Although the yard is not big, if you look closely, you will find that the ground and the corners of the walls are covered with traces of swords, and there are densely packed small holes punched by bullets in the corners of the walls.
No. 3 frowned and looked at the dilapidated courtyard where he had lived for more than ten years.
The yard was in a mess, as if a group of people had fought here the day before yesterday, and then someone drank too much and vomited on the ground. It was very chaotic.
There was a small table and a lounge chair in the yard near the door. There were still dishes and poured wine glasses on the table. A middle-aged man was lying on the lounge chair. He picked up the wine bottle leisurely and tilted his head up, only to find that there was something inside. empty.
The middle-aged man suddenly became angry, put it down suddenly with a bang, and then smacked his lips, swallowing saliva to relieve his hangover.
Afterwards, it was as if he had just discovered that his apprentice was back.
Angrily, he suddenly said to his apprentice: "You little bastard, you're back. The rest of them are all damn dead. Hey, I already knew that the remaining losers couldn't pass the test. Really It’s a fucking embarrassment to me!”
Hearing this, No. 3 stood silently and said nothing. He just silently looked at this instructor who had an important influence on his childhood with complicated eyes.
This instructor's code name is Han Ren. Number Three also knows that this instructor's code name is Han Ren, but does not know his real name. But No. 3 knew that this instructor was very powerful from the first moment he saw him.
No. 3 used to listen to other instructors. Instructor Hanren's face used to be as cold as ice. At first, this made the young man look cold, arrogant and handsome. However, when his face became paler and the lines on his face gradually became clearer, the middle-aged man looked murderous, as if he would kill someone at any time because of a disagreement.
From then on, he deliberately created a smiling face to cover up his ruthless true face.
How could a person who made others wary and cautious when they first met become a killer? This is the reason for instructor Hanren's "face change".
Twenty years of time passed by, and this fake smile had completely solidified on his face, as if fused with his skin and muscles.
After a long time, everyone gradually accepted his appearance and forgot his previous appearance.
In fact, if you look closely, you will find that behind the smiling mask, his hostility and anger are getting stronger and stronger, and there are occasional flashes of light in his eyes, which is a murderous aura that shows signs of being out of control.
Every year when assassin apprentices are selected for training, on the surface it is the instructors who select the apprentices, but secretly, the apprentices also choose the instructors.
At that time, the young No. 3 had discovered another unusual side of Instructor Han Dao.
After discovering this, he secretly rejoiced and decisively chose Instructor Hanren as his master. After that, he began ten years of hard training, all in order to survive and become a member of the "Black Dragon Group". A qualified killer.
"Is your throat blocked from eating shit? Why don't you reply to me? You little bastard!"
This is another hobby of Instructor Hanren. He likes to deliberately provoke others, and then watch others look murderous, and then defeat or kill them.
"Everyone is dead, and I am the only one left alive. Are you satisfied with this, old man?" No. 3 cursed back unceremoniously after hearing his instructor's words.
Hearing his apprentice calling him a dead old man, Instructor Hanren immediately grabbed a wine glass and threw it at him. The wine glass was about to hit No. 3's forehead at the moment.
There was a sudden flash of sword light, and the wine glass was split in half and fell at No. 3's feet.
"You little bastard, you have grown up and you dare to resist. I will chop you into pieces, chop you into meat paste and feed it to the dogs, and feed the remaining internal organs to the pigs!"
When No. 3 heard this, he still had no expression. He just turned around silently, picked up the dagger from his legs again, and then walked towards his instructor.
When he was three steps away from him, he suddenly launched an attack. Senhan's sword slashed unceremoniously at his instructor.
Instructor Hanren was still lying comfortably on the recliner at this time.
And when the sword was coming, he suddenly took out a dagger from under the recliner, and with the cold light of the sword, he preemptively attacked No. 3.
There was a glint of a sword that was as cold as a bone. It came suddenly and disappeared in an instant. Behind the glint of the sword was like the scythe of death that seduces people in the world.
When two swords face each other, blood will flow out!
Whose blood?
Number three or cold blade.
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No. 3, at this moment, his blade is falling on Instructor Hanren's shoulder. Blood slowly flows out from Instructor Hanren's shoulder, dripping on the ground.
However, No. 3 did not have an easy time, but in terms of the result, No. 3 still lost.
Although No. 3 struck first, in terms of injuries, No. 3 was more serious.
