Orderer

Midnight is the busiest time on Bar Street.

In places like nightclubs or casinos, the back door is connected to a deserted and dark alley, which serves as a passage for garbage.Under the radiance of the city lights, the slightly red moonlight reflected on the water pool, reflecting pieces of palpitating, icy light.

The night was as cool as water, I put my hands in the pockets of my black robe, and walked through the winding alleys.

A sound similar to wild dogs gnawing came from behind the trash can. As I approached, the sound stopped suddenly, and then a green head poked out from behind the trash can.

Bright red blood trickled down from the corner of its mouth, and human body residues were still hanging on its claws, which was very terrifying.

It's just such a thing, hiding at the back entrance of this bustling casino, preying on passing drunks every night.In a metropolis with an astonishing flow of people like this, missing a person every day does not attract much attention, not to mention that it usually eats up people, not a single hair is left.

There is no body, no movement, even if the police call the police, it is impossible for the police to think that there is such a monster in the world.

"...delicious." The monster stared at me with blood-red eyes, and smiled hoarsely and slowly.

I took half a step back, and the monster flew towards me with a "hoo".

It is as tall as half my body, and its skin is dark green, covered with large and small bumps, which are actually its respiratory organs.The claws are about one meter long, of which the nails are [-] centimeters long, three on each side, like six gleaming daggers.

With a swipe, three fingernails passed in front of my eyes, the monster missed a single hit, roared, and swung its arm again with another claw!

Just when the claws were about to tear my cheeks, I pulled one hand out of my pocket and drew a square half a meter long and wide.As the invisible box was sealed, a bright white light lit up in the box with a swipe, and then the monster screamed sharply, and was suddenly sucked in by the white light.

"...Wei—the Orderer!" The monster roared angrily from the distant time and space, but soon the box disappeared into the air, and the alley returned to darkness, with nothing left.

This world is a huge space belonging to human beings, and this technique opens the entrance to another space.Some ferocious monsters or man-eating plants will escape into the human world from the gap in time and space, and hide secretly in the city to prey on or harm humans. At this time, someone needs to catch them and send them back.

The person engaged in this kind of work has an unknown name—the Orderer.

Maintain the order of each world, balance time and space, and correct the normal progress of history.

This is what we do.

"- Finished the work so quickly? It's only one o'clock," a hoarse male voice came from mid-air: "You are really motivated, Yi Feng."

When I turned around, a blond man wrapped in a black robe was floating in mid-air. The wide hem of his clothes fluttered slightly in the night wind, like an ugly giant jellyfish.

"Great, I thought you would be passive and sabotage after being punished. It seems that you are not a lazy employee." The blond jellyfish man grinned.

Unfortunately, this large jellyfish is my boss—no, it should be said to be the boss of most of the Orderers.

Adam Clay, his heroic and cruel deeds can be traced back hundreds of years in human history. From the Italian Renaissance, you can find traces of his presence in some ancient books.It is said that he was a water zombie salvaged from the bottom of the sea by sailors in the era of great voyages. At that time, the number of Orderers was still very small, and the recruitment conditions were also very low. Basically, as long as you applied for a job, you could become a zombie. A member of the Order of the World.

Adam's qualifications are very old and his status is very high.Since I became an Orderer, I only saw him make a move once.

It was an Orderer who was as dissatisfied with the jellyfish man as I was, and challenged Adam Clay.

Then within 5 minutes, the Orderer was blasted into pieces by him and thrown into an unknown dimension.

Since then, I have never given up on the idea of ​​fighting against this jellyfish man. Basically, I will do whatever he tells me to do. At most, I will greet his eighteen generations of ancestors bitterly in my heart—but then again, as a A water zombie, does he have ancestors?

"Hi, Lord Adam! Why are you here?" A white light flashed in midair, and a young and beautiful boy jumped out from the space door and grabbed the jellyfish man's neck, "It's disgusting, I'm looking for you All night! Didn't you invite me tonight...?"

When Adam looked at me, his condescending expression immediately turned into a pornographic one: "How could I live up to your enthusiasm, my lovely little Casey. Have you completed your assassination mission tonight?"

