20-Night Assassin Pilates

Chapter 20 - Night Assassin - Pilates

Night Assassin Pilates is a very ambitious person. In order to complete the great ideal in his heart, he tirelessly takes over one task after another from the assassin's union and successfully completes it again and again. In the eyes of ordinary people, he can't complete one task at all.

In fact, the tasks that Pilates can accept are nothing more than low-level tasks such as peeping * taking a shower, assassinating the next three-way prostitutes who refuse to pay, etc. That is, relying on these tasks, he was asked to step by step from a small person to the middle class of the Assassin Union for decades and receive the Night Medal personally awarded by the president.

But the good times did not last long. Within decades after winning the glory of the Night Medal, Pilates has never made any progress, and the assassin's cultivation has been stuck in the bottleneck of the second-order three-star peak. It is for this reason that Pilates has been living an ordinary life of mediocre, high and low, and tasteless life in the following decades.

Because of the low-level tasks issued by the Assassin's Guild, it can no longer meet the needs of Pilates assassin's cultivation upgrade, and a slightly higher task requires the assassin himself to have the strongest cultivation. His third-level strength has no ability to obtain the task at all.

Life without fighting spirit has lost its color, but the night assassin Pilates, who always accepts the task of voyeurism, stubbornly believes that his potential has not been completely released, and there is still room for a higher level of development. As long as God is willing to give himself a chance, he will definitely become a legendary existence. At most, it's just a matter of time.

"God will give me a chance to advance. Persistence is victory!" In this way, Pilates comforted himself every day. Until one day not long ago, Pilates accidentally saw a high reward mission from the Assassin Union, targeting a third-level warrior. And most importantly, this high reward task does not have the same strict hard conditions as before, and it is not mandatory for assassins who accept the task to have at least three-order cultivation.

Seeing this is simply a reward mission tailored for yourself, the sad assassin Pilates, who has not been promoted for many years, burst into tears! What does it mean that the emperor lives up to his will? After decades of hard work, God finally gave him a chance, which is the best explanation.

In order to cherish this hard-won opportunity, Pilates did not hesitate to take over the task from the assassin union girl. After obtaining first-hand information, he decisively set out and ran to the kingdom of Anting, where the target was located, and secretly planned to kill the target in one fell swoop. Andre, a third-order warrior with the title of 'brown bear'.

However, as soon as Pilates entered the territory of the Anting Kingdom, this sad night assassin was subjected to a heavy and strict investigation. Not only the official of the Anting Kingdom, but even the Knights of the Light Church also went out. For no reason, he finally found this goal and was in stealth and secretly choosing The tragic assassin who assassinated the target was found out and arbitrarily locked him in the prison of the Holy See branch of the Kingdom of Anting.

After being imprisoned, the night assassin Pilates met all kinds of people who had the same experience as him. Only then did he find a colleague to learn that these guys who are absolutely above themselves have a common point that they have only entered the kingdom of Anting in recent days.

It was at this time that Pilates realized that things were a little bad and could make the Church of Light carry out such a rigorous investigation. Presumably something big happened to the Anting Kingdom a few days ago. The guy who secretly regretted in his heart couldn't help worrying. If the unreasonable bastards of the Light Church can't find the right master and refuse to let themselves out, which will eventually lead to their failure to complete the task!

But fortunately, the Church of Light only imprisoned Pilates and his group for more than half a month, not giving them food every day, but only a mouthful of cold water at most. Moreover, during this period, Pilates had to be identified and interrogated by countless church knights, and even suffered a strict review by Abraham, the Black Bishop of the Anting Kingdom Branch of the Church of Light, in order to find out the true culprit of the Anting Square tragedy.

In the past half month, Mo Fan happened to be in the weapons store of the gobungke, concentrate on teaching him one-on-one scientific research knowledge, and thus narrowly escaped the strict search of the Bright Church.

After a series of tedious reviews, after ruling Bishop Abraham determined that they were not the murderers, he then issued a huge reward order against Mo Fan, the murderer of the Anting tragedy, and also issued a silence order to Pilates and his entourage, ordering them to seek all suspicious clues. There is a high reward, but you can't publicize this matter that makes the Church of Light lose its ignity, otherwise there will be no forgiveness.

After being released by the Church of Light, Pilates, who was anxious to assassinate himself, decisively came to the almost dilapidated elite weapons store in a secluded corner. At this time, Mofan and Andre had just come out and followed them all the way into the mercenary union.

Until this time, Pilates still did not know that the yellow-skinned, dark-haired thin boy who appeared next to the mission target was secretly pursued by the Light Church, Mo Fan, the murderer who created the Anting ' altar tragedy'. Because he was completely deceived by this guy who was extremely thin in appearance and did not have any fighting characteristics.

