The number one and two bosses of the dignified shadow agency took advantage of the drunkenness and broke the neck of an unidentified spy. The prisoner who had finally been captured alive finally succeeded in killing him with the combined 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 somewhat embarrassed expression. Then they glanced at the dozens of shadow subordinates surrounding them. Each of them suppressed their smiles and tried to keep a straight face, wanting to smile.
He didn't dare to smile, which made Fang Zheng feel a little angry.
"Ahem,... no one is allowed to tell anyone what happened today. This is a state secret. Anyone who violates it will be silenced!" Fang Zheng said fiercely.
"Yes, yes, whoever speaks out will die!" Wen Sen nodded vigorously, expressing his extreme support for Fang Zheng's decision.
Glancing at the unlucky spy lying on the ground who had expired, Fang Zheng sighed: "I originally planned to catch him alive and go back for interrogation, but...who then, take him away, don't throw him on the street and scare the people.
, by the way, write down his appearance and see if I can find any useful clues to find out who sent this unlucky guy."
Everyone responded in unison. Fang Zheng called Wen Sen aside and asked in a low voice: "Have you noticed that something is wrong with the atmosphere in the capital these days?"
Wen Sen opened his eyes wide: "Your Excellency, you have also noticed it? I always thought it was my illusion. I always feel that there is something strange in the capital recently, but I can't tell what is strange. It turns out that Your Excellency has noticed it a long time ago..."
Fang Zheng smiled proudly and said: "Of course, so no matter when and where, you must remain highly alert to the surrounding environment. If the wind direction is wrong, you have to run away immediately. Otherwise, you can say that I am the leader, you
He is a subordinate, do you know why?".
Wen Sen immediately realized what was going on and said, "Because your Excellency is more foresighted than your subordinates."
Fang Zheng patted his shoulder approvingly: "Yes, you are very promising. When I get promoted in the future, I will definitely promote you."
Then Fang Zheng whispered: "Send a few capable people to find a way to sneak into the homes of officials of the second rank and above in the court to collect information and find out what is going on in the capital recently. I don't need to tell you how to collect it.
Really? You are more professional than me in this matter."
Wen Sen responded solemnly.
After giving the instructions, Fang Zheng ordered everyone to disperse and returned to his house.
After a few days of rest without wind and waves, Fang Zheng lived a few days of leisurely life like a rich young man without leaving home.
Wen Sen had already begun to secretly recruit people. He strictly followed Fang Zheng's instructions and tried his best to select ordinary-looking people with good qualifications among the common people. These people came from all walks of life, including students from academies and salesmen in the trade.
There are country men who travel from village to village, and there are also thieves and thieves imprisoned in cells. In short, the entire shadow reserve manpower is simply a hodgepodge of people, and there are all kinds of people. This group of people gathered in the new training camp of the shadow agency.
There are people reading, quarreling, chatting, fighting, and even doing business and cooperation with each other. The whole camp has become as messy as a vegetable market. Wen Sen has been having a lot of headaches recently because of this.
In order to realize the idea of establishing an ancient special forces force, Fang Zheng transferred a hundred refined sergeants 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.
The area within one mile is designated as a military restricted area, and waist badges and identities must be strictly checked when entering or exiting.
Since then, the secret agent organization structure of the shadow agency has finally taken shape. The members who will successfully graduate from this camp will be special talents who combine various skills such as spying, assassination, interrogation, and lurking. Whether it is against
They will all play an important role in investigating officials internally, clearing out rebellions, spying on military intelligence externally, assassinating high-ranking enemy generals, etc.…
But now Fang Zheng has a problem, that is, he can't find a good teacher to teach the newcomers the art of fighting. He knows that the former shadow subordinates were like thieves when performing tasks. If they were discovered, they would have no choice but to run for their lives.
Just death. This is not what Fang Zheng wants. After all, what he wants to train is a group of elites who can spy and kill, not a group of sneaky thugs. How can the special forces who kill the enemy invisibly follow them?
Is there an equal sign between thieves who steal 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 why. Throughout the dynasties, no matter whether the person in power was a wise king or a faint king, and whether the world was prosperous or troubled, the people who practiced martial arts among the people seemed to be always on the opposite side of the court, as if they were learning martial arts.
