Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"... OK, let's attack Herzog."

Listening to what he already knew, Shadow Assassin Death River pinched his long nails.

In Japan now, only "Dead River" is the only member of the Assassin's Guild, and the remaining shadow assassins have traveled to various parts of the world to maintain the chaos caused by the unrest.

This is the meaning of Bai Mo, the idea of ​​the real subject walking on the path of a saint.

The world is chaotic, and everyone has different views and opinions, so stability needs to be maintained in the general direction.

The current Assassin's Guild and Shadow Assassin are carrying out these actions.

"Death." Death River pinched his fingernails and listened to the voice in his ears. This was the voice of the deceased.

In the kingdom of saints, death is not the end of everything. After reaching the end, the soul returns to the place of eternal rest.

Death River narrowed his eyes slightly, straightened his coat, and put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. The slightly loose clothes were not suitable for him.

"The mission issued by Pompeii is to kill Herzog. This is really troublesome."

Death River walked alone on the streets of Tokyo, wandering casually and observing the flow of people around him.

Unlike the other Shadow Assassins, the word spirit brought by Death River's own bloodline is a content that does not exist in the secret party's records. It belongs to the White King's lineage and is considered a relatively rare word spirit.

The White King, the Dragon King with spiritual elements, is quite outrageous to the point of exaggeration. Compared with the other dragon kings who need cocoons for resurrection, Death River has no doubt that the real white king can climb out of the hybrid body and be resurrected again.

The bug-like abilities brought by the spiritual system are abnormally strong compared to the other elemental systems.

"Herzog, the person now is not 'Herzog'. He has been killed. Now he is... Dabonlev, probably." Death River's eyes were deep and he was lost in thought.

Comparing Bai Mo's memory, he quickly got the answer.

Herzog is dead, and the Japanese chess player competing for the power of the White King has personally ended. The current situation is no longer one that controls this puppet.

"...With the degree of restriction, I guess there is no need to worry about the lack of imperial blood. Yamata no Orochi only needs to locate it, and then the next thing will definitely happen again."

Herzog himself was able to clone the artificial humanoids Gennako, Minamoto and Eri Uesugi, so what kind of hybrid could the person behind the real Bondarev clone?

From his own point of view, Death River got the answer - the royal blood belongs to the soldiers and can be produced at will in the barracks.

Elite soldiers like Eri Uesugi may be restricted and their numbers may be controlled. But minions like Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinv...the current version has become a bastard, and the strength of these two people is very simple when clones appear.

At this level, it would be extremely difficult for Dead River to kill Herzog, Japan's ultimate BOSS. Even now, Bai Mo has not found the true coordinates of "Herzog" and cannot judge what kind of things he might do.

Without the map coordinates as a reminder, Dead River walked casually on the street and looked at the surrounding situation.

Death River is not in a hurry. Judging from Pompeo's order, he knows exactly how strong Japan is. It is not an easy task to kill the chess player now wearing the skin of Herzog.

If Dead River could be completed casually and Herzog was killed in less than a few days, Pompeii would be thinking about other things.

"Kirito!"

Dead River stopped slightly and looked up at his side.

Not far away, the boy known as "Kirito" was grabbed by two girls by his left and right hands respectively.

Shura chariot, or overturned?

Dead River relies on the memories of these people to understand the cause and effect of all this.

——Kirito met Asuna, the two went on a "date", and then met classmate Yui. A conflict broke out between Yui and Asuna, but Kirito didn't know what to do, which was very consistent with the development of the male protagonist.

The three people now, Asuna and Yui, are gradually putting pressure on Kirito.

Shaking his head, Dead River ignored everything that happened here, put down his hat with his hands behind his back, and walked forward.

The important thing now is to spread the amount of foam to locate Herzog's coordinates and then kill him.

"Let's look around the Genji Building." Dead River determined his next move in his heart, then picked up his steps and walked forward.

Not long after, Death River arrived at Genji Heavy Industries, and rarely saw an old acquaintance, Kame Genjisei, near Genji Heavy Industries.

He was squatting on the street not far from Genji Heavy Industries, squatting alone under the street lamp, smoking a cigarette.

Judging from the cigarette butts beside him, Yuan Zhisheng had smoked half a pack.

According to the physical fitness of the mixed race, this is a completely minor problem for Yuan Zhisheng, and it is just a small executive action.

Death River has a profound memory of Yuan Zhisheng. He chopped down Huangquan, causing Death River himself to have a strong and clear memory of this scene of being killed.

"Who?" Since he was stared at for a little longer, Yuan Zhi used his sixth sense to make an intuitive judgment and turned to look at the dead river.

Just by paying attention to his eyes, Yuan Zhisheng noticed that there was something very wrong with the man in a red coat standing not far away, and he felt awkward.

"Mongrel?"

Yuan Zhisheng rarely took action directly.

If it had been before, Yuan Zhisheng would have definitely acted first, using a knife to measure the weight.

But when Yuan Zhisheng became the head of the eight Sheqi families, he found that he needed to suppress the blade, not to act casually, and to show the magnanimity of the head of the family in his words and deeds.

Otherwise, how are you going to let the gangsters following you down below get along?

We fight and kill all day long. We are here to make money, not to work hard with our heads tied to our waists.

Death River looked calmly at Yuan Zhisheng, who was walking about ten meters in front of him and stopped, and asked, "Do hybrids have to register their identity?"

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head, put his hand on the knife handle, and spoke calmly, with a youthful air.

"No, you just need to pay attention to Tokyo's laws."

"Really?" Shihe paid slight attention to the knife Yuan Zhisheng put on his waist, then turned and left.

Yuan Zhisheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He compared the similar characters in his mind and unconsciously tightened his grip on the knife handle.

It looked so much like the crazy hybrid he had seen before.

Could it be...he is the source.

Thinking like this, Yuan Zhisheng reached out and took out his mobile phone and whispered: "Hui Yueji, check this person's itinerary."

Kaguya Princess was very fast, and in just a few seconds, the forged identity was revealed in front of Yuan Zhisheng.

From the place of birth to the time of entry, everything was fine and there was nothing suspicious about it.

Yuan Zhisheng closed the phone and muttered to himself: "Maybe my premonition was wrong... But with things happening now, it's normal for predictions to be wrong."

Yuan Zhisheng was almost immersed in the document. Regarding the economic conflicts in Tokyo, he had to give the opinions of the heads of the eight Sheqi families.

Today's Yuan Zhisheng is at the level of 007, working overtime and working hard all day long.

"Work, work, work, keep working." After exhaling, Genji crushed the remaining part of the cigarette and turned back to Genji Heavy Industries.