On the side of the road not far from the newsstand, two middle-aged men in formal clothes were standing on the curb waiting for the carriage.

One of them just bought a newspaper and was watching with relish when he was idle.

The other yawned and then asked, "Is there any big news in the newspaper? I've read it for so long?"

"It's dead." The middle-aged man responded.

"Is someone dead again?"

"Well. There are a lot of deaths, and it seems that they are still scared to death."

"It's a sin."

"That may not be."

“How to say it?”

"Look, the inspection office found a lot of evidence at the scene. It is said that the dead were some capital tycoons suspected of smuggling, human trafficking, and rushing arms."

"Uh, it's really worth it to die. But what's the situation?" The man rubbed his chin and said, "There is no equal distribution of spoils? There's an internal strife? I'm scared to death. Did you encounter something evil? Hey, let me tell you, the last time I came back tonight, I seemed to see a giant bird flying in the sky! There's something evil!"

"Don't talk nonsense." The companion gave him a blank look: "The newspaper said that there were graffiti marks on the scene, as if it was done by an organization."

"You still dare to leave your name? It's interesting!"

"Well. Let me tell you...hey, the car is here!"

The two of them quickly stopped the carriage, but there was already someone inside.

The two of them didn't care. After talking, they found that the other party's destination was not far away. After discussing, they got on the carriage, but the newspaper fell to the ground.

"newspaper--"

"Forget it, don't."

The carriage gradually left, but a gust of wind blew on the road.

The newspaper was blown to the feet of a homeless man. He glanced at the newspaper blankly, then bent over and stretched out his rough hand to pick up the newspaper.

The homeless man was full of wrinkles, looked old and dull, and then continued to move forward.

He carried a bamboo basket with a layer of rags on it.

While slowly rolling the newspaper into a paper tube, the homeless man reached out and lifted the rags of the bamboo basket and threw the newspaper tube into it.

Looking from mid-air, you can see at least a dozen newspaper rolls inside, as well as some other worn gadgets.

Especially a rattle that was the size of a palm, which turned yellow and shiny, but was wrapped in a black suit, and the treasure seemed to be placed in the center of the bamboo basket.

The homeless man seemed to be walking aimlessly, his expression was also in a daze. Passers-by around him subconsciously stayed away, but the homeless man turned a blind eye, his eyes dull, as if he could not be interested in anything.

Only when you occasionally see a three or four-year-old child running on the road will subconsciously stop and his vision will change as the other person moves.

However, the parents accompanying him will suddenly become alert, and most of them will hold the child's hand and quickly leave the other person's vision.

The homeless man opened his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the other person leave. Only at this time would a trace of light appear in his turbid eyes.

But not long after, the glory had dissipated.

He continued to move forward.

Like a lonely wolf.

In the car more than ten meters away, Comrade Lao Yun withdrew his gaze, then stuffed the photo into his pocket, then opened the car door and walked down.

The young driver sitting in the front row was yawning, but when he saw Minister Yun get out of the car, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Uh, Minister? Are you?"

"It's okay." Lao Yun waved his hand and said lightly: "I ran with me for a day and a night. Thank you for your hard work. I still have some things to do, so you can go back and rest first."

"Uh, then why are you going to the Ministry?"

"I'll ride in a carriage."

He led the driver away, Lao Yun glanced around, then came to an alley, changed his clothes before leaving.

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...

"Dongdongdongdong--" Three short and one long knock on the door.

It didn't take long before the door was opened, revealing a woman's face.

"Come in quickly." The woman narrowed her narrow eyes and looked outside, especially the tall tower at the highest point in the alley. A cuckoo was tidying up her feathers and making the same screams as three shorts and one long.

"Is it okay?"

The homeless man walked in dullly, and a hoarse questioning came from the room.

"It should be fine." The response was the woman: "The cuckoo did not find anything abnormal. The mute should not have been targeted."

The homeless man, nicknamed "Mu".

Because no one has ever heard him speak, he got his name.

However, small groups like them who are united due to revenge probably don’t matter the name, and in order to avoid some abilities, they may deliberately hide their names. After all, the enemies they face are absolutely extraordinary.

"Have you heard any news?" The man sat there, wearing half an iron mask on his face.

But just from the exposed piece of skin, you can see the ugly scars burned by the flames.

It seems that wearing this mask is just for the sake of concealment, and of course, it may also contain other meanings.

The homeless man did not respond, but silently put down his back basket and took out newspapers rolled into paper tubes from it.

The woman and the man reached out to take it, each opening and observing the information inside, which also had some road maps drawn by coke and some special markers.

"Avengers Co-Aid?"

After a long time, the man and the woman looked at each other, and their eyes could not hide their surprise.

The homeless man "dumb" sat there staring at the backpack, and the remaining two people looked at the small eyes. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became a little silent.

After a while, the woman's expression was a little hesitant: "Can it be..."

"Dongdongdongdong--"

The same knock on the door interrupted the woman's words. The three people in the room, including the "dumb", stood up and stared at the door with vigilance.

But the sound was still the same, and it was still three short and one long knock, but there were a few more sets of knocks.

"It's a painter."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and went to open the door, while the latter two were still on alert.

Not long after, a young man who looked young, who looked young, walked into the house with documents wrapped in kraft paper as he spoke.

"The household registration system of Yun Country is really chaotic. I sneaked into the Inspection Department and the Civil Affairs Department and searched for it for the middle of the night and only found this thing. However, it is probably not very useful and I can't find that scum, because after I went there, the house on the address had already changed its owner. However, the Inspection Department and the Civil Affairs Department have not changed it."

The young man threw the file bag on the table and went to find water to drink.

"Iron Face" reached out and picked it up and glanced at the woman nicknamed "Cuckoo".

The latter nodded and left the house.

The young man noticed something was wrong, so he just took a sip of water and asked: "What's wrong?"

Tiomeng didn't say anything, just signaled him to wait for a while.

It took half an hour to wait until the atmosphere in the room was a little depressing that the "cuckoo" walked in again.

She shook her head at the iron face, and then the latter put down the document and said lightly: "Don't go to places like the inspection hall recently, as it is easy to get ambushed."

"Uh." The young man known as the painter reacted: "We are being targeted."

The woman glanced at him and said, "Iron face has the ability to be alert. He said it is easy to get ambushed, so we must have been noticed."

"Is that consul's death caused?"

"I guess it's right."

"Then, do you need to notify the wizards and the others to come back?"

"No." The person who spoke was iron-faced: "It should be safer to separate them from us. And in the morning, I had notified the wizards using special channels to tell them not to come out for activities recently and wait for a while before talking."

"What about us?"

"Same."

"Will that scum look for him?" The young painter was anxious: "I finally found clues about him in Yun Country. If he could hear some wind and run away, where will we find him? Will we go back to Liuli Country?"

"Don't be anxious for now. Keep your breath." The woman frowned and said, "We all gathered together for revenge, not for death!"

"What revenge should you take if you are afraid of death? At worst, you'll die!" The young man stretched his neck and stared at his scarlet eyes and shouted: "If you don't look for me, I will go find it yourself!"

"Painter, you are too impulsive." The woman frowned even deeper.

Tieden said lightly: "Are you planning to kill us?"

The mute didn't say anything, his eyes were muddy, and he was still staring at him dullly.

"You..." The young man gritted his teeth and his face turned red: "Okay, since I'm afraid I'll kill you, at worst I can leave. Can't I get revenge without you? I think that Avengers' Association is much better than you. At least they are never afraid of being a turtle!"

As he shouted, he turned around in an atmosphere and rushed out of the room.
To be continued...