The purpose of acquiring martial arts is to be ready to rebel at any time.
This kind of psychology is not easy to explain. People with martial arts skills must feel that they are capable people, but the imperial court has always believed that "a chivalrous person violates the prohibition with martial arts." This sentence has caused dissatisfaction among many martial arts people, but one person
No matter how capable they are, they can never defeat the huge state machine. Therefore, it may be understandable for martial arts practitioners to feel jealousy towards a being that is more powerful than them.
Wen Sen secretly visited many well-known martial arts masters and martial arts heroes in the capital. When others heard that they were working for the imperial court, they declined politely. When Wen Sen reported to Fang Zheng with a grimace, Fang Zheng couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
What do these ancient practitioners mean? They just teach a group of apprentices, get good food and drink, and get money. If you teach well, you might even be able to work as an official. From then on, you will be given a wife and a shadow, and you will have a decent life, and you can go shopping in Qingting.
Carriage, the boys don't dare to ask you for tips. You don't do such a good thing. How stupid are you? Now everyone has been recruited, and everyone is eagerly waiting for the instructor. Where can I find an instructor for them?
Fang Zheng sighed heavily. After just a few days of leisure, something happened again. How about I ask Xiaolu to teach them? No, my wife is so cute, how could I put her in that group of dirty and dirty people?
Why don't you go among the stinky old men? Although I am great, I am not great yet.
After sending Wen Sen away, Fang Zheng frowned and walked to his small courtyard, worrying as he walked, where to 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 the killer brother practicing his flying knife in the courtyard.
A few straw men were stabbed about thirty steps away from the killer brother. The killer brother held a few throwing knives the size of fruit knives in his hands. He didn't even take aim. He shook his hand and threw them out. The flying knives were like
As if it had eyes, the knife hit the straw man's throat, and every throw was accurate.
Fang Zheng was secretly dumbfounded. If all my subordinates learned Brother Killer's knife-throwing skills, let alone gathering intelligence, even if they were to join a million-strong army, it would still be just a joke. If they don't do well, they won't be able to survive.
, you can at least bang the gong a few times on the street, and the rich can help you make money, and the poor can go home and use the money to help you make money, and then blindfold yourself and play a throwing knife to shoot apples to support yourself, how nice it is...
…
It's a pity that Fang Zheng begged the killer brother last time, saying that no one else would do it, and capable people are always very attractive. This is why Fang Zheng has always been approachable from time to time. - In addition to being handsome, he feels that he is
There's nothing to pull off.
With a flattering smile on his face, Fang Zheng planned to try again to convince the killer brother.
After rubbing his hands, Fang Zheng approached Brother Killer and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Wow! Brother Killer is so awesome! I admire you so much!"
The killer brother glanced at him coldly, "...Hypocrisy!"
After saying that, he turned back and continued practicing flying knives.
Fang Zheng smiled awkwardly and said: "Brother Killer, hehe, are you busy? How about I discuss something with you?"….
Seeing that the killer had no reaction, Fang Zheng emphasized again: "It has something to do with money."
As soon as he heard that it was related to silver, the killer brother immediately stopped and said, "Say."
"It's what I told you last time, teach my unqualified subordinates some fighting skills..."
The killer brother shook his head before Fang Zheng finished speaking: "No need to talk."
"Why...why?" Even if you don't agree, it would be too rude to not let anyone finish what he said. Fang Zheng was a little unhappy.
"Not interested." The killer brother's answer was always concise and to the point.
Fang Zheng understood a little bit at this moment. The only people he knew who were really good at martial arts, apart from Xiao Lu, was Brother Killer. After being in contact with each other for a long time, Fang Zheng also vaguely knew some of the so-called rules of the world. People in the martial arts world all pay attention to "
"Take care of yourself", no matter how rotten your things are, they are passed down from your ancestors, so you have to hide them in the safe at home. If you want to learn, you have to pass a series of tests. Not only do you have to pass five levels and kill six generals, but you also have to
After killing the ultimate boss, he could formally become a disciple and learn the art. Fang Zheng wondered if the killer brother also had this idea.
