Hunter Star [Rebirth]

"The 'Scythe Weasel' we met before is here." When the alarm rang loudly, Pexi's voice came from the earphone, and it took some effort for Clorin to hear it clearly.

"What is he here for?" Clorin said as he looked up at Sareche. The man was standing in front of the alarm, tapping his fingers on the virtual keyboard, and he should be communicating with someone.

"He seems to be here to help us? The elites of the police station are also dispatched!"

Pexi's voice changed from doubt to surprise, and Clorin asked her and Ram to follow Roll closely, while she walked towards Sareche.

Sareche put away the virtual screen and asked Clorin with his eyes if there was something wrong.

"Leon Roll, the founder of Staghorn, is he your target?" Clorin asked, although it was a question, but his tone was affirmative.

"Yes." Sareche answered briskly.

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Duke."

At this moment, the door opened from the outside to the inside, and the person who came in should be the manager of the hotel. The lady saw the standing Sareche, the heavy fighting marks in the room, and the two corpses, her legs went weak and she almost sat down on her buttocks. to the ground.

"Duke L, you..."

Before the female manager finished speaking, Clorin walked around Sareche and went straight to the elevator.

"What's your name?" Sareche came over when the elevator door was half closed, the metal door slid open again, and after the elevator began to descend, Sareche broke the silence in the small space.

Clolin didn't answer.

"Tell me your name." Sareche changed to a commanding tone.

The boy was a few centimeters shorter than the gray-haired man beside him, and he had to look up slightly when looking at him, but Clorin didn't raise his head, but just moved his gaze upwards, as if rolling his eyes. "Thousands of Faces." This is the name Pexi chose and used mixedly on the road.

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"Our task is only to protect him during the Perfume Fund Conference. It is already ten o'clock, and the conference has ended according to the normal process, so the protection ends here, and Leon Roll is handed over to 'Scythe Weasel', he They are indeed Duke L's people." Clorin stuffed himself into the floating car, and said to Pexi and Ram on the other end of the headset.

After Jesse arrived at the Fragrance Fund Conference with the elite of the police department, he took over the difficult and procrastinating battle between Pesci and Ram, but in the end he let Mike White run away. This person controlled most of the AI ​​in the venue. In the midst of death, he found a way out for himself.

On behalf of Duke Sareche l. Alois, Jesse sent an invitation to Leon Rolle, who won the annual luxury men's fragrance award, hoping that Leon Rolle could participate in a project about "fragrance" that the Duke is planning come.

Leon Roll, who was stimulated one after another, didn't trust the person in front of him, and he held on to Ram and Pexi and refused to let go, so Clorin said these words.

"Okay then, the task is completed, see you later." Pexi said.

Clorin returned to the S Bar before the other two. During the golden hour of the day, he ordered two glasses of wine and occupied the last private room in the bar. Ten minutes later Pesci and Rahm pushed through the door.

"It's hard, you actually offered to drink." Pexi took off her windbreaker and threw it on the sofa, took a glass of wine and drank it down.

"Didn't you see that I only ordered for you two?" Clorin spread her hands.

This is a small private room with a three-seater sofa and two single sofas. Ladies and women's coats and handbags occupy the widest one. Ram sat down on the single sofa opposite Clorin and asked: "What happened?"

"Sareche L. Alois." Clolin read out the name, "There are three missions I participated in, and we all encountered this person."

"You say it like this...it seems to be true." Pexi couldn't help sitting upright. She and Ram had been in a three-point cycle of receiving tasks, completing tasks, and selling tasks to receive bonuses. The chairman's arrangement was absent for a month. If Clorin hadn't said it, the two of them might not have noticed.

"Once there are too many coincidences, there is a high chance that it is a conspiracy." Clorin called up the records of the three missions, enlarged the virtual screen and placed it in a position where all three could see it.

"These three tasks have something in common. The level is suitable for our team, and the average level of the level and type is higher than the reward." Pexi concluded that they have something in common.

"Except for this escort mission, the client of the previous two assassinations and stolen necklaces was anonymous." Ram frowned slightly, "Do you have any clues?"

"I was teleported to the Branagh Hotel tonight because of Alois. I overheard him talking to one of the members of the organization that was supposed to kill Leon Rolle. This organization and today The high-level leaders of the Horva galaxy have disagreements, and Leon Roll is the object of contention between the two sides." Clorin said.

"?" Pexi stroked her forehead and thought for a while, "I haven't heard of this organization."

"It literally means revolution. Whose life do you want to revolutionize?" Ram wet his finger in the wine glass and spelled out the word on the table.

"I don't know." Clolin leaned on the back of the sofa, "From this clue, Alois' camp and opposition, and when we carried out the assassination mission and stole the necklace, we all worked with Alois." The enemy, if you think about it this way, the two anonymous entrustors may be."

"They posted high-priced tasks on the r website. How come we happened to come across them? No, to be precise, it was Clorin." Pexi put her elbows on her lap and played with the empty wine glass, "Like It was a pair of hands that pushed you to the route they set. Although you are not a lamb, you are the knife that kills the lamb."

"Isn't this just killing people with the help of Clorin?" Ram said.

"Yes." Clorin nodded, "But my hand is not something they can borrow if they want."

"But why did they borrow your hand? You are an ordinary person, well, to be precise, someone between an ordinary person and a hunter, but even so, what can they get if you do things for them? The benefits? Boy, I'm not looking down on you, but the success rate of finding an S-level hunter is indeed much higher than yours." Pexi knocked on the table to make a point.

Pexi's words awakened Clorin. He was no longer the same as before. The former commander, Admiral Clolin Lawrence, had long since died, and he was even posthumously given the title of Prince Ludwig.He is just an unknown boy now, an ordinary person who can't even develop a D-level mental power domain.

Then the problem comes back again.

"Why did Clorin run into him three times? It's not that the Duke is interested in Clorin, so he came here to find fault." Ram said.

"He probably doesn't even know my real face." Clorin denied this possibility without hesitation.

"And it can't really be such a coincidence, such high-priced tasks are snatched up very quickly." As he spoke, Pexi flipped through the task records on the r website in the past two months, and the rewards were arranged from high to low. , in the assassination mission area, capture mission area, and escort mission area, the missions that Clorin took were ranked first.I looked at the other task areas, and the one with the highest reward did not exceed 50.00% of the average task.

"I take back what I just said. You are most likely selected." Pexi slowly looked up from the screen.

"Is there any way to find the information?" After Clorin entered this keyword on the Internet, the search results were word analysis and sentence construction, a movie and song named after it, and cosmetics of this brand.

"I think the intelligence office should be able to find their information for you, but the price is expensive." Ram said.

"What intelligence house?"

"The name is 'Information House'."