If the night assassin Pilates knew that Mo Fan was the protagonist of the Anting altar tragedy, he would definitely give up his stupid plan to assassinate Andre at the first time. The guy who can create the altar tragedy is definitely a cruel character, and a little shrimp like him is definitely not enough for others to see. It's better to go directly to the Bright Church to inform and receive a huge reward. Relatively speaking, this is more cost-effective.

Because he did not know the real strength of Mo Fan, he simply avoided the cultivation of Andre's third-order warriors. He still had some awareness in his heart. He knew that he was invincible night assassin Pilates did not dare to do it in the country of King Anting, but kept a certain distance and followed him secretly and followed them all the way to the Flame Canyon. And patiently stayed three or 500 meters away from the two, patiently waiting for Mo Fan and Andre to fall asleep, and then waiting for the opportunity to leave.

The night gradually deepened, and Pilates, who had just closed his eyes and was ready to take a nap, unexpectedly found that his mission goal and the yellow-skinned and short-haired boy around him did not seem to be sleepy at all. The two energetic young people were still sitting on the ground and making a noise, making annoying and crazy noise. Sound.

The noise made by Andre and Mofan, Pilates, who was so noisy that he couldn't rest, took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse to go crazy. The sad assassin who knew that he could not refresh himself at all and couldn't wait any longer had to change his plan.

As the saying goes, Pilates intends to take advantage of the dialogue between Andre and Mofan to use the assassin's unique stealth skills to sneak to the two, find an opportunity to kill the mission target in one fell swoop, and then immediately sneak away. Mo Fan, who did not show any fighting spirit, is the biggest proof that he can successfully complete this move. Because Pilates has full confidence, it is really easy for him to quietly disappear from an ordinary person who can't fight.

After making the decision, Pilates entered the stealth state without any hesitation, and then carried a pair of titanium alloy, shining blue light. At first glance, he passed the little poisoned dagger and walked lightly towards Andre. As long as his dagger can stab him, the poison on the blade can kill him.

"500 meters... 300 meters... 100 meters... 50 meters..." Pilates in the stealth calculated the distance in his heart, carefully avoided one obstacle after another that might lead to body exposure, and walked towards Andrea step by step.

As the goal of the mission became closer and closer, Pilates became more and more nervous, and the steps under his feet became slower and slower. Because the assassination of Andre, who is higher than himself, is not only a valuable upgrade opportunity for a sad assassin, but also a major challenge.

Only after completing this task can Pilates be promoted in the Assassin Union, become a night assassin with a third-order strength assessment, accept more tasks that may be promoted, and be able to realize his ultimate ideal and become a legendary night assassin and pursuer.

At the thought of the great ideal I dreamed of in my heart, which is about to be gradually realized in my own hands. Pilates, with a pair of small half-moon-shaped daggers, can't help but be proud, as if he has become a legendary strongman and shadow pursuer at this moment.

"What is the strongest hermit killer? When I become a legendary follower, will the sting god be far away? Haha..." At this moment, Pilates, who had a beautiful dream, completely forgot what she was doing. I don't even remember at all that I am just a small second-order night assassin, even a tragic task that urgently needs to be completed, which may not be completed for the rest of his life.

Pilates in hiding habitually raised his feet, but he didn't know that the joy was extremely sad. He just kicked away a piece of gravel the size of a palm. At the same time, his feet came to the pain, which also made this sad and even some poor guy wake up.

The small stone fell to the ground and made a crisp sound in the dark night. Hearing this, Pilates, who was anxious in his heart, was very entangled. Because the sad assassin after waking up has found that the guy with strange yellow skin, short black hair and seems to be angry is now lying on the chest of Andrea, the target of the mission, staring at his position.

Especially when Pilates saw that Mofan's bright black eyes, some of the guilty 'stupid thief' unconsciously had a strong impulse to retreat. Because he felt a very dangerous breath from Mo Fan's eyes that seemed to stare at his prey and a little abusive.

"Obviously, a guy without fighting spirit, but his eyes are like a poisonous snake, revealing such a strong murderous intention. This guy must not be ordinary." After sensing the danger, Pilates stood still in surprise and hesitated. It's good to retreat now! It's better to retreat!

The ideal can be achieved slowly, but there is only one life! Leaving aside Mo Fan, who has no fighting spirit and is extremely tyrannical in his eyes, Andre, a third-order strength alone, is enough to abuse Pilates. After all, the power gap between the two is not one or two points.

After thinking about it repeatedly and carefully, Pilates finally felt that his life was more important, so he decisively gave up the plan to continue to assassinate Andre and secretly changed his direction to prepare for the original way back. The days are still long! We have to pass slowly, and he will find another opportunity to kill the mission target. But at this time, a sudden dialogue changed his attention.

