Chapter 14 Inside Story

Chapter 14 Inside Story

Chapter 14 Inside Story
"This organization dares to assassinate a county magistrate? No one cares about this?"

Looking at the huge task list in front of him, Lin Shan didn't have time to sigh before he saw the twenty or so men in black who came with him all went up to the second floor and hurriedly caught up with this small group.

After going up to the second floor and taking a quick look, he found that the layout was similar to the first floor, except that there were two lines in front of the counter, so Lin Shan followed in. He saw everyone handing out their identity tokens to the registration staff in front, as if they were settling their tasks.

It was Lin Shan's turn. He handed over the token in his arms. The person who registered was a young woman in her twenties. She had a black mole on the tip of her nose, but she was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Xin Ershiyi, the collective mission of robbing and killing the official silver has been completed, personal contribution is 15 points, and collective contribution is 5 points."

"Total contribution 20 points, token balance 50 points."

After recording, the woman with the black mole threw the token to him before Lin Shan could digest the information.

"Next!"

……

"A mission to rob and kill the government officials? So the money for those dozen or so carts of escorts is all government silver? My goodness, that must be hundreds of thousands of taels!"

Lin Shan was also secretly shocked. In the face of huge interests, the government joined forces with the powerful to set up a scheme, and Wang Biaotou was sacrificed for the interests.

But then I thought, as a killer, I only contributed 20 points to such a shocking case! Isn't that too little?

And why is this fat guy's legacy only 30 points? After all, he is also a master of dirty tricks who has entered Jiang Hufa's sight!

After being a killer for so many years, this is it?

Lin Shan had no idea that he was a latecomer. In the case of robbing and killing the government silver, he was just one of the escapees and did not make any contribution at all. It was good enough that he could be given the task.

After walking around the second floor, he found that most of the killers went downstairs after handing over the mission, and only a few went up to the third floor. He hesitated for a moment and followed them.

There is a big sign at the entrance of the third floor.
Exchange Hall.

Lin Shan understood everything immediately. He entered the lobby, which was arranged similarly to the first and second floors. The background board behind the counter listed a densely packed exchange list:

"1000 points of Xiantian Kung Fu from the Precious Yellow Book".

"1000 points of the innate skill of "Mayfly in the Sky"".

"500 points of acquired martial arts in "Manghuang Jin""

"300 points of acquired martial arts of "Giant Spirit Palm""

"200 points of acquired skills from the "Mammoth Secret""

……

Lin Shan was dazzled by the sight of the innate skills that could be exchanged. He could not help but be impressed by Nightingale's generosity. The innate skills were a secret that would not be passed down to other families or sects, and could not be easily passed down to anyone other than the core orthodox.

But in Nightingale, no matter you are a latecomer or a veteran, contribution points are king!

But Lin Shan calmed down and calculated carefully. He had to rob hundreds of thousands of government silver and mobilize more than 20 assassins. Such a big task only gave 50 points. If he wanted to collect enough points to exchange for the innate skills, he would have to do such a task times!

Lin Shan couldn't help but shake his head. The killer was always dancing on the edge of a knife. If he died accidentally once, he would never recover, just like his predecessor, the short and fat man. There were 50 big missions with top masters participating in them. Who dared to say that he could escape unscathed every time?

When he read on and saw the acquired martial arts giant palm, Lin Shan recalled the scene of fighting side by side with Master Pu against the short fat man. He also roughly understood that the guy probably spent all his savings to buy an external martial arts, which was why he was so poor.

"That's a full three hundred points!"

Lin Shan was heartbroken and secretly cursed the short and fat man for being a spendthrift! He wasted the property that should have belonged to him!
"I have 50 points now, what can I exchange for?"

Lin Shan, with a sad face, finally found in the corner that the only items below fifty points were some medicines for bruises, medicines for wounds, and some weapons.

A steel knife costs 20 points!
Lin Shan suddenly remembered that when he was fighting with Scarface, that guy was reluctant to throw away the steel knife in his hand even though the blade was bent.

"So, Scarface only has enough money to replace his knife after returning from a mission?"

The exploitative face of the capitalist! Poor office worker with scars!

Lin Shan stroked his chin and thought, when he suddenly realized something: "Shit, I forgot about Scarface!" He quickly turned around and looked around the stairs. The halls on the first and second floors were still brightly lit, but the men in black were all covered tightly with turbans and headscarves, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

After all, killers also have identities in real life. Once we take off our black clothes, we become good citizens!

