Traveling through the Republic of China to become a special agent, the system is very easy for me

At this time in the Fu family compound, in a corner of the kitchen, Zhu Xiang was silently looking at a sharp axe on the table.

The sharp axe gleamed coldly in the dim light. He received the order to act in the morning and sharpened the axe to an extremely sharp edge after returning.

He was now waiting for midnight to arrive. Normally, Fu Quan'an should have fallen asleep at this time.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he gave Fu Quan'an a bowl of ginseng soup before Fu Quan'an went to bed. He planned to go to Fu Quan'an's bedroom around twelve o'clock in the name of collecting the bowl. He often did this, but the time was a little earlier.

As time got closer, Zhu Xiang felt more and more nervous. Although he spoke easily to the people in Shancheng in the morning, this was his first time killing someone, and the person he killed was someone he had followed for more than 20 years.

Even though he was too familiar with this man and even had some feelings for him, he had to kill him, both to eliminate the harm to the country and for his family.

Thinking of this, I felt a little relieved.

He saw that the time was almost up and he felt that he could not wait any longer, so he took a deep breath to ease his tension, then lifted his shirt and inserted the axe diagonally across his waist. He lowered his shirt to cover the axe, so that from the outside you could not tell that there was an axe hidden inside.

Zhu Xiang was not worried that the guards downstairs would search him, because they all knew that Zhu Xiang was someone Fu Quan'an trusted, so when Zhu Xiang went to Fu Quan'an's bedroom, he was never searched.

Zhu Xiang calmed down, picked up the tray on the table and walked out of the kitchen.

He arrived at the downstairs of Fu Quan'an. Two guards were smoking and chatting at the stairs. When they saw Zhu Xiang coming over, one of them smiled and said:

"Master Zhu, it's a little late today. You might as well come and collect it tomorrow morning. Why bother making such a trip and delaying your rest?"

"I was busy with other things just now, so I was delayed for a while.

I also want to go to bed early, but I can't. If I don't take the dishes away and wash them, they will become rotten overnight and the master will be unhappy.

The master has been in a bad mood recently, so it's better to be careful."

Zhu Xiang said helplessly.

"Too."

The guard nodded sympathetically.

Zhu Xiang walked past two guards, went up the stairs, reached the second floor, and came to the end of the corridor.

There were three rooms on the second floor. Fu Quan'an lived in the innermost one. The other two rooms were originally the rooms of his wife and concubine. In order to have quietness, Fu Quan'an moved them to another building.

Normally he didn't sleep with his wife and concubines, only at mealtimes.

Zhu Xiang gently pushed the door open, then closed it, walked through the outer room, and entered Fu Quan'an's bedroom.

The moonlight shone into the room through the window. Zhu Xiang vaguely saw Fu Quan'an lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, snoring softly.

Zhu Xiang felt his heart beating violently. He took a deep breath and silently thought about the steps of killing someone, which he had recited countless times before.

He felt that his heartbeat was not as severe, so he walked carefully to Fu Quan'an's bed.

He took a piece of Fu Quan'an's clothes from the bedside and put it on inside out to prevent the blood from splattering on himself. Then he took out the sharp axe from his waist, aimed it at Fu Quan'an's neck, and swung it down.

I thought to myself, don’t blame me for being cruel, who asked you to be a traitor?

I hope I can be a good person in my next life!

As a chef with many years of experience, he has excellent knife skills, and his axe cut was accurate and powerful.

Blood splattered all over the place, and Zhu Xiang chopped with the axe twice with great force, almost cutting off Fu Quan'an's neck.

His head tilted to one side, and Fu Quan'an died in his sleep without even having time to make a sound.

Zhu Xiang dropped the axe, took off Fu Quan'an's clothes, which he was wearing inside out, and threw them on the bed. There were many blood stains on the clothes.

He had to leave Fu Quan'an's bedroom quickly, otherwise it would arouse the suspicion of the guards downstairs.

He placed the bowl of ginseng soup that Fu Quan'an was drinking and other tableware on the tray, and quickly walked out of Fu Quan'an's bedroom. When he went downstairs, the two guards were still chatting and did not notice anything wrong. They would never have thought that Zhu Xiang would harm Fu Quan'an.

Zhu Xiang returned to the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief. Under the light of the kitchen, he found blood on the back of his hand, which scared him.

Fortunately, the guard downstairs didn't notice it, maybe because of the dim light, or maybe the guard was so busy chatting that he didn't pay any attention at all.

What a risk!

Zhu Xiang was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly washed his hands.

According to the plan, he had to leave Fu Mansion overnight. He didn't want to stay here any longer.

Staying one minute longer is dangerous!

He calmed himself down and didn't even go back to the dormitory. He didn't have anything important to take with him, and his wife took away all the valuables.

He walked through the yard and came to the gate. The guard at the gate saw Zhu Xiang and asked curiously:

"Master Zhu, are you going out so late?"

Zhu Xiang pretended to be calm and said:

"I can't sleep. I want to go out for a walk and get some fresh air. When I'm tired, I can fall asleep when I come back."

The guard didn't think much about it and opened the door to let Zhu Xiang out.

After Zhu Xiang went out, he hurriedly walked eastward along the street. According to the agreement, someone would pick him up at the corner of the street ahead.

But he was still a little worried. What if no one came to pick him up?

Tomorrow morning, Fu Quan'an's body will be found, and the whole city will surely be hunting him down.

How could he escape from Shanghai? He would definitely die. Poor his wife and children are still in the mountain city. How can they survive?

People in the mountain city must never deceive themselves, otherwise they will be doomed.

Zhu Xiang felt uneasy and walked about four or five hundred meters. At this time, the street was empty.

Zhu Xiang finally arrived at the corner of the street, but didn't see anyone. He felt depressed and groaned inwardly.