If the upper city is the bright side of the world, then the lower city is the dark side of the world.

Various sewage flowed on the bumpy ground, including rotten vegetable leaves, discarded leather, and even feces. Wild dogs were having fun in the alleys. On both sides were mixed drying objects. Clothes were hung on bamboo poles and salted fish blocked the sunlight that was originally lacking in the narrow alleys, making the dirty air even more unbearable.

Binghu, who was dressed neatly and wearing an armored helmet, was extremely conspicuous in this dirty environment. Of course, the metal firearms in Binghu's hand were even more eye-catching, with pairs of eyes watching from the cracks in the door and on the window ridge.

Binghe did not block the sense of smell, but instead strengthened the perception of smell. The domain searched every inch of the corner, no matter how disgusting it was in this corner. Perhaps the opponent was ambushed in the garbage pile full of dead rats. Even Binghe himself was very amazed that he could be so nervous and serious when facing danger.

"In the face of death, no matter who dies here, there is no difference between decay." Binghe warned himself, then quietly slowed down and leaned towards the corner of the wall. Binghe knew through the field that his opponent was behind the two walls within a range of forty meters, and the two targets were holding short weapons that could be thrown.

Although it cannot be judged visually, Binghe speculates that this short weapon should be covered with venom or something on the blade, because only by applying poison can it be effectively assassinated.

Twenty meters away.

The enemy of Binghuo

The hair as thin as hair wraps around the assassin's blade for a moment and then dissipates in the air. The magic of the nuclear field can make the atmospheric aerosol form the hair, and the formation of the hair wrap can collect more detailed information on the surface of the object.

The assassinator with a black veil looked at the hair that dissipated like smoke and dust on the blade, and his face showed a look of wood and despair. The killer was very familiar with the half-inch fish intestine in his palm. In their words, the blade was part of his body. Even if the blade touched a hair, they all knew. When the hair condensed in the field appeared, even though it only existed for a few seconds, it was keenly noticed by this high-level assassinator.

The reason why these assassins are desperate is because they know who they have messed with. Every assassin will remember some taboos when entering the industry. The field is the highest taboo for assassins.

【Seven thousand years ago, the assassins in this world were still very active.】

Assassins assassinate big names, get rich bounties, and then establish their own organizations and guilds. On the mainland, there are even families with assassins as inheritance, as well as median professions like Assassin Master.

The current division between the upper and lower cities is related to the assassin profession. In that era when muskets were still a little simple, because the knights maintained limited ruling ability, the knights ruled the bright areas of society, and the darkness of society was ruled by the assassin profession.

The knights could not extend their dominance to dark corners. The forces entrenched in the underworld could use assassination and money to buy and infringe upon the power of the nobles. In order to ensure their own rule, the knight class under the rule of the religious group could only divide the city into upper and lower cities to divide the chaos. The assassins at that time also had their own median profession and inheritance, and the name of the profession was called the Assassin Master.

However, more than 6,000 years ago, the Assassin Master disappeared.

The reason for the death of the Assassin Master's profession is not that the assassins' mistress has become a regular position, nor that the compromise between the underworld and the white path. Instead, the birth of the fortress profession has made the assassination industry the least and least promising industry. Head-on conflict assassin is not as good as the knight, and the assassin only relies on his hidden abilities to try to kill with one blow.

In the scope of the fortress field, everything can be seen and can be clearly explored. The fortress can be analyzed within two or three hundred meters. As long as there are gaps and as long as the creature breathes, there will be no fog on the fortress. And even if it is just a machine, it will emit heat and electromagnetic waves.

Back then, the fortresses entered the lower city under the protection of knights and army. All the secret passages in the city were found. The knights and soldiers directly surrounded the assassin's stronghold, just like dealing with ground rats, pouring into the secret passages with a can of oil and a handful of fire.

Even the assassin master had no effect and could only run out and be shot to death. In just one hundred years, there was no middle-class family that had inherited the magic lineage for assassination for generations.

Most of the Assassin Masters family were killed, and a small number of them changed to the army and became explorers and knights.

Now, a knight family with very high agility in the inheritance of the Dharma lineage is very likely to be the family of Assassin Masters.

