The killer sister from the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 82 That's it

Facing the sharp eyes of these men, Wu Junle was shocked, and moved his legs back unconsciously.

At this moment, the door that had just been closed was opened again, and a bald man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth walked in. He was about 1.9 meters tall, looked down at Wu Junle who was bumping into him, stared for a moment, and took off his mouth. The smoke in the bag, said: "Jun Le, find a seat to sit, and you, scared the little kid."

It turned out to be a familiar person, so Wu Junle breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily, "Brother Wen, I'm not a brat."

"Then why are you scared when you see these idiots?" This Brother Wen, whose full name is Wen Lang, is one of the leaders of the organization. As for his position, it is still a mystery. His fierce appearance is actually very kind in his heart. It's all about care.

"I..." Wu Jun hesitated to speak, and weakly glanced at the few people in front of him.

"Take your eyes off, you scared the kid." Wen Lang said with a smile again.

"You look scary enough," the man with long braids said with a smile as well.

"Look, they are all idiots." Wen Lang said happily to Wu Jun.

"You're the idiot." Another man sitting on a chair with his legs crossed said.

"Sit down." Wen Lang gave Wu Junle a slight push and gave him a look.

Wu Junle didn't say anything, and sat silently on the chair to the left of the man with long braids.

The man with long braids turned his face sideways, and stared straight at Wu Junle with his right cheek resting on his shoulders. Upon closer inspection, this elder brother with long braids had a pretty delicate face, with a pair of phoenix eyes like a beautiful woman in a poem, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and fair skin. With a height of 1.7 meters and [-] meters, she looks a bit like a cold girl with long hair.

Wen Lang patted the document in his hand on the braided man's head, "Don't look at it, just introduce yourself."

"Mingo." The braided man said his name simply.

Wen Lang patted him on the head again with the document, and said, "You're so old, why do you have a long braid?"

"23, I like to wear braids." Mingo said angrily.

"Next." Wen Lang looked around at everyone, and then pointed to a man wearing earrings, dark skin, simple cropped hair, 1.8 meters tall, and looked unfriendly, "Tell me why you are so dark."

"Shi Shifeng, 29, black is born." The man smiled wickedly at Wu Jun who was looking at him.

"It's pretty dark, not bad, and it's the most convenient to move around at night." Wen Lang said, "Next." This time he pointed to a guy with wheat-colored skin, Korean-style relaxed short hair, looking neat and handsome, with deep eyes, 1.8 meters three He is tall and looks like a man with many stories. He rests his chin on the table with his hands and keeps an eye on everyone's every move.

"Pu Li, 20 years old." He put down his hands on his chin and said simply.

Wen Lang nodded with a smile, and said, "The next one, yo, is our smiling male god." This time he was referring to a man with short hair and bangs, who also had wheat-colored skin, but a different style from Puli , with a handsome face with a smile all the time, his face is a bit immature, and he is 1.7 meters tall.

"Meng Jiahang, 26." He kept smiling as he spoke.

"The next one is our oldest uncle here. Ouch, I want to beat someone up." Wen Lang smiled and pointed at the man sitting by the window with his legs crossed. He had a bronze complexion and looked a little rough. , the small eyes looked like they hadn't opened their eyes, and they also kept a small cut, with a height of 1.8 meters [-].

"Hey, I'm not as old as you. Gu Yong, 32." He snorted a few times.

"Yes, yes, the last one, little brat." Wen Lang stood in front of Wu Junle.

"Wu, Wu Junle, ten, 12 years old." Wu Junle introduced himself timidly.

"What? Can't hear it." Gu Yong, who was sitting by the window, tapped his ears with his fingers.

Wu Junle looked up at Wen Lang, who winked at him and nodded.

"My name is Wu Junle, and I am 12 years old." He summoned up his courage, stood up, and faced everyone.

"12 years old?" Shi Shifeng was so surprised that his jaw dropped to the table, "Oh~ it must be him, the child who has never performed a mission, it must be him."

12-year-old Wu Junle said in the organization that he was not small, let alone big. There was a rumor in the organization that there was a boy who had never performed a task. It was not because he was incompetent, but because his ability was too ordinary. Collect him.

Wen Lang coughed a few times, motioning others not to talk about this topic, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you call me here?" Gu Yong's voice was as rough as his figure.