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Seeing that the sneaking assassin kicked the stone and stopped moving for a long time, in order to lure the assassin to take the initiative, Mo Fan, who lay on Andre's chest, pretended to be obscene and cheaply smile, picked up the innocent man's chin with one hand, stroked his chest with the other hand, raised his eyebrows, raised his eyebrows, and secretly said, "Kiss the little girl. Look, it's dark and windy today, and there is no one around. You can follow the big brother! Have fun with your big brother!"

He was suddenly raised by Mo Fan and mistakenly thought that he really had a strong hobby. Andre, who wanted to assimilate himself into a gay, almost collapsed and couldn't say anything.

Until he found that Mo Fan's secret eyes and the hand on his chest wrote a few square words of the stealth assassin, Andre suddenly realized, twisted his body very cooperatively, and said in a feminine voice, "No! How bad it would be if someone saw it! People will be shy!"

"It's okay. Don't we have a tent?" Mo Fan, with an obscene smile, took off his clothes and touched the space ring on Andrea's middle finger, signaling him to take out the camping tent prepared in advance.

Although Andrea didn't know what Mo Fan meant, he still opened the space ring very cooperatively, took out a bag of neatly stacked tents and put it in Mo Fan's hands.

He took the tent from Andre, his clothes were messy, and Mo Fan, who was sweating, turned it up impatiently and like alike, as if he was really tying up the tent and then celebrating the spring night with someone.

Pilates, who saw these in his eyes, is entangled. Is there something wrong with the information of the Assassin Union? How can there be girls here? Is the goal of this mission a disguised Xibei? Is he actually a woman? Then can't I watch a living spring | palace?

Thinking of the above possibilities, since he heard the ambiguous dialogue between Mo Fan and Andre, the night assassin Pilates, who was ready to run away, immediately turned his forehead decisively, hugged the expectation of me to take a look, and tried to watch a free living spring | palace.

It was not until Pilates, who turned his head, narrowed his eyes tightly and gradually concentrated the light, that he could see that the two people rolling on the ground not far away were actually men. Their chests were close together, full of ambiguous eyes, and four lips that were about to stick together... And themselves The girl in my impression has long disappeared, and it is impossible to have any exciting live spring | palace to see.

"How did you become two big men? Where did the girl go?" Pilates, who was quite frustrated, was surprised to find that it was not the information of the assassin's union that was wrong, but actually himself. In fact, there have been no girls from beginning to end. What is happening now is clearly that two big men take advantage of the dark and windy night, and the cat openly engages in a secluded valley!

Looking at Mo Fan, who was impatient to get up from the mission target, with messy clothes and busy setting up a tent, Pilates felt that he was going crazy. Damn it! These two guys are good friends who don't know where they came from, and they don't see themselves as masters who are about to become legendary movie chasers! They are challenging their dignity.

"Damn gays, give me back a clean and pure girl."

Angry Pilates resisted the desire to vomit, stared at the two men rolling on the ground fiercely, and couldn't wait to rush up and stab the two openly bitches. Isn't this disgusting? I don't see him, the pursuer who is about to become a legendary strongman.

"Nima! This is simply staining my pure heart. No, I must teach them a profound lesson to let them know that assassins are not easy to mess with. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Finally, he felt that he had been insulted. Pilates, who was furious, felt that it was necessary to take action to kill the guy who was in a hurry, regardless of the feelings of his bystanders.

So his brain was hot and he forgot the danger. He stubbornly wanted to kill Mo Fan's Pilates and quietly turned around. He carefully avoided it. Andre sneaked towards a guy who was impatient and hurriedly tied the tent.

At the moment when Pilates carried the little dagger after being poisoned and was ready to stab Mo Fan's back, the guy who had set up the tent seemed to be uncertain. He took two steps forward lightly, pulled up Andre lying on the ground, and eagerly drilled into a tent of dozens of square meters, not at all. He was heed to make it bright.

"He's just lucky. He can't escape next time." Seeing that Mo Fan narrowly dodged, the angry night assassin Pilates trembled and comforted himself. At the same time, he followed the two closely to the outside of the tent to wait. He is going to rush in quietly while the two gays are living together and let them be good friends who go to Huangquan together.

As expected, shortly after Mofan and Andre entered the tent and made it bright, there was a decisive and refreshing but vulgar cry that made him very disgusted.

"Don't talk... Hurry up..." Someone knew that it was a man holding his voice and intermittently coming out of the tent, with a shrugging figure, far away in the dark night.

"Don't want your sister! I'm going to send you good friends to hell." Pilates looked at the reflection of the tent and knew that the time had come. The guy, who had been hated for a long time, decisively held the small dagger, hooked the closed curtain, and quietly sneaked into the tent sideways. Unexpectedly, he has unconsciously stepped into a precision trap specially designed for him.