Of course, these families will never mention the assassins whose ancestors are despicable, but will only mention the glorious history of their families' heroic battles on the battlefield.

Although there is no median profession of Assassin Master now, since there is still a dark side in society, the assassin industry is still there.

There are two ecosystems in this industry, private and public.

Private companies are small leaders in the underworld. They usually have less than three generations of experience. Their magic line system seems to be just some soldiers or shooters with higher agility, and their level is basically the lower-level intermediate level, or even lower-level. They are amateur killers.

They are usually the leaders of some small gangs in the Lower City area with dozens of people or hundreds of people. When they encounter trouble in the gang business, they will use these methods of various religions and all kinds of things to deal with their opponents.

These methods include chopping off pets from opponents' homes, cutting off servants' ears, and shocking the other party. Only when negotiations cannot be negotiated will people be killed.

These professionals who kill people in the underworld will consciously allow their magic lineage to help them hide and agile within two or three generations. The purpose of this is only to survive in chaotic neighborhoods.

After they accumulate enough resources within a few generations, they will bleach their business, allow their descendants to enter the army, acquire the profession of intermediate officers, and then eventually surrender to the military nobles of the medium profession.

Their industry rules are to only move in the lower city and not cause trouble in the upper city, and they will never provoke aristocrats. Therefore, this kind of private guy can only pass on the legacy for three generations. After three generations, they will either be hacked to death on the street or transform successfully.

The public assassins are national agents. They have been passed down for seven or eight generations, while some have been passed down for more than ten generations. These people are shameless means in the hands of major countries.

These public assassins are proficient in poisons, guns, and lurking. They know the situation of the lower class. They can even pretend to be elegant nobles when they pick up wine glasses. Store owners in lower class, dancers in upper class, and waiters in upper class may all be their hidden identities.

Of course, the ultimate wish of these families who passed on the assassin was to bleach and bleach into the upper class.

For example, Xu Ling, the chief intelligence officer of St. Sok, is like this in his family. Xu Ling can reach the median profession now by relying on St. Sok's authority to reach the median. Without authority, he can only be a lower-level senior.

Xu Ling's family spent twenty generations serving Saint Sok, three of them reached the position of the General Military Police Agency, and they all worked diligently to serve their whole lives. Saint Sok agreed that five generations of people had achieved this high position and were absolutely loyal to their whole lives. The family would be given a true median profession. In that way, they could truly squeeze into the upper class.

There are only three families with gangster transformation in Saint Sauk. This system has made fierce competition among families of families who have been engaged in agents for generations of the Empire, and they are extremely loyal to the Empire.

[What Binghe is encountering now is the public assassin, and the assassin comes from Oka]

The fortress is the natural enemy of the assassin. The realm is unsolvable for the assassin profession hidden in the darkness.

The Oka people's intelligence is not budgeted to the Binghe area.

If the domain does not perform obvious phenomena of distorting light, then only the domain can detect the domain.

In Wester, only Vilian knew that Bingkel had a field, and Vilian knew that Bingkel was worth a higher value, but Vilian tacitly concealed Bingkel.

In Oka, only Floating Ice Biso knew that Bingnuo profession might be a fortress, but after the failure of the selection of Kings, Floating Ice Biso explained that Bingnuo's magic veins could change the knight's magic veins, it was considered to be a ruling. Therefore, Floating Ice Biso did not report this information, and the Oka people's assassination instructions were a decision under the shady curtain. When making the assassination decision, Peso was not aware of it, so it was even more impossible to report it on its own initiative.

So when several agents were on the scene of assassination, they realized that the domain was present. Moreover, due to lack of intelligence, the assassins found that they were locked in the domain, but they still did not confirm that Bingke was the source of the domain.

After all, in this world, the inherent concept of "the mechanical controller has no way to advance to the fortress" has not been publicly broken. This inherent concept is still interfering with the judgment of the agents.

The agents are now shocked because they made very meticulous preparations before this operation. After several sets of noble eyeliners, the agents confirmed that Virien's Coron is now at a port seven kilometers away from Bingshu, and is not here.