What? You mean the killer? What does that have to do with me?
Lin Shan looked depressed. Now, because of his negligence, the scar on his face turned from bright to dark, and the two of them switched between offense and defense.

Originally, he thought that he could use the Broken Machine Palm to fight Scarface without Scarface knowing that he had the innate secret skills, and he would have a good chance of winning, thus directly eliminating this trouble. But now he can only take one step at a time and see what happens.

Okay, let him go for now.
……

Lin Shan took a look and found that this "Jing'an Residence" had more than three floors. There was more on top. He decided to go to the fourth floor to have a try.

Before he stepped onto the stairs leading to the fourth floor, an elderly voice sounded in his ears.

"Go up if you're not afraid of death. The fourth floor is where Guardian Jiang rests. If you go up without me leading you, you will surely die."

Lin Shan's raised right foot suddenly froze. He turned around and saw an old man with a white beard sitting calmly beside the exchange counter, looking at him with a smile.

Lin Shan hurried over to thank him, "Thank you for your advice, may I know your name?"

"You are new here, young man. You don't even know these rules." The old man stroked his beard and drank tea slowly.

"My last name is Jiang, and I'm in charge of the third floor. Most people call me Manager Jiang."

Lin Shan bowed hastily, thinking that this old man seemed easy to talk to and could tell at a glance that he was a newcomer, so he could just ask him for some information.

"My ancestors live in Guangnan County. I am new here. I hope you can teach me the rules of Nightingale."

What the killer fears most is exposing his public identity. Others dare not tell him that he comes from the Qinghe County Escort Agency, but Protector Jiang must know it, and the more than 20 colleagues who robbed the government silver probably also know it.

But I covered my face and hid for a few days. When we met again, no one would know who was who, unless they locked themselves in from the short fat man's token number. But the only one who knew everyone's number was probably Jiang Hufa, and Jiang Hufa naturally disdained to deal with a scum like me.

Lin Shan still maintained a cautious attitude. After all, one could never know what troubles might arise from a single mistake, so one had to be careful when traveling in the world.

Manager Jiang didn't care whether what he said was true or not. He took a sip of tea and put it down. He just smiled at him without saying a word.

Lin Shan immediately understood and took out ten taels of silver from his pocket and presented it to him.

"Ruzi can be taught!"

Manager Jiang took the money and naturally did not hesitate to give more advice. As he slowly explained, Lin Shan gradually gained a general understanding of the Nightingale assassin organization.

The general underworld forces basically rise and fall within a hundred years, but the ancient killer organization Nightingale has existed for eight hundred years.

The reason is simple. This organization is like raising Gu, the capable ones are promoted and the weak ones are demoted, so every senior executive is a person of excellent mind and martial arts! In addition, with the tradition of "recognizing orders but not people", there will be no dilemma of lack of successors, and at the same time, it is also well-known in the martial arts world.

Almost all martial artists in the martial arts world know that "recognize orders, not people" and admire him very much.

The "Jing'anju" in the city of Zangke County is just a branch of Nightingale in the southwest of the Song Dynasty. There are more than a dozen branches like this one in various places.

The headquarters is said to be located in the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty, Tokyo Bianliang!

The leader of the branch in Zangke County is naturally an innate master, but he has been traveling for many years and his whereabouts are unknown. Therefore, the affairs of the branch are basically managed by the half-step innate master Jiang Hufa.

Nightingale's restrictions on killer members are not too strict. Apart from the most basic requirement of not disclosing their bases and employers, ordinary members must complete at least three missions a year.

Of course, Manager Jiang also secretly revealed that if they were willing to spend money to help him, the mission could be negotiated.

Finally, Manager Jiang, out of consideration for the ten taels of silver, kindly gave him a suggestion that he could use the contribution points to buy some hidden weapons for self-defense.

Just like that, Lin Shan spent all the 50 points in the token to buy a hidden arrow, and walked out of "Jing'anju" under the smiling eyes of Manager Jiang.

It was just dawn outside. Lin Shan stood on the steps in front of the gate. The morning breeze cleared his mind a little. He looked at his identity token and the sleeve arrow in his hand.

Well, now I’m poor again!
(End of this chapter)