Vol 2 Chapter 384: Code name one thousand two hundred and seventy-five

Landus Star j district, which belongs to a satellite city of Zhongjing City, also gathers a large number of residents.
Because this is a transit point for trade between Zhongjing City and several major cities.
In Zone J, there are more than 70 intercity rail cars to the city center every day.
Special products and goods gathered from all over the planet are transferred here, and then sent to the main city, placed on beautiful shelves for people to choose.
Benefiting from its unique geographical location, this place is particularly prosperous and lively, so it is also a mixed zone of three religions and nine classes.
The satellite city does not have as many laws and regulations as the main city, and there are not so idle police officers who will specifically come to stare at this area that is bordered by various gray industries.
Therefore, many chambers of commerce, logistics companies, and mercenary organizations have chosen zone j as their base.
This is a method that the Landuxing government has devised in order to centrally manage these scattered organizations. This is equivalent to a free land specially approved by the government.
Unexpectedly, since it was established more than a decade ago, public security in the downtown area of ​​Zhongjing has improved a lot.
But to talk about the shortcomings, the public security in District J is not very good, and the environmental sanitation in this area is really bad.
In the past few years, the government has had the intention to plan the J area separately, but due to various resistances, it finally ran aground.
Compared with the main urban area, there is no strict air control and no-air order here, and the launch and landing of large and small spacecraft is very random.
At first glance from a distance, you might even think that this is a lively space port.
A small personal spaceship painted in light yellow quickly passed over the sky.
From the outside, the painting on the spaceship is extremely dilapidated. It seems that the appearance has not been taken care of for more than ten years, and some of the letters and symbols on the painting have been a bit blurred.
But such spaceships are everywhere in Zone J. They are all guys who race against time or life. As long as the spacecraft can fly, the shape of the spacecraft is useful.
So this small spaceship is unremarkable.
In the spaceship, there was a huge figure with a burly figure and a black cloak sitting quietly in the main seat. In front of him, there was a row of people all kneeling on one knee.
"My lord, it has been ascertained that the base of the Killing Hand will be the Bird Bar in the underground black market."
"Very well, leave all the information to me, and put me directly at the door of the black market in a while." The coercion in this voice made the half-kneeling people press their heads lower.
"Yes, my lord."
Andumari waved his hand to signal these people to leave.
In the end, he was the only one left in the main command room.
The huge figure was trapped in the soft sofa, and a slightly mocking muttering sounded: "You don't tell me, so I'm here. Let me see what the Killers Association has made over the years. The family is clearly leaning on the heads. The organization that eats must advertise itself and draw a clear line from the dark forces."
"It's a joke! A big joke."
"Solomon needs to stand up, this is just the first step..."
The tone diminished a little, and finally the flatness almost disappeared.
The spacecraft flew quickly and finally landed on the edge of the entrance to a huge underground square.
Four or five burly men with a sturdy aura walked out of the spaceship and quickly took their positions.
Then a moment later, a burly figure two meters tall appeared, with a black cloak covering the giant's body.
A strong voice sounded: "You go back, I'll be back in ten minutes."
"Yes, my lord!"
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The underground black market is an extremely representative place in District J.
This is the favorite of mercenaries and fighters, and businessmen like to get effective information from here.
In the underground black market, the only law is the fist. Wherever the fist is, then the rules are.
On the negative second floor of the underground black market, colorful lights flood the interior of the building, and neon lights of all shapes and sizes are telling people their role in a primitive way.
Among them, Building 44 on the second floor is a well-known bar here.
Bird bar.
Although the name is weak, the girl inside is spicy enough, the drinks inside are fidelity and delicious enough, the information inside is accurate enough, and the boss's backstage is big enough.
The Bird Bar has a surprisingly good business, with countless people partying in it every day.
At this moment, a deafening voice sounded, and a young waiter in a small suit was busy bartending a drink behind the bar, when a huge black shadow came into view.
The young waiter hurriedly raised his head. The man in front of him was full of momentum. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the burly body under the cloak gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
This situation surprised the waiter who was almost immune to the muscle man.
The young waiter gave a big smile:
"Hello sir, what wine do you drink?"
"April flowers, gardenia wine, porcelain cups, capacity...1275."
The waiter's eyelids moved lightly, looking at the huge black shadow in front of him, thinking in his heart that he hadn't seen a killer of this size in the past three months.
However, the incision is correct. This seems to be an unorganized free killer who has completed the bounty task and handed in the task.
Code 1275.
Such a low-level killer should have wandered from other cities.
But thinking about it, it has already started to wander, it is definitely not a powerful person.
The waiter lowered his head and drew out a glass of gardenia, handed it to the tall black figure, and then began to slap under his feet with a strange frequency.
After a while, the waiter winked at his partner, signaled to take over, and walked out of the bar by himself.
He whispered to the shadow: "Come with me."
The huge figure in the cloak gave a hum, indicating that he knew.
Pushing away the tumultuous crowd, there was a waiter in front, and two strong security personnel standing at the door stepped aside ~EbookFREE.me~ A hidden door had already opened in the deep.
There were only two quiet footsteps along the way, entering the secret door one after another.
Finally, when the huge black shadow disappeared, no one saw a sneer hanging on his mouth.
The secret door closed.
The thick and cold corridor, the huge black shadow almost filled the corridor alone.
After walking for a few seconds and turning a right-angle turn, my eyes brightened.
The waiter stood still, and his voice was not as soft as before. Instead, it turned into a very flat tone: "Killer 1275, you can do it yourself, my mission is over."
"no."
The huge black shadow shook his head, took out a cylindrical instrument from his arms, and gently pressed it on the wall next to it.
The click was successful.
The red light came on and turned to green after only a second.
There was a dangerous light in the waiter's eyes, and a chill in his voice: "1275, do you know where this is, who gave you the courage!?" His fingers had quietly pressed to the trousers.
Who gave you the courage to put down the signal isolator at the headquarters of the Killing Hand Association.
"Who? Of course it's me. I came to find your leader."
"You're not 1275!?" The young man suddenly raised his head. He didn't know when there was a rotating knife in his hand, flashing and stabbing forward.
"Killer 37, nicknamed the Knife Swordsman, pretending to be the waiter at the Bird Bar. Tsk, overkill."
There was a sneer under the huge black shadow, his right hand was suddenly raised, and a series of sparks appeared in the palm.
The sharp blade didn't make a half point at all.
Behind the palm, under the cloak, there is a cold mask.
Above the mask, cruel yellow eyes flashed by.
(To be continued.)