Due to the deep-seated common sense above, the agents realized that they were locked in the desperate problem of the domain. They still thought about the absurd story of "Villian appeared in a distant port with a substitute and was with Binghe in private." They did not guess the fact that "Binghe, the mechanical controller, actually has a domain."

So after Oka's agents found out that they were exposed, they made the most wrong choice. They decided to surround Wei and save Zhao. A state of surrounding was formed in the alley to target Binghe. The purpose of the mechanic of Binghe was to interfere with the lockdown of the "Villian Realm" to increase the chance of escape for the aimer who directed this operation.

So when Binghe, who was walking on the street, was stunned when he felt this situation, and confirmed that these goods were not scattered and fled, but came over to follow him. Binghe accelerated his pace.

At the entrance of an alley, Binghe suddenly stopped, raised his hand quickly, and then fired. The person behind the wall was shot back by Binghe as soon as he poked his head out. The bullet hit the wall and splashed a large amount of gravel, which made the agent's eyes fascinated. It was not that Binghe's gunshot skills were bad, Binghe had the intention to catch the alive.

He jumped, Binghe overturned the wall, came to the agent, pulled away a clothes rail, and broke the secret crossbow on the agent's arm. But when he was about to further control the guy, the agent obviously bit his teeth, and then quickly bleed to death with his seven orifices.

Seeing a person die in front of you with his own eyes shocked Bingshu. It does not mean that Bingshun is reluctant to die.

Instead, when I saw these people gritting their teeth and committing suicide without hesitation, such a tragic scene prompted Binghe that what I am facing now is no longer a human, but a tool called the Dead Soldier.

Standing under the wall, Binghe looked at the dead body with dark skin, murmured as if he was hit by a curse: "Is this how? If you can't achieve the mission, you will choose to die immediately. Well, there is no possibility of peaceful communication. Hum?"

Binghe suddenly noticed a pendant on the agent's neck. He picked up the pendant and found that there was a photo inside, but the photo had been burnt, leaving only the dark ashes. Binghe sighed, "It's also my family."

Binghe left the place immediately.

A few seconds later, behind another agent, Binghe suddenly flashed out, knocking the agent unconscious, then removing the joints of his limbs and snatching the capsules on his teeth and throwing them into a ditch.

Then the other two agents were also dealt with by Bingshu. Half an hour later, the guards who arrived would pick up the two of them. Of course, there was no need to worry about Bingshu's subsequent interrogation. The torture in this world is the most suitable for dealing with these killers.

Within just a few minutes, the three miscellaneous fish that came to deliver separately were solved.

Binghe crossed several streets and chased the sighter in an alley. At this time, the sighter leaned against the mottled wall covered with green vines. The smell of urine came from a distance. It was obvious that this dark wall was convenient for many people.

In such a secluded place, the aimer who was forced into a desperate situation was weak because he had just picked out the warhead. Now he had no combat power, facing the core wearing a mechanical suit, like meat on a chopping board.

Binghe noticed the despair in his eyes, but noticed the trembling in his fingers, which was a sign of hesitation whether to commit suicide. Binghe felt moved when he saw this scene. There was no need to talk about anything when facing the dead soldiers. When facing people who were nostalgic in life, you could talk about some things well.

Binghe took a few steps back to show that he had no intention of murder, and said, "I, the gun flame Binghe, now the pseudonym Ronggang, is the target of your assassination. - Our family has always taught me to stay at the forefront of being a human being, and I have always thought that this is right. Of course, this way of treating people is now challenged by you.

But I still insist on my family teaching. Today I will let you go back, but please tell the people behind you. A total of five people participated in the assassination of me. If there is a frontal hostility in the future, if your families think I have done too much and feel that I am unreasonable, please remind them that their assassination today is the cause and effect of the future. I will always wait for your family to give me a reasonable explanation."

Speaking of this, Binghe threw him a map to indicate his escape route. He was reminded that he should leave here quickly within twenty minutes.

After hearing Binghe's words, the aimer took a deep breath because there were several warheads on his body, and he just used a knife to remove the warhead. The wound had not yet been returned. Just now, the aimer had a life of life, so he didn't care about the wound, but when the hope of life appeared, he tried to inhale and relieve the pain on his body.
Chapter completed!