Chapter 14 Inside Story
"This organization still dares to assassinate the imperial magistrate? No one cares about this?"
Looking at the huge task list in front of him, Lin Shan didn't have time to sigh. He saw the more than twenty men in black who came with him all went to the second floor and hurriedly followed the small group.
After going up to the second floor and looking around, I found that the layout was similar to the first floor, except that there were two queues in front of the counter, and Lin Shan followed suit. I saw everyone handing out their identity tokens one by one to the registration staff in front, as if they were settling tasks.
When it was Lin Shan's turn, he handed over the token in his arms. The person registered was a young woman in her twenties, with a black mole on the tip of her nose, which was quite eye-catching.
"On the 21st of the Xin Dynasty, the collective task of robbing and killing the official bank was completed. The individual contribution was 15 points and the collective contribution was 5 points."
"The total contribution is 20 points, and the token balance is 50 points."
The black mole woman finished recording and threw the token to him before Lin Shan could digest the information.
"Next!"
……
"The mission to rob and kill official silver? So the wages of those dozen escort cars are all official silver? My dear, that must be hundreds of thousands of taels!"
Lin Shan was also secretly stunned. In the face of huge interests, the government and powerful forces joined forces to make a plan, and the escort leader Wang was sacrificed by the interests.
But when I think about it, I am a killer who participated in such a shocking case and only contributed 20 points! Is it too little?
And why is this damn fat man’s legacy only 30 points? After all, he is also a dirty master who has come into Protector Jiang's sight!
After being a killer for so many years, is this all?
Lin Shan didn't realize that he was a monk halfway. In the case of robbery and murder of Guan Yin, he was just an escape party and made no contribution at all. It would be good if he could settle the task for him.
After wandering around the second floor, he found that most of the killers went downstairs after handing over their tasks, and only a few went up to the third floor. He hesitated and followed them.
There is a big sign at the door on the third floor,
Exchange room.
Lin Shan's mind was clear at first glance. When he entered the lobby, the layout was similar to that on the first and second floors. The background board behind the counter was filled with dense redemption tables:
"1000 points of innate skills in the "Precious Yellow Book"".
"1,000 points of innate skills in "Mayfly One Line Sky"."
""Manghuang Jin" 500 acquired martial arts points"
""Giant Palm" 300 acquired martial arts points"
""Mammoth Technique" 200 points of acquired skills"
……
Lin Shan was dazzled to see that the innate skills could be redeemed. I couldn't help but be impressed by Nightingale's magnanimity. Innate skills were not passed down to other sects and should not be taught lightly unless they were passed down from the core.
But in Nightingale, no matter whether you are a monk or a newbie or an old person, contribution is king!
But Lin Shan calmed down and calculated carefully. He robbed hundreds of thousands of official silver and dispatched more than 20 killers collectively. He only gave 20 points for such a big task. Wanting to gather together to redeem the innate skills means doing this task 50 times!
Lin Shan couldn't help but shake his head. The killer danced on the tip of the knife every time. Once he accidentally died, he never recovered, just like his predecessor, the short fat man. 50 major missions involving top-notch experts, who dares to say that he escaped unscathed every time.
When he browsed down and saw the Houtian Martial Arts Giant Spirit Palm, Lin Shan recalled the scene of fighting side by side with Master Pu against Humpty Dumpty. I also roughly understood that the guy probably spent all his savings and bought an external martial arts school, so he was so poor.
"A whole three hundred points!"
Lin Shan was heartbroken and secretly scolded Humpty Dumpty for being a prodigal! You squandered the property that should have been yours!
"I have 50 points now, what can I exchange for?"
Lin Shan finally found something in the corner with a frown on his face. The only items below fifty points were some bruise medicine, gold sore medicine, and some weapons.
A steel knife actually costs 20 points!
Lin Shan suddenly remembered that when he fought Scarface, the guy couldn't bear to throw away the steel knife in his hand.
"So, Scarface only has enough time to change his knife after returning from one mission?"
The exploitative face of capitalists! Poor social animal Scarface!
Lin Shan touched his chin and thought, and suddenly realized a problem: "Damn it, I forgot about Scarface!" He quickly turned around and scanned the stairs. The halls on the first and second floors were still brightly lit, but there were all men in black wearing turbans. They were covered so tightly that it was impossible to tell who was who.
