints were left on his head, which were greasy. He looked at every pedestrian passing by on the street, which was extremely brilliant.

"Selling sesame cakes, selling sesame cakes." He continued to shout, his voice loud.

"Boss, come a Shaobing." A guest was infected by the smile and came to the Shaobing stall.

"Haolah." Hearing, the man began to skillfully make pancakes for the guests. His pancakes were made and sold on time, so that the guests could eat hot, and it was not difficult for them.

"Lai Lai, your Shaobing." He wrapped the Shaobing, handed it out, and took the companion brought by the guest with his other hand. The stall owner showed a hard-working but satisfied smile on his face.

These manifestations, including the last smile, made him no different from other stall-setting businessmen on the street. I don’t know how many such people are in this street and in the entire Luoyang City. He just hangs out here, no one can find out, and no one can find the difference between him and others, because he is simply the one who has no distinction among countless people.

No one would have thought that he would be a killer, the killer in the killer building.

How can a killer make a sauce? In the eyes of others, he will think that this is impossible. A killer who kills people is used to kill people, so how can he be used to make a sauce?

Ye Yin took it for granted that a killer also had his own life. He was also an ordinary person when he was not without commissions or killing people. Of course, Ye Yin didn't want to be a seller of cakes, but he did it very seriously, vividly, and was like a commoner at the bottom of the market.

He raised his head, took a breath, grabbed the sweat towel with his very natural hand, and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. He glanced at Feng Xu's mansion, glanced gently, and took back the scenery in the street behind him.

"Selling sesame cakes, selling sesame cakes." Ye Yin shouted again.

Working from the sunrise and resting from the sunset, now is his life. In this kind of life, Ye Yin has become an ordinary person, with no sharpness at all as a killer, and no murderous aura left.

He would be happy to make money and sell a lot of sesame cakes. He would also be disappointed because of the bleak business. He would also chat and spank with other stall owners in his spare time, and make an appointment to go to the winery to drink a few glasses of bad wine when closing the stall. This is Ye Yin's current life. He could only occasionally look at Feng Xu's mansion gate, proving that he had the killer entrusted him, and there was no other action.

Wait, observe, wait, and observe again. Find out all the actions of the target clearly, know his habits from his daily life, and evaluate the strength of the guards around the target and the guards. Until the last time of taking action.

Waiting is probably what Ye Yin does the most and is most skilled. He also likes fishing very much, and the reason for fishing makes him not anxious and bored while waiting, but will laugh out loud and be able to persevere.

He is Ye Yin from the Killer Tower. It is the past and the future. Now he is just the owner of a pancake stall, Ye Yin who is busy with his daily livelihood.

In Feng Xu's mansion, Feng Xu was paced back and forth in the hall, frowning.

"Feng Gong." A soldier shouted respectfully, standing next to the door of the hall.

"Come in." Feng Xu said, stopped, looked at the soldier, and asked anxiously: "How is it? Have you found the traces of those nails?"

"I found it. There are twenty-three people in total, but looking at their appearance, it is impossible to determine whether they are aliens or others."

Feng Xu's brows became deeper and the others were fine. If it were Yi Ren, it would be a little tricky. Yi Ren's method of resurrection from the dead was useless no matter how he killed them. Next time you will continue to see them jumping around in front of you.

After pondering for a while, Feng Xu ordered the soldiers: "In this way, let your subordinates continue to observe and nail these confirmed ones. Let them continue to search, and believe that there are those hidden deeper. As long as they find one by one and can be sure that they are those rats who are peeping, I will give him five taels of silver. The more you find, the more rewards you will be. There must be no fish that misses the net."

"Also, let them all be ready. As long as I give orders, I will clear all these people. Similarly, for every time one of these targets is killed, I will give the person who takes action five taels of silver."

"As for the order!" The soldier responded very loudly, with an incomparable desire in his eyes. Now there was almost a pile of silver in front of him.

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around and walked outside. Time is not wasted now, and every minute and every second are equal to money. What if he finds more?

Seeing the soldier leave, a sneer appeared on Feng Xu's face. The money he promised to pay was just a drop in a bucket, no, it was not even a drop in a bucket. As long as these people like money, they would be driven by him, which is enough.

The same should be true for others. Anyway, they knew that He Jin would never leave them alone. The rats around these mansions were probably his eyeliner.

There is no need to remove it now. When needed, Feng Xu will take action and remove as much as these eyeliners! Although there are fish that have leaked the net, as long as the speed of attack is faster and He Jin can't react, that's fine.

"Dingling." The copper bell rang. The man who was lying in front of the desk raised his head, opened the bin in front of him, took out a scroll inside, and closed the bin again. The faint sound of ziplines indicates that no information was sent in a short period of time. The man stood up and walked towards the passage behind him with the scroll.

This is the branch of the Killer Building in Luoyang City. Now this branch is ushering in the busiest and most noisy time. Fifty or sixty percent of the personnel from the major institutions in the Killer Building were mobilized together for the upcoming commissions.

Qi Sha's knuckles hit the table, and he was also waiting, waiting for the gathering of information from all over the place, waiting for the intelligence personnel from the Killer Building to collect all the entrusted targets with various means.

Knowing who to kill, what his name is, and where his home lives is just the most basic information. Of course it is impossible, just start with the target so simply because you cannot determine when he is at home, how many people there are at home, and where the room is located. All of these can affect the success or failure of a killer, and the success of the commission.

The information placed in front of Qisha is a puzzle piece. Every target, from nothing to something, the intelligence collected by the personnel in charge of the information in the Killer Building will become a piece of the puzzle piece. Collect one by one, and connect it to one by one until finally, and form the most complete appearance of the target.

Including what he likes to eat, walking or taking a carriage when going out, and which side he likes to walk when walking, and which side he is used to sitting in the carriage carriage. As trivial as it is, it is all information, but these irrelevant things can be gathered little by little and become crucial.

The easiest thing to do to kill a person is to start from his habits and use his habits to kill him.

Now, many parts have been drawn with white lines on the head of the big table in front of Qi Sha, and a person's name is written in every gap. Looking closely, it turned out that there were all the people among the ten regular attendants. There were small notes under each person's name, and small words were written on it on the note.

In the information above, even the Ten Changshi likes to eat. If the Ten Changshi saw this scene, they would be scared to death, because they had become transparent people at some point.

Qi Sha looked at these, with no expression on his face, and the iron mask covering his face could not show any emotions.

He has always been a question mark in the Killer Tower, a question mark placed in front of everyone. No one knows the true face of Qi Sha, no one sees it, and naturally he is a question mark.

The unknown is always awesome.

The Killer Tower he controls is a sophisticated killing instrument. He only needs to decide the direction of this precision instrument. All the on-the-job killers in the Killer Tower are precision parts of this instrument, which together make the instrument move.

They themselves are precision killing machines, and when these killing machines work together and the entire killer building takes action, it will be a bloody storm. Just like the current ten eunuchs, they may be able to live for a long time, but the killer building has not taken action yet.

They knew too much, so many that the ten generals themselves could not understand. It turned out that they were like this. When a person was investigated clearly by others, he not only had no secrets, but also meant that his life was also not in his own control.

How many lives do the Killer Tower control? How many lives and deaths determine how many people they live and die? I don’t know about Qi Sha, and the killers below don’t know about it. No one has ever calculated how many people they killed, even if not many, it will soon become more numerous.

Next to him, someone sent new information. Qi Sha just took a simple look and placed him under Feng Xu's name.

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