The No. 1 and 2 leader of the dignified shadow organization took advantage of the alcohol to break the neck of an unknown spy. The captive who finally caught him alive finally succeeded in sending his life with the joint efforts of the two. This matter... is indeed not very glorious.

After Fang Zheng and Wen Sen sobered up, they looked at each other with a look of embarrassment. They glanced at the dozens of shadow subordinates around them. They held back their smiles and tried hard to look stern, and they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, which made Fang Zheng feel a little angry.

"Ahem,... no one is allowed to tell what happened today. This is a state secret. If you violate it, silence it!" Fang Zheng said viciously.

"Yes, yes, whoever tells it will die!" Wensen nodded vigorously, and expressed his extreme support for Fang Zheng's decision.

Looking at the unlucky spy who was already dead on the ground, Fang Zheng sighed: "I originally planned to catch someone who was living and go back to interrogate him. Oh... Then who would carry him away and don't throw him on the street to scare the people. By the way, write down his appearance to see if you can find useful clues and find out who sent this unlucky one."

Everyone responded in unison, Fang Zheng called Wen Sen aside and asked in a low voice: "Did you notice that the atmosphere in the capital these days is not right?"

Wensen opened his eyes wide: "Sir, have noticed it? I always thought it was my own illusion. I always felt that it was a bit strange in the capital recently, but I can't say where it is. It turns out that the adults have noticed it long ago..."

Fang Zheng smiled proudly and said, "That's of course, so no matter when and where, you must be highly alert to the surrounding environment. If the wind direction is wrong, you have to run away immediately. Otherwise, you are the leader and you are the subordinate. Do you know why?"

Wensen immediately became tactful and said, "Because the adults are more far-sighted than their subordinates."

Fang Zheng patted his shoulder with praise: "No, very promising. I will be promoted in the future. I will definitely promote you."

Then Fang Zheng whispered: "Send a few capable personnel to find ways to get into the homes of officials above the second grade of the court, collect information, and find out what happened in the capital recently. - I don't need to say how to collect it? You are more professional than me."

Wen Sen responded with a stern answer.

After giving the order, Fang Zheng ordered everyone to scatter and return to the mansion by himself.

After resting for a few days without wind or waves, Fang Zheng lived a leisurely life as a rich young master at home without leaving home for a few days.

Wensen has already begun to secretly attract people. He strictly followed Fang Zheng's instructions and tried his best to choose the kind of people among the civilians. These people come from all walks of life, including students from academies, peddlers from merchants, local doctors from villages and villages, and thieves who are imprisoned in prisons. In short, the reserve staff of the shadow is a hodgepodge, and there are all kinds of messy people. This group of people gathered in the newly built training camp of the shadow agency. Those who study, quarrel, chat, fight, and even do business with each other to discuss cooperation. The entire camp became like a vegetable market. Wensen has a headache about this recently.

In order to realize the idea of ​​establishing an ancient special forces soldier, Fang Zheng drew a hundred trained soldiers from Feng Qiudao's Shenwu Army and sent them to the training camp. He also asked Feng Qiudao to send troops to surround the newly built camp. Within a radius of one mile, for military forbidden areas, the waist signs must be strictly checked and the identity must be checked in and out.

Since then, the secret organizational structure of the shadow organization has finally begun to take shape. The members who have successfully graduated from this camp will be special talents with various skills such as spy, assassination, interrogation, and lurking. Whether it is internal investigation of officials, eliminating rebellions, external spy on military intelligence, assassination of senior enemy generals, etc., they will play an important role.

But Fang Zheng now has a problem, that is, he can't find a good teacher to teach the newcomers' fighting skills. He knew that the shadow subordinates in the past were like thieves when they were on missions, and they were found to be escaping and dying. This was not what Fang Zheng hoped. After all, what he wanted to train was a group of elites who could inquire and kill people, not a group of secretly despicable despicable men. How could a special force who killed the enemy invisibly be equal to the thieves who stole manhole covers in the middle of the night?

