Broken Blade is beyond repair? Start by fusing the Demon Blade Thousand Blades

"They, they..."

On the side of the road, there is a yellow sports car with a girl sitting in the passenger seat looking at the alley.

A pair of eyes with pink contact lenses were full of surprise.

Killed!

The other party actually dared to kill the eldest son of the chaebol family!

How bold! How bold!

Yang Lin turned around and looked, then controlled the trash can to open the lid and threw Chanyu's body into it.

"Although you are not the target, if I let you go like this, I will probably have to live in hiding for the next three days."

He made eye contact with the girl sitting in the passenger seat, and clearly saw the shock and disbelief in her eyes.

Yang Lin grasped the magic sword Thousand Blades in his right hand and it appeared out of thin air.

An inconspicuous fragment fell off the blade that was made up of a thousand pieces, and then it flew out at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound with a whoosh.

The girl in the passenger seat suddenly jolted, her pupils lost their luster, and a red dot slowly appeared between her eyebrows, as if it was dotted with cinnabar.

The pieces flew back to the blade, "I'm sorry."

He put away his weapon and used his air control to control the girl, moving her into the alley like a puppet.

Wow!

The lid of the trash can was opened and the girl was thrown into it, her body colliding with the trash making a loud noise.

Yang Lin pulled with his middle finger, and the silver-white sword blade popped out.

He gently wiped off the blood and retracted the sword just before walking out of the alley.

"Just now, I just flew into the air and Chanyu lost his target. How stupid! Socha didn't even raise his head."

Walking out of the alley, he looked around.

"The commotion just now did not attract any onlookers, fortunately."

It was quite normal to say, Chanyu and the woman both got off the car in a very ordinary way.

Passing drivers and pedestrians would just take a look at the yellow sports car and then leave in a hurry.

In this country.

The internal competition is serious and everyone is very busy.

No one has time to see what goes on in the alleys during the workday.

Even if there were, Yang Lin wouldn't mind killing a few more people.

That green trash can is quite big, and it is no problem to put a few adults in it.

He walked to the yellow sports car, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

"This car is pretty good. Selling it should be able to cover my training resource expenses for more than a week."

He glanced around again to make sure no one was watching him, then stepped on the accelerator and sped away with a roar.

Target the building ahead.

Inside the Assassin's Temple.

Temple staff pulled out a mobile whiteboard.

Written on the whiteboard were the names of the eight major assassin organizations.

"I am Yang Lin from the Seven Color Sect. I will be the first to assassinate Chan Yu, one of the additional targets. Remember this."

Looking at the screen, the Seven-Colored Sect Leader said while waving his fan.

The temple staff took out a pen and wrote a "one" under the seven-colored door.

"cut."

The leader of the Black Hand Gang snorted.

He glanced at the Seven Killers Sect Leader and said:

"This kid has been killed by one of your disciples. How do we deal with his family?"

The Seven Killers Sect Leader smiled slightly and said, "How else can it be solved? Just do it the same as last time."

At this time, in a particularly luxurious manor on the outskirts of the Korean capital.

Screams came and went.

In the extremely luxurious European and American style garden, countless famous flowers and plants are covered with fresh human blood.

puff.

A man with his face covered pulled the sword from the corpse on the ground.

He turned around and looked at his colleagues behind him who were doing the same thing as him.

"Fei Xi, we've finished dealing with this, how about the one in the main building?"

The man threw away the body whose head was blown up by his punch.

"I don't know, but these security guards are all in the fifth realm, and only one captain is in the sixth realm. Our team members are all in the sixth realm and above the fifth level, so it's easy for us to deal with these wealthy businessmen."

"By the way, Wu Li, what has this Korean family done wrong? It's time for the organization to send our team to wipe them out."

The man wiped the blood off the blade of his sword.

The spiritual energy transmitted the message:

"I heard that it was these guys, together with the alien race, that extended their drug trafficking hands to the territory of the eight major assassin organizations. You know the lotus that can make people hallucinate."

"And it's not just us. The other eight assassin organizations have sent people to wipe out these families that are colluding with aliens."

Codename Feixi nodded.

I thought to myself, no wonder there are so few mission tokens in the sect square these days.

It turned out that most of the powerful disciples were sent out to do the same tasks as them.

......

On a main road with few vehicles.

A yellow sports car stopped by the roadside, and Yang Lin glanced at the man on the bus stop.

The man also looked at Yang Lin.

The two of them almost simultaneously used their spiritual energy to transmit their voices:

"Qi?"

"soul?"

Well, this time I’m meeting an old acquaintance.

"You are going to the building as well, right? Get in the car, we are on our way." Yang Lin said.

Black Soul did not pretend. He walked forward, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Remember to wear your seat belts.

Yang Lin stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

Looking at the interior of the car and the Lamborghini logo on the steering wheel, Black Soul couldn't help but ask:

"Could it be that you put the sports car into the space ring in advance?!"

"Um... Although my space ring can hold it, I don't have the time to do that. I borrowed this sports car from the more than 100 people who were the extra targets for assassination."

Dark Soul was slightly startled.

"You mean you just got here and you eliminated one of the 120 extra assassination targets?"

Yang Lin: “Yeah.”

"You're in luck. I just got here not long ago and was planning to take the bus to Target Building."

Dark Soul does not have Yang Lin’s perspective ability.

He also knew that flying casually would be too conspicuous, so he kept walking on the ground and could not see the Lingkuang Enterprise Building even when he looked up.

It’s about five or six kilometers away, and there’s a residential area next to it.

Even if you see it, you can only see the back and cannot confirm whether it is the target location of the mission.

The dark soul blew the wind, and his eyes kept scanning the passers-by around him, trying to find an additional assassination target.

Yang Lin was driving the car and suddenly thought of something and frowned.

"In this small place, there are more than a hundred assassination targets. Don't you think this is a bit unreasonable?"

The land area of ​​South Korea is not large, so even if this city is bigger, it won't be much bigger.

It is indeed strange that it can accommodate more than a hundred mission targets.

Hearing this, the black soul in the passenger seat also realized something was wrong.

"Qi, what you said makes a lot of sense."

"When we normally carry out missions, there are at most fourteen mission targets in a city, and those are usually gangs with similar goals."

"And this small city in the country can accommodate more than a hundred mission targets. It's unreasonable."

Black Soul touched the car body with his right hand, his eyes full of intelligence.

"Also, judging from the brand and appearance of this car, it would cost at least tens of millions to buy it. Is your target one of the 120 targets, the eldest son of a chaebol family, Chanyu?"