Wen Lang coughed a few more times, and said, "What else?"

"I don't know." Mingo said coldly.

"Because you are idiots, hahahahahaha!!" Wen Lang laughed heartily.

"One day, he must be killed." Meng Jiahang smiled and said terrible words.

Wu Junle sat there without saying a word, as if he had no place to intervene.

"Come with me." Wen Lang suddenly changed his expression, became serious, and threw the document in his hand on the table.

Everyone followed him out of the department in doubt. No one made a sound along the way, but followed him silently. They all knew that Wen Lang would not tolerate any jokes when he was serious.

Wen Lang took everyone to the little-known basement of the headquarters by elevator, "Go in." Wen Lang opened the door.

Looking around the four walls, they were all designed as data racks, and they were packed so densely that there was no gap. Pu Li reached out to get a data file but was stopped by Wen Lang, saying: "No permission, no touch."

Puli immediately stretched out her hand.

"These four walls have been filled with materials in the past week." Wen Lang picked up a copy and looked at it himself, "These materials are related to all parts of the world, and even our surroundings. lost their lives."

"Wen Lang, have you forgotten our profession?" Shi Shifeng said.

"I haven't forgotten, this job is more dangerous than our original job." Wen Lang looked at everyone solemnly.

"Who is this client?" Pu Li asked.

"All kinds of people." Wen Lang answered him uncertainly.

"Need to kill?" Puli asked.

"Perhaps." Wen Lang still answered uncertainly.

"Need to help the bad guys?" Puli asked again.

"It's up to you to decide whether it's good or bad, and I don't participate in the decision." Wen Lang said.

Everyone was silent, looking at each other, maybe thinking, maybe already made a decision.

"Our job is to complete the information on this wall?" Meng Jiahang asked.

"The information on the wall is commissioned from all over the world, and this is just the tip of the iceberg." Wen Lang said.

"So the task of the dragon group is to handle commissions from all over the world?" Kamo asked.

"Yes, and not at all." Wen Lang said: "I also said just now that it is up to you to decide whether to entrust the above, but I want you to know that three quarters of the above are from various countries. It is up to you to decide how to solve the entrustment of the dignitaries or relatives of the emperor."

The task seemed to be very important, and they didn't make a sound. Since Wen Lang had already told them about these things, it was probably impossible not to do it now.

"Then we have to do it." Shi Shifeng said loudly when everyone was silent.

"That's the only way." Meng Jiahang said with a smile: "It's okay to do it, and it's okay not to do it. Brother Wen has already told us about the situation, and it's impossible to get away."

Wen Lang hummed cheerfully.

"Wen Lang, how do you calculate your salary?" Gu Yong asked.

"It's five times what it is now." Wen Lang said.

"Do it, do it right away." Gu Yong was five times as loud as he heard it, and instantly his eyes were full of money as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Jun Le, what do you think?" Wen Lang asked Wu Jun Le who had been silent by the side, worried that he would not adapt.

When he asked, the others all looked at Wu Junle, feeling embarrassed, "What the hell." He clenched his fists and shouted.

"Hahahahaha, kind." Wen Lang laughed loudly, "Now let's do the first thing."

"What's the matter?" Mingo asked.

"Tattoo our logo." Wen Lang said, "Follow me."

This time he took everyone back to the department room, and there was a person wearing a mask waiting inside.

"Here we come." Wen Lang went up to shake his hand politely.

Wen Lang rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tanned arms, on which a dragonfly in flight was tattooed.Said: "This is our logo, the position of the tattoo can be decided by everyone."

"Why a dragonfly?" Wu Junle asked curiously.

"Ah..." Wen Lang raised his forehead and thought, "I guess I want you to kill pests like dragonflies. It's not important or not."

"Is it so casual?" Meng Jiahang said helplessly.

"It's probably because he happened to see the dragonfly when he was thinking of the name." Shi Shifeng said softly to Mingo next to him.

"I heard it all." Wen Lang raised his fist and wanted to punch him. "By the way, I almost forgot the important things. Every morning from 6:9 am to [-]:[-] am is practice time. Come on everyone!"

"Huh? It's earlier than the current time?" Mingo said angrily.

"Yes." Wen Lang said.

"Damn." Mingo lowered his head, expressing that he couldn't accept it.

After everyone got their dragonfly tattoos, the tattoo artist left.

(End of this chapter)