Although there were many people who were proficient in martial arts in ancient times, I don’t know what happened. In all dynasties, no matter whether the people in power were wise or foolish, or whether the world was prosperous or chaotic, the people who practice martial arts seemed to always be opposite to the court, as if the purpose of learning martial arts was to be ready to rebel at any time.

This kind of psychology is not easy to explain. People with martial arts must think that they are capable people, but the court has always believed that "the hero violates the ban with martial arts". This sentence has aroused the dissatisfaction of many warriors, but no matter how capable a person is, he cannot fight against the huge state machine. Therefore, it may be understandable that people who practice martial arts are jealous of an existence that is stronger than them.

Wen Sen secretly visited many famous martial arts masters and martial artists in the capital who did not leave the mountain. When others heard that they were serving the court, they all politely refused. When Wen Sen reported to Fang Zheng with a bitter face, Fang Zheng was also stunned.

What does this group of ancient trainers mean? They just teach a group of apprentices, they are delicious and delicious, and they can get money. If they teach well, they may even be able to become officials. From then on, they have won their wives and children, and they are so glorious and decent. They will stop carriages in Qingqing. The servants dare not ask you for tips. If you don’t do such a good thing, you are stupid? Now everyone has been hiring all their hands, and everyone is waiting for the instructor. Where can I find the instructor for them?

Fang Zheng sighed very heavily. After only a few days of leisure, things have come again. Why don’t I ask Xiaolu to teach them? No, my wife is so delicate, how could she put her among the group of dirty and smelly big men? Although this young master is great, he is not so great yet.

After sending Wen Sen away, Fang Zheng frowned and walked towards his yard, worried as he walked. Where can I find a teacher?

At this time, only a few dull sounds of "puff, puff" were heard, interrupting Fang Zheng's thoughts. When he looked up, he saw that the killer brother was practicing his flying knife in the yard.

A few grass men were stabbed about thirty steps away from the killer brother. The killer brother held several flying knives the size of a fruit knife in his hand. Without even aiming, he shook his hand and threw it out. The flying knives seemed to have eyes. The knife hit the grass man's throat and threw them accurately.

Fang Zheng was secretly shocked. If my subordinates all learned the killer brother's flying sword skills, let alone in inquiries about information, even if the generals were inserted into a million troops, it would not be like playing. If you can't make it, you can at least beat a few gongs on the street. Those with rich can hold money, and those with no money go home and take money to hold money, and then blindfold your eyes and play with a flying sword and shoot an apple. It's great...

What a pity, Fang Zheng asked the killer brother last time, saying that no one would do anything, and people with ability are always very arrogant. This is why Fang Zheng has been approachable since time traveling through time, - except for handsomeness, he felt that he had nothing to be arrogant.

With a flattering smile on its pile, Fang Zheng planned to try to convince the killer brother again.

Rubbing his hands, Fang Zheng came to the killer brother and exaggeratedly: "Wow! Brother Killer is so awesome! I admire you so much!"

The killer brother glanced at him coldly, "... hypocritical!"

After saying that, I turned around and continued practicing the flying knife.

Fang Zheng smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother Killer, haha, are you busy? How about discussing something with you?"

Seeing that the killer had no response, Fang Zheng specifically emphasized again: "It has to do with money."

When he heard that it was related to silver, the killer brother stopped immediately and said, "Say."

"It's what I told you last time. Teach my incredible men some fighting skills..."

Before Fang Zheng finished speaking, the killer brother shook his head and said, "No talk."

"For... why?" It's all right if you don't agree. It's too rude to not say anything. Fang Zheng was a little unhappy.

"Not interested." The killer brother's answer is always concise.

Fang Zheng understood a little at this moment. The people he knew who had real martial arts were Xiao Lu, but also the killer brother. After being in contact for a long time, Fang Zheng also vaguely knew some so-called rules in his heart. People in the martial arts world pay attention to "bringing their own brooms". No matter how bad their things are, they are passed down by their ancestors, so they have to hide them in the safe at home. If anyone wants to learn, they have to pass a series of tests. Not only do they have to pass five levels and kill six generals, but they also have to cut over the ultimate boss before they can officially learn from their masters. Fang Zheng doubts whether the killer brother has this idea.

