"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 20 men in black who came with him all went up to the second floor and hurriedly followed the small group.
I went up to the second floor and took a look around, and 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. He saw everyone handing out their identity tokens one by one and handing them to the registration staff in front, it seemed that
In the settlement task.
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."
After the black mole woman finished recording, she 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 over a million 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! Isn’t it too little!
And why does this damn fat man’s inheritance only have 30 points? After all, he is also a dirty master who has caught the sight of Protector Jiang!
After being a killer for so many years, is this all?
Lin Shan didn't realize that he had become a monk halfway. He was just an escape party in the robbery and murder of Guan Yin, and had no contribution at all. It would be good if he could settle the tasks 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 exchange tables:
"One Thousand Points of Innate Kung Fu in the "Precious Yellow Book"".
"One Thousand Points of Innate Skills in "Ephemera Xiantian"".
""Manghuang Jin" 500 Points of Acquired Martial Arts"
""Giant Palm" 300 Points of Acquired Martial Arts"
"Two hundred points of acquired skills in "Mammoth Jue""
…
Lin Shan was dazzled to see that the innate skills could be redeemed! He couldn't help but be impressed by Nightingale's magnanimity. If the innate skills were exchanged for other family sects, it was a secret that was not passed down, and it should not be taught lightly to those who were not the direct descendants of 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 millions of official silver and dispatched more than 20 killers collectively. Only 20 points were given for such a big task! If he wanted to collect all the money to redeem the innate skills, it meant doing 50 such tasks!
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 would never recover, just like his predecessor, the short fat man. 50 big missions with first-class masters participating in the battle, who dares to say that he can't do it again?
Escape whole body!
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 and fighting against the short fat man. He also roughly understood that the guy probably spent all his savings and bought an external martial arts, so he was like this
poverty.
"A whole three hundred points!"
Lin Shan was heartbroken and secretly scolded Humpty Dumpty for being a prodigal! He had squandered the property that should have belonged to him!
"I have 50 points now, what can I exchange for?"
With a frown on his face, Lin Shan finally found something in the corner. The only items worth less than 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 with Scarface, the guy couldn't bear to throw away the steel knife in his hand.
"So, when Scarface comes back from a mission, he only has enough time to change his knife?"
The exploitative face of the capitalists! Poor scarred social animal!
Lin Shan touched his chin and thought, and suddenly realized a problem: "Damn it, I forgot about Scarface!"
I quickly turned around and scanned the stairs. I saw that the halls on the first and second floors were still brightly lit, but the men in black and their headscarves were so tightly covered that it was impossible to tell who was who.
After all, the killer also has an identity in reality. Once the black clothes are taken off, 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 news. Because of his negligence, the scar on his face turned from bright to dark, and the two men switched offensive and defensive positions.
I originally thought that without Scarface knowing that he had innate secret skills, I could fight him with the Broken Machine Palm and have a good chance of winning, directly ending this trouble. But now I can only take one step at a time.
Okay, let him go for now...
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Lin Shan took a look and found 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 recalled 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, "Thanks 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, thinking at the same time that this old man seemed to be easy to talk to. He saw that he was new here, so he just wanted to get some information from him.
"My ancestors live in Guangnan County. I'm new here. What are the rules for Nightingale? I hope my seniors can teach me!"
What the killer fears most is to reveal his true identity. Others dare not 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 identified him from the short fat man's token number. But the only one who knew everyone's number was Jiang Protector, and Jiang Protector would naturally disdain him.
Deal with a bastard like yourself.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Lin Shan is still cautious. After all, who knows what trouble may occur if he is negligent. 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.
"The boy is teachable!"
Manager Jiang accepted the money casually, so he was no longer stingy in giving advice. As he slowly told the story, Lin Shan gradually gained a general understanding of Nightingale, the killer organization.
The general rise and fall of general Jianghu forces basically takes a hundred years, but Nightingale, an ancient killer organization, has existed for eight hundred years!
The reason is very simple. This organization is like raising 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 "acknowledging orders but not people", there will be no dilemma of being idle.
At the same time, he is also famous in the world.
The "Jing'anju" here in Zangdao County is just a branch of Nightingale in the southwest of the Song Dynasty. And there are no less than a dozen branches 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 of the branch in Xianggao County is naturally a congenital master, but he has been traveling all year round and has disappeared. Therefore, everything in the helm is basically managed by Jiang Hufa, a half-step congenital 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 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 him off, 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 was deceived and exchanged the remaining 50 points in the token for a sleeve arrow, and walked out of "Jinganju" 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.
"Did I lose my mind just now? Why did I change it to this thing?"
Chapter completed!