"Could it be that you want all my subordinates to kowtow to you and become disciples before you are willing to teach? No, their boss is the emperor. The emperor will be unhappy if he finds out..." Fang Zheng was confused.
The killer brother gave him a strange look: "Who said I want them to become my disciples?"
"Then why don't you want to teach me?"
"I don't like crowded places."
The co-author of this killer uncle turned out to be autistic and liked to work part-time as an otaku at home. I don’t know if his time in Fang Mansion made him live too comfortably. This killer uncle was a bit of a free-for-all and just waited to die.
That makes sense. Something is wrong. It seems that this killer is more like a dandy than me. But Master, I, a dandy from an authentic time-honored brand, run errands for the country and the people all day long. I am so busy that my feet never touch the ground.
what?
Suppressing his grief and anger, Fang Zheng smiled and said: "I can give you money, a lot of money. Think about it, white flowers, shiny, ingot after ingot, lump after lump, how tempting it is.
ah……"
The killer brother still seemed unmoved.
Fang Zheng continued: "...Actually, I know that a peerless master like you takes fame and wealth very lightly. The so-called fame and wealth are just like floating clouds in your eyes...so I am embarrassed to always
Talking about money with you 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 the Hua Dynasty can live a more secure life. Well, in this way
It seems that we are much nobler... What is the saying? A great chivalrous man is lawless. Ahem, it seems wrong. A great chivalrous man serves the country and the people..."
The killer brother suddenly interjected: "How much?"
Fang Zheng replied without raising his head: "More than five hundred, not many people..."
The killer brother said impatiently: "I'm asking you how much money you will give?"
Fang Zheng was shocked: "Ah? Uh...you agreed?"
The killer brother nodded: "Old rule, give money first and then do things."
Fang Zheng was a little disappointed when he heard this, and he agreed so quickly? This brother's ideological work has just started, and he is still not finished. The killer's work is too unqualified, why don't you be pretentious for a while...
Then Fang Zheng was overjoyed. This guy agreed, which saved me a lot of worry. I didn't have to search for instructors for those subordinates all over the world.
"...How about one thousand taels of silver a month?" Fang Zheng asked tentatively.
"Two thousand a month." The killer brother also raised the price as ruthlessly as his throwing knife.
"Deal!" Fang Zheng agreed readily this time. After all, the money spent was public money, so he didn't need to pay for it out of his own pocket. He didn't feel bad about spending it no matter what...
"Hey, why did you suddenly change your mind? Didn't you say you were not interested just now?".
"Silver." The killer brother said two words from between his teeth.
Fang Zheng sweated profusely and wasted a long time talking. After all, it was the money that impressed him. If he had known that I would talk nonsense to him, I would have just hit him with the money.
"...I thought it was more than just money."
"You think too much, it's just money."
"..." Look at this greedy virtue and vulgarity!
Rolling his eyes, Fang Zheng said with a flattering smile: "...You can just tell others that you get a monthly salary of three thousand taels of silver, is that okay?"
The killer brother frowned and said, "Why?"
"Uh... I'm going to follow you and take advantage of it. You get two thousand and I get one thousand. You eat meat and I drink soup. Let's get rich together and become well-off together..."
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Inside 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 quietly with a smile on his face, and his eyes flickering from time to time showed that his mind was no longer on the topic Fan Rui was talking about.
Interrupting Fan Rui's somewhat wordy report, the prince suddenly asked: "Has there been any movement in Gu's teacher these days?"
Fan Rui said in a deep voice: "Master Pan has not left home these days, and for some unknown reason four days ago, the entire Pan Mansion was completely closed, and no one was allowed to enter or exit. According to the news from the people sent by His Highness to lurk, four days ago
There was an assassin in the former Pan Mansion, so Mr. Pan closed the door of the house and was conducting a large-scale search. I don’t know if the assassin has been caught."
The prince smiled, sighed and said: "This lonely teacher seems to be really old, and he is getting more and more out of control. Haha, those who achieve great things must make decisions before taking action. This principle does not apply.
If he understands, what awaits him is failure and no other way out."
Fan Rui said carefully: "Your Highness, what can we do in the middle? Why not fish in troubled waters..."