"Do you want my subordinates to kowtow to you and become disciples before you can teach me? No, their general is the emperor. The emperor will be unhappy when he finds out..." Fang Zheng was embarrassed.

The killer brother looked at him strangely: "Who said I want them to become disciples?"

"Then why don't you teach?"

“I don’t like crowded places.”

Co-considered this killer, it turns out that he has autism and likes to work part-time at home as an otaku. I don’t know if this period of time in Fang Mansion made him feel so comfortable. This killer is a bit like a slap in a waste of effort and is waiting to die. No matter how you look at it, it seems that this killer is more like a playboy than me. Young Master, an authentic and old-fashioned playboy, runs errands all day for the country and the people, and is so busy that he is not stuck in the ground. Why?

After suppressing his grief and anger, Fang Zheng smiled and said, "I can give you money, a lot of money, think about it, white, bright, every ingot, every ingot, every ingot, every tumble, how tempting..."

The killer brother still seemed unmoved.

Fang Zheng continued: "... Actually, I know that a peerless master like you regards fame and fortune very indifferently. The so-called fame and wealth are like clouds in your eyes... So I'm embarrassed to always talk to you about money, which makes us look so vulgar. I can only say that you are cultivating elites for the country and the nation. With your help, the people of our Chinese dynasty can live a more solid life. Well, this way, it makes us look much noble... How can you say it? The great hero is lawless, cough cough, it seems wrong. The great hero is for the country and the people..."

The killer brother suddenly said, "How many?"

Fang Zheng replied without raising his head: "More than 500 people, not many people..."

The killer brother said impatiently: "I'm asking you how much money you give?"

Fang Zheng was shocked: "Ah? Uh... did you agree?"

The killer brother nodded: "Old rule, give money first and then do things."

Fang Zheng was a little disappointed when he heard this, and agreed so quickly. My buddy's ideological work has just begun, but he is still not satisfied. The killer is too unqualified. Why don't he be pretentious for a while...

Then Fang Zheng was overjoyed again. After this guy agreed, this young master saved a lot of trouble and didn't have to find instructors for those subordinates all over the world.

"...What about 1,000 taels of silver per month?" Fang Zheng tentatively said.

"Two thousand per month." The killer brother also raised the price without any mercy, like his flying knife.

"Trade!" Fang Zheng agreed very readily this time. Anyway, he spent public funds, so he didn't have to pay for it himself, so he didn't feel sorry for spending it.

"Hey, why did you suddenly change your mind? Didn't you just say you weren't interested?"

"Silver." Two words burst out from the cracks of the killer brother's teeth.

Fang Zheng wasted a lot and wasted a long time. The money moved him. If I had known that I would have been talking to him, I would have just used the money to smash him directly as soon as I came up.

“…I thought it was not just silver.”

"If you think too much, it's as simple as silver."

"…………” Look at this kind of virtue of asking for money, vulgarity!

With his eyes rolling, Fang Zheng smiled flatteringly: "...You just say that you get a salary of 3,000 taels of silver every month, are you sure?"

The killer brother frowned and said, "Why?"

"Uh... I'll share your benefits with you. You get two thousand, I'll get one thousand, you eat meat, I drink soup, everyone gets rich together and achieves a well-off life..."

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In the Prince's Mansion.

Fan Rui stood quietly in front of the prince and respectfully reported on the preparations for the flower viewing party.

The prince listened with a smile on his face, and his sometimes flashing eyes showed that his mind was no longer on the topic Fan Rui was talking about.

After interrupting Fan Rui's slightly long-winded report, the prince suddenly asked: "Have you ever been moving in the past few days?"

Fan Rui said in a deep voice: "Mr. Pan has not left the house these days, and for some reason, the entire Pan Mansion was completely closed four days ago, and no one is allowed to enter or exit. According to the news from the people sent by His Highness to lurk, there was an assassin in the Pan Mansion four days ago, so Lord. Pan closed the door and was searching for it. I don't know if the assassin was caught."

The prince smiled and sighed, "This lonely teacher seems to be really old and he is getting more and more impatient. Haha, those who accomplish great things must make up their minds before they move. If you don't understand this principle, you will only wait for him, and there is no other way."