The sharp dagger pierced No. 3's chest, and the clothes on his chest were dyed blood red. A sharp knife edge was slashed from the left shoulder to the right rib and chest, half a foot deep.
Instructor Hanren was lying on the chair again, but the wine bottle in his hand had long been thrown away. He touched his bleeding wound and asked slowly: "Little bastard, are you very cruel?"
"Not as ruthless as you."
Number Three gritted his teeth and responded.
"You idiot, don't hurry up and bandage the wound when you can move. You have so much blood."
Politeness and politeness, gentleness and sincerity are superfluous things between the master and the disciple, but in terms of feelings, there is an almost family relationship between the two of them, although neither of them wants to admit it.
No. 3 didn't waste any time and went directly to the house to find hemostatic medicine, bandages and other things. A series of procedures such as wiping, applying medicine, and bandaging were all completed in just one minute in the hands of No. 3. No. 3's method of dressing wounds was even more skillful than that of ordinary doctors.
Number 3 then closed the door and walked out of the room, silently looking at Instructor Hanren's slightly curved back.
"Little bastard, the higher-ups have issued a notice. From today on, you will officially become one of the many official killers of the "Black Dragon Group"."
"From now on, you can leave this ghost place, own your own house and territory, and live alone."
Instructor Hanren said without looking back. His voice suddenly became gentle, like a father watching his child leave.
"um, yes."
No. 3 replied lightly, with a hint of reluctance in his tone. In fact, deep down in his heart, he didn't know whether it was the courtyard where he had lived for more than ten years that he was reluctant to leave, or whether he felt for the instructor and master who had been with him day and night for more than ten years. Reluctant to give up.
"Now you are capable of carrying out assassination missions on your own. Those guys happened to have arranged a mission for you. You should report to the chief instructor's office immediately."
After a moment of silence, Instructor Hanren said expressionlessly.
"Yes, instructor." No. 3's tone finally fluctuated at this moment, and he bowed deeply to Instructor Hanren three times. Then he picked up the broom and dustpan, cleaned the entire courtyard as he had done for the previous ten years, and then placed a jug of wine in front of his table.
Then he turned around and left silently.
Only Instructor Hanren was left alone, silently drinking wine to relieve his sorrow in the courtyard.
"………………"
Half an hour later.
"Report!"
"Come in!"
No. 3 slowly opened the office door and walked in. There are three people in the office at the moment. Sitting at the desk is the chief instructor of the training base, and the other two are middle-aged men in suits sitting on the sofa.
After No. 3 saluted the chief instructor, he said: "No. 3 is here to report on your order."
Hearing this, the chief instructor nodded slightly without expression, and then asked the two middle-aged men, "Are you sure?"
Seeing this, one of them stood up and said, "Make sure, this is an order from the top."
"Okay, No. 3, come here." The chief instructor sighed helplessly.
"Yes!" No. 3 immediately took a few steps forward, and then skillfully stopped at a safe distance half a meter away.
Seeing this, the chief instructor nodded with satisfaction, pointed to a slightly fat middle-aged man, and introduced: "This is Minister Yoshiro Igawa." "Then he pointed to a slightly thinner middle-aged man and said : “This is Commander Kenichi Sato. "
Number Three saluted the two of them in turn.
The chief instructor paused and continued: "These two officers are the middlemen of our organization who are responsible for taking over various tasks from the outside world, and then assign the tasks to us, and then we complete them. Not only that, these two officers also organize the organization for us After the personnel complete their tasks, the person in charge of the outer door will be responsible for cleaning up. Today they are the ones responsible for coming to pick you up."
No. 3 was slightly stunned when he heard the words. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but for a moment, he didn't say anything.
Seeing this, the chief instructor lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then said: "There is a task in the organization recently, and you are asked to participate by name. Now you don't need to ask anything. The two superiors will follow you on the way. You explained it."
"Also, you don't have to go back to clean up. Everything you need will be prepared by the organization for you. Now let's go with the two officers."
"Yes!" No. 3 responded expressionlessly after hearing this.
Yoshiro Ikawa and Kenichi Sato saw that the matter had been settled. He stood up and then politely saluted the chief instructor.
Then he turned around and left without saying a word. Seeing this, No. 3 shrugged, followed them obediently, and slowly left here.
When No. 3 and the others disappeared into the corridor, the chief instructor took another deep puff of cigarette and murmured to himself: "Why does the organization want to use a person who has just become an official killer and has not even obtained the title of killer?" As for the newbies, there has never been such a precedent before. Is there something special about this No. 3?"
