"That's it?"
Standing on the street, Feng Xue and other onlookers fell into a state of confusion as they looked at the target lying in a pool of blood with a card stuck in his neck.
He designed seven assassination plans, prepared 12 backup plans, and made adequate preparations for a series of possibilities such as police, colleagues, and organizational tests. He even prepared five escape routes and even stole three careful vehicles. Mid-range and low-end cars that have been inspected for condition are placed on different routes.
result……
That's it?
Feng Xue, who was tense and unable to wait for any twists and turns, only felt bored and turned back to the hotel where she stayed.
It seemed that he had gotten the news. When he passed the front desk, the young and beautiful waiter lowered his voice and said:
"Mr. Feng Xue, you still have five days of free time at your disposal. You can continue to visit this city, or arrange a return flight immediately."
"Just arrange the return trip for me." Feng Xue replied without thinking too much. He had already visited this city, and he had basically investigated the places that were easy to detect. As for the more detailed ones, such as whether there are Underground forces, black markets and other places may not be able to be investigated even if they stay for five days.
Not to mention that he still has the illiterate debuff and cannot read the words in the book at all. It is just a waste of time to continue to stay here.
Without knowing when he would wake up from this "wonderful dream", he preferred to spend his time on self-improvement.
…
Returning to the orchard base, Feng Xue saw the teacher walking towards him as soon as he got off the plane. At this time, he was not as serious as before. Instead, he looked at him with a smile and nodded:
"Good performance, it doesn't feel like my first mission at all!"
As he spoke, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Feng Xue——
"These anonymous points are your reward for being the first student in this class. You can take a good rest, but you are still a 'cannon fodder'. You must complete at least one task every month. If you forget, we will give it to you." You assigned me, but based on your performance, I believe you can become a formal member within two years at most. Oh, by the way, the identity information previously sent to you has been invalidated. It’s up to you whether to keep it for collection or destroy it directly... …”
Just like before, the teacher didn't give Feng Xue a chance to speak at all. After saying a series of words in a flurry, he disappeared before his eyes. This unnatural speed of separation was definitely due to some kind of structuring technique!
Feng Xue, who was hesitant to speak, sighed, put away the unnamed points, and walked towards the library.
Although it was certain that he could not see the information in the book in his dream, he still felt that he should give it a try——
After all, with this stingy character, if the library is useless, there is no need to create it, right?
With this idea in mind, Feng Xue entered the library, and then he came out.
how to say? correct! As seen.
Because most of the materials in the library are whiteboards that cannot be read, but the reason why I say most of them is because there is still a part that can be read, but the problem is that this part is all assassination techniques.
Feng Xue, who has mastered the introductory knowledge of assassination techniques in all fields, can theoretically deduce the assassination techniques of any faction.
After all, assassination is similar to things like anatomy and medicine. Basic knowledge is actually the vast majority of knowledge. Going to school is just about learning the application and expansion of these basic knowledge, and more about accumulating experience.
Of course, expert and master-level killers often have some unique tricks, but those kind of things are obviously not simply placed in the library, but just books. It is also difficult to learn such things that require continuous practice to master. Skill.
"Judging from the fact that Joshua Johnson was born in an orchard, the strongest point in the orchard is probably the use of firearms. I happen to be weak in this area, so let's start here."
With such thoughts in mind, Feng Xue went to school to take shooting classes for a month.
After all, in addition to talent, a lot of training is also essential for shooting. Without a lot of bullet consumption, it is almost impossible to become a sharpshooter.
…
The days passed like this, and Feng Xue switched back and forth between classes and tasks. From cannon fodder to tool, to a killer with his own name, and occasionally receiving designated tasks, the courses he took were also slowly changing. Variety.
From the initial shooting training, to ultra-long-range sniping, to rapid-fire aiming, and then to spending a lot of money to consult famous teachers in the organization to learn firearms adjustment, bullet assembly and other auxiliary subjects.
His learning speed is astonishing, because he already has a complete set of knowledge systems in related fields in his mind. The guidance of famous teachers in the organization only allows him to transform theory into practice more efficiently, and such days pass in the blink of an eye. for four years.
Yes, wink.
Feng Xue didn't know whether it was the deviation in his sense of time caused by his two-point-one-line life, or the particularity of this dream world itself. Although he had clearly experienced four years, he felt that everything seemed to have happened. For a moment, this feeling is especially obvious when sleeping, as if as long as you close your eyes, the next moment will be the next day.
And this feeling became more and more intense as time went by. At the beginning, he could still clearly remember his interactions with the girls on the entertainment street, but later, it was like a big dream in spring, a trance. , it was already the second day, and the only things I could really remember clearly were practicing skills and performing tasks.
Feng Xue, who had already finished learning firearms and started to learn skills such as crossbows and blowguns, gradually realized that this might mean that this point was coming to an end, so she started studying harder.
…
Time jumped rapidly, and Feng Xue stood blankly in front of the mirror in the dormitory, looking at the face inside, but something seemed to suddenly break in his mind.
In this dream, he had theoretically passed twenty years. Although in his own sense of time, it was actually only a few months, his physical growth would not stop because of this.
And it was only then that he finally remembered the face of the person in the mirror——
This is his cellmate!
Not the gangster senior in Longchang Enlightenment Node, but in reality, the inmate who lives right across from him in the Beehive Prison and can be seen every day when he eats!
"This is someone else's dream!"
Feng Xue's spirit, which had been a little sluggish due to the strange changes in time, was suddenly shaken, but the mirror in front of him that reflected "his" face was suddenly covered with cracks.
As the lens collapsed, the environment around Feng Xue suddenly changed. The original single toilet in the dormitory turned into a public toilet with rows of urinals, and the mirror in front of him turned into a window. Outside the window, there was Feng Xue glanced down at the busy streets and pedestrians coming and going, only to find that her hands were different from before.
"No, it's not different! This is my, or my predecessor's, hand!"
The moment Feng Xue realized this, a strong sense of crisis suddenly broke out. It was his intuition about death that he had accumulated during these twenty years of missions. Although the twenty years passed by like a dream, But those countless tasks and studies were deeply engraved in his memory!
"boom!"
A ray of pain brushed across Feng Xue's cheek, who had tried to turn his head away, and then there was a belated gunshot.
Feng Xue looked towards the direction of the bullet. Although it was impossible to see the face from a distance of 500 meters, Feng Xue immediately recognized the identity of the killer due to the familiar figure and movements!
"That's me...no, the owner of this dream!"