Fan Rui said carefully: "Your Highness, are we going to do something in the middle? Why not take advantage of the troubled waters..."

The prince smiled and waved his hand and interrupted him: "Haha, no, Gu wants to wait for him to take action first, and then Gu will take action again. The so-called fisherman who is profitable is not the stupidity of the snipe and clam, but the fisherman knows to take action at the most appropriate time. The time is not yet ripe."

"But the Emperor..."

A complex look flashed in the prince's eyes: "It depends on whether the orphan father is really as wise and powerful as the ministers praise every day."

The prince's tone was gloomy and cold, like a gust of cold wind blowing in the cold winter, making people tremble with bone-chilling.

Fan Rui was shocked and quickly lowered his head, not daring to show his anger. But he sighed in his heart. His Highness has been waiting for the dragon throne in the Golden Palace for too long. Prince, since you are old, why not let him come out to sit for the prince? From then on, I will have a grandson in the harem and enjoy my old age. Wouldn't the world be peaceful?

Fan Rui's thoughts drifted far away, and the prince's question pulled him back: "I'll find a way to find out clearly. Teacher Gu has been in contact with a general in the army recently and has had some letters. This matter must be found out."

Fan Rui was embarrassed: "Your Highness forgives your crime... Lord Pan's mansion is now surrounded like an iron bucket. The mansion is very cautious. The spies really have no choice. His master sent to Pan's mansion a few years ago to lurk in Pan's mansion. Now they are just some inconspicuous small characters in Pan's mansion. They cannot reach the core area of ​​the mansion, and the guards there are even more tight..."

A hint of anger flashed in the prince's eyes when he heard this: "I can't do this little thing well, what can I do with Orphan? Kill a few of them to see if they have any solutions!"

Closed his eyes and the prince said heavily: "The power of Gu is still not enough! The teacher has ruined Gu's big business, too fast. If I gave Gu a year more preparation... What are the shadows under Fang Zheng doing recently?"

Fan Rui was stunned and said quickly: "It is said that he has started to recruit people. It seems that he has planned to do a big fight. The shadows were arranged by Fang Zheng to enter the newly built camp to serve as instructors and train newcomers."

The prince sighed: "What a pity, if this power is in the hands of the Gu, it would be like a tiger with wings..."

Van Richie said: "Shadow is just a spy who inquire about the news, and there are only a few dozen people. Why does Your Highness value them so much?"

The prince sneered: "Don't underestimate these dozens of people. If these people are in the hands of the lonely, they will be thousands of troops. Do you know that the father has not left the palace for these years, and no matter how big or small the matter in the world is, it is obvious at a glance? It depends entirely on the achievements of the shadow!"

As he said that, he looked angry on his face, his fists were clenched tightly, and his slender and delicate finger joints turned pale due to excessive force. He hit the armrest of the chair hard, his voice full of resentment: "It's hateful! It's hateful! Gu is the eldest son of his father and the crown prince of the country. Why does his father favor one and the other? He handed over such an important national weapon to a lowly merchant's son? Where did Gu do something wrong? Why did his father treat Gu so unfairly?"

Fan Rui was so scared that he sweated coldly. He hurriedly knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, please calm down, calm down! You should not make such impulsive words at this time, your Highness thinks twice!"

The prince suddenly realized, then looked around alertly. After confirming that no one heard it, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a forced smile: "Thank you, Mr. Fan, I just reminded me that my chest is depressed and it is difficult to release it, so I lost my composure. I hope you don't take it for a long time."

Fan Rui dared not.

After pondering for a while, the prince spoke, with a little cold voice: "For the shadow, Gu must find a way to hold them in his hands. These people are rare talents for inquiries. They are experienced and have many ways. Gu needs them at this time. During the flower viewing party, Mr. Fan arranged for Fang Zheng to meet Gu, and Gu had something to discuss with him."

"Yes, please don't worry, Your Highness."

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All readers and friends in the group said that they had to change their monthly tickets and asked for them. I was still very immature in this regard and didn’t know how to change their styles. - Anyway, I only know a few postures...
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