After all, the killer also has an identity in reality. Once he takes off his black clothes, we are also good citizens!
What? You mean killer? What does it have to do with me?
Lin Shan had a depressed look on his face, this was good, because due to his negligence, the scar on his face turned from bright to dark, and the two men switched their offensive and defensive positions.
I originally thought that I could use the Breaking Palm to fight with Scarface without knowing that he had innate secret skills, and the chances of winning were high, thus directly ending this trouble. But now I can only take one step at a time.
Okay, let him go for now.
……
Lin Shan took a look and saw that this "Jing'an Residence" had more than three floors, and there was one above. Wanting to give it a try, he planned to go up to the fourth floor.
Before he stepped onto the steps to the fourth floor, an elderly voice sounded in his ears.
"If you're not afraid of death, go up. The fourth floor is where Protector Jiang rests. If you go up there without my guidance, you will definitely die."
Lin Shan's raised right foot suddenly froze. He turned around and saw an old man with a gray beard sitting on the side of the exchange counter with a calm expression, looking at him with a smile.
Lin Shan hurriedly went over to say thanks, "Thank you for the tip. I wonder what your last name is?"
"Young man, you are new here. You don't understand any of these rules." The old man stroked his beard and drank tea slowly.
"My surname is Jiang, and I am in charge of the third floor. Most people call me Manager Jiang."
Lin Shan hurriedly bowed, and at the same time thought to himself that this old man seemed to be easy to talk to. He could see that he was new here, so he could ask him for some information.
"My ancestors live in Guangnan County, and I have just arrived. I hope my elders will teach me some rules."
What the killer fears most is to reveal his true identity. No one else dares to tell his origins in the Qinghe County Escort Bureau. Protector Jiang must know it, and the more than 20 colleagues who robbed the official's money together probably also know it.
But he hid his face for a few days, and when they met again, no one would know who they were unless they were identified by Humpty Dumpty's token number. But the only one who knows everyone's numbers is probably Guardian Jiang. Naturally, Guardian Jiang doesn't bother to deal with a bastard like himself.
Lin Shan still acted cautiously. After all, who knows what trouble could result from an oversight. You must be cautious when traveling in the world.
Manager Jiang didn't care whether what he said was true or not. He took a sip of tea and put it down. He just smiled at him without saying a word.
Lin Shan understood immediately and took out ten taels of silver and presented it to him.
"You can teach me!"
Manager Jiang accepted the money casually and naturally no longer hesitated to give advice. As he slowly told the story, Lin Shan gradually gained a general understanding of Nightingale, the killer organization.
The general power in the world basically rises and falls within a hundred years, but Nightingale, an ancient killer organization, has existed for eight hundred years.
The reason is very simple. This organization is like cultivating worms. The capable are promoted and the weak are demoted. Therefore, every senior executive is a person with excellent mental and martial arts skills! Coupled with the tradition of "recognizing orders but not people", there will be no dilemma of being idle, and at the same time, it will be famous in the world.
Almost all warriors who have wandered around the world know that "recognize orders but not people" and admire him greatly.
The "Jing'anju" here in Zangdao County is just a branch of Nightingale in the southwest of the Song Dynasty. There are no fewer than a dozen sub-rudders similar to this one in various places.
The headquarters is said to be located in Bianliang, Tokyo, the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty!
The helmsman at the helmsman's branch in Xianxian County is naturally an innate master, but he has been traveling all year round and has disappeared. Therefore, everything within the helm is basically controlled by Protector Jiang, a half-step innate master.
Nightingale's restrictions on killer members are not too strict. In addition to the most basic requirements of not leaking their location, there are also mission employers and the like. Ordinary members must complete at least three missions a year.
Of course, Manager Jiang also secretly revealed that if he was willing to spend money to pawn off his old man, the task was not non-negotiable.
In the end, Manager Jiang kindly gave him a little thought for the sake of the ten taels of silver. If he contributed some money, he could buy some concealed weapons for self-defense.
In this way, Lin Shan exchanged the 50 points in the token for a sleeve arrow, and walked out of "Quiet Anju" under the smiling eyes of Manager Jiang.
It was just dawn outside, and Lin Shan stood on the steps in front of the gate. The morning breeze blew his mind a little clearer, and he looked at his identity token and the sleeve arrow in his hand.
Yes, now he is a poor man again!
(End of chapter)