The First Order

In the hands of the Qinghe Group, there is an extraordinary organization called a knight, but this knight organization does not participate in the competition for resources. What it has been looking for for more than 100 years.

Then I talked about the mob organization, which was only for combating nuclear weapons in the early years, and now the organization's program has quietly changed.

The customers in the tavern are old repeat customers, so they have heard many stories told by Mr. Storyteller, so when they hear repeated stories, they will be interested and want to drink.

Only Ren Xiaosu listened intently from beginning to end, and some of the diners next to him couldn't help but look at him, because the consumption level of the pub is not anyone who wants to come. There is suddenly a rich face in the market town, everyone will always Pay more attention.

It was only that they found that Ren Xiao sat sitting there every day to listen to the story alone, and did not intend to have anything to do with them. The squires in the market town murmured secretly, a bureaucratic child who had fled, sitting and eating in the morning and evening.

Ren Xiaosu here listens to the story every day in the world, and his life has become very calm, until one day he suddenly received a text message on the worn-out mobile phone he carried: barrier 67, C, and the reply.

This text message is very confusing, and Ren Xiaosu ignored it. Now he is using this mobile phone as a camera and is in a fresh period.

Ren Xiaosu used this mobile phone to take a picture when he saw the beautiful sunset, and also to take a picture when he saw the rich lamb buns in the tavern. After thinking about seeing Liuyuan in the future, he could give Liuyuan a photo and let He knows what the legendary mutton buns look like.

The steamed buns in the tavern are different from the street stalls in the market town. They are more expensive and have meat.

After sitting there and ordering the steamed buns, the guys in the store will also give the guests two pieces of cake, letting the guests break their own, the more broken the better.

Some people say that if you don’t break your own, or if the break is not good enough, the master chef will secretly spit in your bowl...

On this day, Ren Xiaosu came to the tavern and suddenly found that Mr. Storyteller did not come. He asked the guys in the shop curiously, "What about Mr. Storyteller?"

The guys in the shop smiled and said, "You are a new customer, don't you know? Our old man doesn't come every day, and we occasionally take a break. It depends on the mood of others."

Ren Xiaosu said that this wouldn't work, he was still waiting to hear the story, so he decisively asked the man where Mr. Storyteller lived, and knocked on the door to call Mr. Storyteller to come and tell the story.

The old man was also embarrassed: "Boy, I'm doing this book to avoid going to work in the factory. When you came, I suddenly felt like I was working in the factory when I was not blind..."

As soon as this was said, Ren Xiaosu was a little embarrassed, but he heard the old man sigh and said: "I heard people say that you come every day, I thought you were thinking about my granddaughter, but now it seems that you really want to listen to the story. Let’s talk, which story do you really want to hear? Today we don’t go to the pub, the story you want to hear, I might not dare to tell it in front of so many people."

The little girl next door was a little shy and hid in the back room, while Ren Xiaosu was stunned. He suddenly discovered that although the old man was blind, he was not blind.

This world is really strange, some people are not blind, but they can't see the truth.

When Ren Xiaosu heard it, he no longer hid it. He said straightforwardly: "Master, I want to hear the story of Anjing Temple."

Mr. Storyteller laughed: "That's not what ordinary people should listen to."

"Do you think I'm average?"

"Yes, you are not ordinary, then I will tell you."

The establishment of Anjing Temple is actually not very long, but it was particularly mysterious from the beginning. Its strength is not blown out by itself, but it has not been a task that Anjing Temple cannot complete in these years.

Only the top assassins in this world have the opportunity to join Anjing Temple. Anjing Temple will not only issue missions to these assassins, but also protect their safety and provide convenience.

"According to legend, Anjing Temple killed the biological father of a small consortium's eldest son, that is Uncle Wang, is this true?" Ren Xiaosu curiously said.

"It's true," Mr. Storyteller nodded with a smile.

"Then completed the task of Anjing Temple, will they be able to help them do something of equal value, such as helping find someone?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"Yes," Mr. Storyteller said with a smile: "So you didn't want to kill, but wanted to find someone."

"If you kill someone, I can do it myself," Ren Xiaosu said calmly. At this moment, the huge confidence between the words came into being.

But Mr. Storyteller did not take it seriously, but just sighed: "The times are different."

Ren Xiaosu asked again: "Do you think this Anjing Temple is a good organization or a bad organization? I don't mean to define them deliberately, but to help them find people. I have to know whether they are reliable or not."

Ren Xiaosu was worried that he entrusted Anjing Temple to find someone, but would threaten Dao Fugui's safety.

Mr. Storyteller thought for a while and said, "The killings at Anjing Temple have clear goals over the years. There have always been reasons for killing each other. Many of them are radicals of the main factions of various consortia. Instead, they are important figures of conservatives. Only take protection tasks to help them remove some assassins, but because of the extremely high cost, Anjing Temple has rarely shot in person in recent years."

"Don't shoot it yourself? Who will let it?" Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment.

"Some killers awaiting selection," said Mr. Storyteller, laughing: "Anjing Temple issued a batch of mobile phones a few years ago. It is said that the mobile phone can only send and receive text messages and take pictures. The text messages are sent to release tasks. An Jing After the mission is released, the temple will wait for a reply, see if anyone is willing to take it, and mark the danger level, what kind of mission can the killer take, and the purpose of the camera function is only one, that is, you use your mobile phone to take a picture of the body after the mission is completed , The photo will be automatically sent to Anjing Temple."

Ren Xiaosu was completely stunned when he heard this, mobile phone?!Only phones that can send and receive text messages and take pictures?SMS receiving task, also marked the level?

Don’t you have one in your hand!

But the old man said that after taking the photo, the phone will automatically send the photo to Anjing Temple...

Ren Xiaosu recalled the mutton buns in his album, and suddenly fell into deep contemplation.

I’m afraid that people at Anjing Temple didn’t expect to receive such photos...

"Haha, it's amazing," Ren Xiaosu smiled awkwardly.

The old man continued: "Only after completing a series of tasks, can you upgrade from D to A, and be eligible to participate in the official selection of Anjing Temple."

Ren Xiaosu suddenly wondered: "How do you know these things, old man, ordinary people will not tell these stories to the outside world, how authentic is it?"

Mr. Storyteller paused and smiled, "How do you think my eyes are blind?"

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