CHAPTER 734: CHAPTER 354: THEN JUST KILL THEM ALL_3

"Wish you all good luck."

This was indeed a message sent to Si Xingye.

The message even had a picture of Geng Gui at the end.

Many people would be familiar with this cartoon character.

Shadow!

Gu Jianlin’s pupils constricted, the first thing he thought of was Shadow.

The secret organization under the President.

Specifically used to deal with The Order of the Hidden’s agents!

Ding dong.

Moon Princess’s phone also rang, a message had arrived on her phone too.

"Simply trying to escape won’t be enough, you must find a way to interrupt the singing, or even if you manage to get away, you won’t last long, as it can envelop the whole city. Three will buy you enough time to escape, and I will do everything I can to identify the carrier of the singing."

This message was sent in the form of a picture, with a pitch-black background.

The brother and sister exchanged a glance.

They had no idea how the other party knew their situation, but there was no time to think about it now.

Gu Jianlin endured the searing pain, suddenly executing virtualization, disappearing like a ghost.

Moon Princess silently turned into a ghost, slipping into the wall and fleeing swiftly.

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On the rooftop of a department store in Shinjuku District, someone was crawling on the terrace, using binoculars to focus on the convoy parked in the district, speaking in an unknown language: "The area near Shinjuku Station is about to become a battlefield, leave the on-site matters to you, no matter what, help them escape. If you die, I will take care of your body."

Saying this, the mysterious man paused slightly: "Including your family, I will take good care of them."

In the earphones, there was the sound of nails tapping on glass, a series of mysterious codes.

It meant: "We’ve worked together for so many years, you don’t even know my identity, how can you take care of my corpse? You don’t have to worry about my family, I’ve already bought a large insurance policy for myself."

The mysterious man calmly replied: "No problem, I can handle burials for everyone who dies, so I can take care of you, unless you can’t even leave a body today, I’ll also put up a plaque for you."

The tapping sound came from the earphones again.

This time the code translated to: "Serving this Crown Prince is really not easy, he truly can cause trouble. No choice, he’s someone the President trusts, if we want to win this war, we really have to rely on him, right?"

Crown Prince.

This was the special term used by Shadows for that young man.

There was no mockery implied.

It was just that the President had never been this lenient with anyone in his life.

Not even his own son was worthy.

So they called that young man the Crown Prince.

To receive such unique indulgence from the President, what else could he be but the Crown Prince?

In comparison, the Little Princess seemed like she was picked up from a garbage heap on a snowy night.

The mysterious man calmly said: "In any case, the President’s meaning is, at all costs, protect him, you and I may die in this war, but he cannot. Speaking of which, can you hear the singing?"

The tapping sound came from the earphones again: "My rank is not high enough, I can’t hear it."

The mysterious man fell into silence.

This was really quite a troublesome matter.

The mysterious man had learned some secrets about Buzhou Mountain through special channels.

Including their special means to deal with the young lady.

That was the singing.

If he guessed correctly, the young lady should be with the Crown Prince.

Once exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Looks like I have to take action myself."

The mysterious man sighed softly, because making the first move for agents like them was almost equivalent to death.

All of a sudden, the mysterious man was startled.

Because someone stood silently beside him, holding a cup of cold coffee.

It was a man in a suit and tie, smiling: "After lurking in the Dark World for so many years, it’s a shame to be exposed like this. If my junior brother knew you died for him, he would blame himself for life."

The mysterious man turned his head in disbelief.

What met his gaze was a pair of deep eyes, followed by a gentle smile.

"Good evening."

Jing Ci sipped a bit of coffee, speaking indifferently: "Leave the singing to me."

The mysterious man, being a well-trained agent, quickly snapped out of his absurdity and shock, saying incredulously: "It’s you, do you have a way to find the source of the singing?"

Jing Ci was taken aback: "No."

He truly didn’t seem to have thought of this question.

The mysterious man was dumbfounded: "Then what the hell are you talking about?"

Jing Ci looked up at the rolling clouds in the sky, a hint of bloodlust emerging in his eyes.

"No problem, since we don’t know who it is, let’s kill them all."

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