The prince smiled and waved his hand to interrupt him: "Haha, no, I have to wait for him to take action first, and then I will take action again. The so-called fishermen who benefit are not the snipe and the clam who are stupid, but the fishermen who know how to take action at the most appropriate time. Now is the time.
Not yet mature."
"But where is the emperor..."
A somewhat complicated look flashed in the prince's eyes: "Then it depends on whether Gu's father is really as wise and powerful as the ministers praise him every day."
The prince's tone was gloomy and cold, like a cold wind blowing in the cold winter, making people shiver.
Fan Rui was shuddered and quickly lowered his head, not daring to express his anger. But he was sighing in his heart, Your Highness has been waiting for too long to sit on the dragon chair in the Jinluan Palace. Your Majesty, since you are old, why not
Why don't you give it up to the prince? From now on, you can have children and grandchildren in the harem and enjoy your old age. Wouldn't the world be at peace?
Fan Rui's thoughts wandered far away, and the prince's question brought him back: "Find out a way to find out which general in the army Gu's teacher has been in frequent contact with recently, and what kind of letters he has exchanged. This matter must be
To find out."
Fan Rui asked: "Your Highness, forgive me... Master Pan's house is now surrounded like an iron barrel, and the house is heavily guarded. The spies really have no choice. The spy sent by His Highness to lurk in Pan's house a few years ago is now in Pan's house."
There are only some inconspicuous little characters in the mansion, and they can't get close to the core area of the mansion, where the security is even tighter..."
When the prince heard this, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes: "If you can't handle such a small thing, why do you care for them? Kill a few of them and see if they can do anything!"
Closing his eyes, the prince said seriously: "Gu's strength is still not enough! The teacher ruined Gu's important matter too quickly. It would have been better if I had given Gu one more year to prepare... The shadows under Fang Zheng were recently in
do what?"
Fan Rui was stunned and quickly said: "It is said that we have started to recruit people. It seems that we are planning to do something big. The shadows have been arranged by Fang Zheng to enter the newly built camp to serve as instructors and train new people."…
The prince sighed: "It's a pity. If this power is in Gu's hands, it will be even more powerful than a tiger..."
Fan Ruiqi said: "The shadows are just some spies looking for information, and there are only a few dozen of them. Why does His Highness value them so much?"
The prince sneered: "Don't underestimate these dozens of people. If these people are in Gu's hands, they can be like thousands of troops. Do you know that my father has not left the palace these years, and all the affairs of the world, no matter how big or small, are clearly understood."
For what? It’s all thanks to the power of shadow!”
As he spoke, a look of anger appeared on the prince's face, his fists were clenched tightly, and the joints of his long and delicate fingers turned pale from excessive exertion. He hit the armrest of the chair hard, his voice full of resentment:
"Hateful! Hateful! Gu is the eldest son of my father and the crown prince of the country. Why did my father favor one over the other and hand over such an important weapon of the country to the son of a lowly merchant? What did I do wrong? Why did my father treat me so unfairly?
?”
Fan Rui was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly fell to his knees and said with a trembling voice: "Your Highness, calm down, calm down! It is not appropriate to say such impulsive words at this time. Your Highness, please think twice!"
The prince suddenly woke up, and immediately looked around vigilantly. After making sure that no one heard him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a forced smile: "Thank you, Mr. Fan, for reminding me. I have just been depressed and can't release it, so I lost my composure."
, I hope sir won’t be offended.”
Fan Ruiliang said he didn't dare.
After pondering for a moment, the prince spoke, with a bit of coldness in his voice: "As for the shadows, Gu wants to find a way to catch them. These people are all rare talents for spying on information. They are rich in experience and have many methods.
Duo. Gu needs them at this time. During the flower viewing party, Mr. Lao Fan arranged for Fang Zheng to meet Gu so that Gu could discuss anything with him."
"Yes, please rest assured, Your Highness."
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Readers and friends in the group say that you have to keep changing your ways to ask for monthly tickets. I am still very immature in this regard and don’t know how to change my ways. Anyway, there are only a few postures I know...
No matter what the tricks are, brothers who are holding on to their monthly votes and haven’t voted yet, stop holding on. It’s already early to vote. My voice is hoarse. Why is there no movement in the number of monthly votes?