Casey pulled down the already low skirt again, revealing a large piece of enchanting snow-white skin: "It's disgusting, how can I carry out the mission with peace of mind without you by my side, my dearest Lord Adam. I would rather Dedicate the good time of the night to you instead of boring quests and killing people."

Adam was obviously moved: "But Casey..."

"Hush——" Kathy gently pressed her index finger to Adam's lips provocatively, "Don't bring up such a terrible thing during our beautiful night. Isn't there Yi Feng for tasks or something?"

Here we go again, I thought depressingly.

Casey or Adam, it's hard for me to tell which one I hate more.In terms of obnoxiousness and selfishness, the two of them have always stood at the unattainable heights, and they are almost equal.

Since the first day I joined the Order of the Order, Casey, the leader of the assassination team, has always looked at me in every possible way.You must know that the status of the team leader is quite high. Although I am not affiliated with the assassination team, I also have no way to directly refuse his order.

One thing he often said to me is: "Oh, Yi Feng, what a pity. I have a very tricky assassination mission, but tonight I want to spend a good night with Lord Adam, so can you pass my The task is also completed?"

He could ask his team members to help him carry out tasks, and he could also ask other capable and qualified Orderers to replace him, but he never did that.

He's been throwing me the toughest, most menacing assignments, hogging my meager hours of rest, and tripping me up so often that I'd rather die on them.

In all honesty, I have never offended him. Ever since I entered the Order of the Order, I can count the things I have said to him on ten fingers, and most of them are: "Okay." "Yes." mission completed."

So why Kathy wanted to see me die so much, I was really confused.

"I remember that Yi Feng's work time is... nine o'clock in the human world?" Adam Clay looked at his old medieval style pocket watch, showing his sharp fangs, and smiled very maliciously.Every time I see his smile, I can't help the urge to stab a knife into his rectum - until the day I'm sure I can beat him.

"You still have more than seven hours, which is enough to complete Casey's task. It's not troublesome, anyway, you've already gotten used to it, haven't you?" Adam Clay turned to Casey with a smile, and reached out to hook him His slender and enchanting waist.

"Yi Feng will take care of everything." Casey smiled sweetly and charmingly, and looked at me sideways from the corner of her eyes.

"If he still has time, remember to write the report and hand it to me."

"He'll do it, he always does."

"So Yifeng." Adam leaned down from mid-air, stretched out his hand to hook my chin, "I'm waiting for your report—remember it's two copies."

Before the claws of this water zombie approached, I drew out my dagger and slashed at it without blinking. Of course, he avoided it at the critical moment.In the next second, I stepped back half a step, and the space door behind me engulfed me directly.

Before stepping into the space door, I only saw Adam's claws retracted like lightning, and Casey's seemingly regretful expression.

One day I'm going to kill these two bastards.

...if I can beat them.

When the space door opened again, I was already standing on the land of another city.Outside the door on the second floor of a certain nightclub, a group of people could be seen drinking and singing through the crack of the door, and meeting women by the way.

This is actually just a simple task with a level of C.This group of drinkers is a group of drug dealers, and one of them, Zam, is the latest underworld predator who has taken over the major drug smuggling routes in the Golden Triangle and has become a monopoly drug supplier for a while. .The way he came out was very bloody. Others pay attention to playing tricks and tricks, but he only cares about killing people.

Before the Order's troops received the assassination mission, he already had hundreds of lives in his hands, and these crimes were all covered up under the bribes of money, gold bars, power, and women.

The Order is not a force to maintain justice, but we must maintain the correct direction of history.

If history shows that the man should have died at 30, but he was alive at 31, then we have to strangle him.Otherwise, everything he does will affect the correct history and cause history to develop in the wrong direction.

Killing an ordinary human is no different to killing an ant for the Order. The only tricky thing is that Zam must be accompanied by a large number of bodyguards when traveling, and the Order cannot leave any traces when doing things.After all, what is usually recorded in history is: "a certain important person was killed in an explosion/shooting/car accident at a certain location", not "a certain important person was killed at a certain location by a masked man in black." .

This is really inconsistent with Casey's high-profile and arrogant style of conduct.

