"Yes, this is a game." Li Lanxin smiled, "As long as news comes out that we have caught the living, and then mention me, the 'spiritual corpse' who can directly read memories, whether these madmen in the Killing Hall believe it or not, they must get rid of me..."

"Then, rely on your ability to leave a living?" Gao Yu continued, with a little emotion on his face, "Those old foxes are so cunning."

Yao poked the assassin like a dead body and raised his eyebrows, "So, is he the only living we have caught?"

Li Lanxin nodded solemnly and said, "He is the fastest way for our earth to understand the Killing Hall."

...

Shangxiehuihui headquarters.

Ji Qianming and Wang Jue entered the church one after another, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty church.

In the center of the church, the master of the drama is like a devout believer, standing in front of the black statue and praying.

Feeling the return of the two, the Master of Mood slowly opened his eyes and said lightly: "Has the mission failed?"

"Original sin is dead." Ji Qianming replied coldly.

The master of opera turned around, and the exaggerated smile on his mask was extremely terrifying under the glare of glass. His eyes flashed across Ji Qianming and fell on Wang Jue's body, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Zheng Jue, I seem to have told you that if this mission fails again, you will be removed from your special envoy status?" A faint voice echoed in the church.

Wang Jue's mouth twitched slightly, and he spoke with his teeth: "This time, it was an accident."

His voice... no, her voice was as crisp and pleasant as an oriole, and it was heart-warming. When I heard the sound, I thought this was a stunning beauty.

The master of the opera was stunned for a few seconds and spoke in disbelief: "King... King Jue? You, you..."

"A little accident happened during the mission." Wang Jue said helplessly as if he had accepted his fate.

The expression of the master of the drama changed several times in an instant, from shock to ridicule, from serious to solemnity, and finally returned to the aura and majesty of the first special envoy, and spoke in a deep voice:

"What's going on?"

Wang Jue was about to speak, but the master of the opera interrupted her: "Wait, the guy who is the puppet master is coming soon, and it will be a special envoy meeting."

Puppet Master?

The white crying mask suddenly appeared in Ji Qianming's mind, and the puppets in the cafe filled with the room, their eyebrows were quietly frowning.

Wang Jue didn't say anything, silently found a bench to sit down, putting his fingers on his chin with a jade-like onion, as if he was habitually touching his stubble, but found that there was only a piece of smooth and delicate skin, which was stiff in place.

Ji Qianming saw this scene in his eyes, held back his smile and turned around, no longer looking at Wang Jue, otherwise he would be afraid that he would not be able to control himself and laugh out loud.

About ten minutes later, another figure appeared at the other end of the church. The white crying mask looked around the church, paused on Ji Qianming for a moment, and walked slowly towards the master of the opera.

The second special envoy, the puppet master.

Ji Qianming looked at his figure and remained silent.

The puppet master walked through the middle aisle and suddenly stopped when he passed by Ji Qianming, turned his head and said coldly: "JOKER?"

Ji Qianming sat there quietly, his cheeks slightly raised, and he narrowed his eyes at the eyes under the puppet master's mask, without saying a word.

"You killed Hongqin, that's great." A confusing word suddenly popped up in his mouth. Then, without waiting for Ji Qianming to answer, he turned around and walked towards the direction of the opera master.

Ji Qianming rolled his eyes silently. Sure enough, the special envoys of the Shangxie Society were all crazy people.

"Puppet Master, have you got the stuff?" The Master of Ximing said.

The puppet master took out a black square stone from the ring, which looked like a magnet from the outside, but some purple meaning was faintly revealed in the light.

The light flashed in the eyes of the master of the drama. He took the square stone and nodded with satisfaction, "The holy relics of the Italian mafia, the heart of the Yuanmagnetic... Yes, how did you get it?"

Ignoring the curious gaze of the master of the drama, the puppet master said lightly: "Now, Italy has no mafia anymore."

Ji Qianming's mouth twitched slightly under the mask. What a guy, I went abroad alone to destroy the mafia?! Is this too domineering?!

By the way, as a mafia, there should be a few powerful abilities in it? Is the puppet master so strong?

"What's the use of this thing?" Ji Qianming couldn't help but ask.

"The heart of the primordial magnetic field can invalidate most of the equipment on the technology side and interfere with their operation within a certain range. For example, if we put it on the Sky Eye, just a light touch, the super satellite will be completely scrapped." The master of the drama seems to be in a good mood.

Ji Qianming's heart was tight. In modern society, this thing is simply a killer weapon. Not to mention anything else, if all equipment within the interference range can paralyze all scientific weapons in any arrangement of cracks in the two realms, then this line of defense is basically over.

Moreover, the intention of listening to the opera is to destroy the Heavenly Eye?

Ji Qianming couldn't help but secretly guess how many overseas holy relics were hidden in Shangxiehuihui?

The master of the opera drew the heart of Yuan Magnetic, swept his eyes one by one on the remaining three envoys, and said as a superior:

"Since the four envoys from our Shangxie Society are rarely gathered, let's take this opportunity to hold a special envoy meeting... First of all, we need to discuss the identity of the third envoy, Wang Jue."

His eyes fell on Wang Jue, and Wang Jue's body stiffened.

"Wang Jue, let's talk about how you became like this first." The tone of the drama master was mixed with a hint of drama and abuse.

Wang Jue's face was pale under the mask, but he still said the whole story with his teeth.

The moment he spoke, Ji Qianming observed that the puppet master's body trembled slightly, and then moved intentionally or unintentionally away from the king's ear, with a faint feeling of... disgust in his eyes?

After Wang Jue finished his story, the master of the opera frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "The potion for changing gender? It should be a holy relic... But who is it, and why should you use this holy relic on you?"

The four people at the scene fell silent at the same time. The other three were really clueless, and Ji Qianming was silently cursing Zhang Jingyan in his heart.

"This is aside, let's talk about the issue of Wang Jue's identity as a special envoy..." The master of Xi Ming squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Jue, without any emotional fluctuations in his voice. "The third special envoy, Wang Jue, has killed three fourth special envoys in succession since he took office, violated the rules of the association and had a low task completion rate. Who would dismiss his special envoy status? "

After saying that, his eyes fell on Ji Qianming.
Chapter completed!