No wonder he wants to push this kind of work on me.

I pushed open the door with the wine tray in my hand, and walked into the private room leisurely.

In a dark corner, two women are stripped almost naked, giggling and avoiding a man's flirting.The smell of makeup powder and wine smells mixed, rushing to make people's temples throb.

Very bad, the smell of desire.

Orderers usually have very few desires—Casey is a minority... Even if there is any impulse, most Orderers will not just ask humans to solve it, because human bodies are fragile after all.

I have almost forgotten what the human body looks like.Wrapped in thick darkness all day long, the solitary running life exhausted all my enthusiasm.Even if there is any throbbing, it is mostly consumed in dangerous and secret tasks.

I walked over to put down the wine glass, a woman giggled, suddenly bumped into me, and threw herself straight into my arms.

"..." I silently avoided her.

"Who are you, are you new here? Why haven't I seen you before?" The woman was obviously drunk, she pursed her red lips and moved towards me, "Hahaha, don't hide, hahahahaha, I hate you ..."

Girl, you made a mistake, where is the benefactor you want to curry favor with, although he will be dealt with by me soon.

"Don't hide, I like you, I like you so much..." The woman tore off the few textiles on her upper body, and crawled towards me very provocatively, "Do you want me to drink? Feed me I'll just drink..."

I turned my head away from her white arms and put the champagne on the table.

"You got the wrong partner, sweetheart." Zam got up lazily, grabbed me and pulled me towards him, "Baby, you are so handsome...do you consider staying with me in the exam? The money is... ...it's all yours!"

I passively took a step forward, and Zam sat on the sofa, holding my hand tightly, and pushed me onto the sofa.The woman laughed and entangled me in a dazed state. The other woman was already half lying on the sofa, tenderly grasping the half-empty wine bottle that was bubbling out, and at the same time her two feet were pointing towards this place. Stretching around.

Drunk men and women are often more difficult to deal with than tentacle plants in the devil world.

Zam grabbed my shoulders and pulled my head down to his face. The smell of alcohol almost hit my face: "Tsk tsk, you really look like me, I like it! How much do you want? How much do you want?" , make an offer!"

I hold out two fingers.

"Two, two thousand? Twenty thousand?" Zam took money out of his pocket and threw out the banknotes one by one, "All, all for you, it's all yours! Hahaha..."

I put two fingers together and slowly extended them to his temple.

Zam's eyes were drunk, and he seemed to feel a little danger in a trance, but he was quickly submerged in strong lust.

When he started to tear at the front of my shirt, I pressed my fingertips against his warm temple, and with a puff, I stabbed straight in!

The fiery flesh and brains flowed over the fingers in an instant, and soon became cold again.I pulled out my fingers calmly, Zam's eyes were still staring, he twitched twice, and fell down on the sofa with a thud.

The red flesh and white brains mixed together and flowed onto the carpet.

The deafening music in the box continued.

The woman was so drunk that she just buried her face in my chest and babbled.I gently pushed them away, exited the box, and closed the door.

In just a few seconds, a woman's shrill cry suddenly erupted in the box, and then there was a commotion, with footsteps rumbling one after another.Soon a few bodyguards opened the door with a bang, but they could no longer find me.

I slowly fastened the buttons of my black robe and walked into the space door.

After each mission is over, a report must be written and handed over to Adam as evidence that history has been revised.Many Orderers hate writing reports. Most of them simply write what they did in a certain place on a certain day in a certain year, and they will settle the matter in a few words.Adam Clay was very tolerant to them, but he was picky about my report, and basically he could not complete the task with a few thousand words.

He not only asked me to write down the time and place clearly, but also asked me to write down the process of the development of the matter. From the beginning to the end, every detail was required to be extremely detailed. If necessary, I would keep dictating the process until he was satisfied.

I don't want to write on this mission report that I was molested by two naked women and a drunk man.When a similar incident happened last time, Adam Clay was very interested and asked me to describe every detail in detail, including how many people surrounded me, how my collar was ripped off, where, at what angle, what Feeling, being pushed without...

I have every reason to suspect that my boss is actually a dirty novelist who hides his identity.