Chapter 211 Japan, Dead River Source Chisheng

"…It's confirmed. Take action against Herzog."

Listening to content that he already knew, Shadow Assassin Dead River pinched his long fingernails.

In present-day Japan, Dead River is the only member of the Assassin's Guild left. The rest of the shadow assassins have gone to other parts of the world to maintain order in the chaos brought about by the turmoil.

This is what Baimo meant, the idea of ​​the real subject walking on the path of the saint.

The world is chaotic and everyone has different views and opinions, so stability needs to be maintained in the general direction.

Today's Assassin's Guild and Shadow Assassins are carrying out these operations.

"Death." Sihe pinched his fingernails and listened to the voice in his ears. This was the voice of the dead.

In the kingdom of saints, death is not the end of everything. After reaching the end, the soul returns to the place of eternal sleep.

Sihe narrowed his eyes slightly, straightened his coat, and put his sunglasses on his nose. The slightly loose clothes seemed to be ill-fitting.

"The mission issued by Pompey is to kill Herzog. This is really troublesome."

Shihe walked alone on the streets of Tokyo, strolling casually and looking at the flow of people around him.

Unlike other shadow assassins, the words brought by Dead River's own bloodline are something that does not exist in the secret party records. They belong to the White King lineage and are considered to be relatively rare words.

The White King, a dragon king with spiritual elements, was quite outrageous. Compared to the other dragon kings who needed cocoons to be resurrected, Sihe had no doubt that the real White King could crawl out of the hybrid's body and be resurrected again.

The bug-like abilities brought by the spiritual system are abnormally strong compared to the other elemental systems.

"Herzog, the person now is not 'Herzog', he has been killed. Now it's... Dabonlev, probably." Dead River's eyes were deep, and he fell into thought.

Comparing with Bai Mo's memory, the answer was quickly obtained.

Herzog is dead, and the Japanese chess player competing for the power of the White King has to take his own actions. The current situation is no longer about controlling this puppet.

"...With the degree of restrictions, I don't think we need to worry about the lack of royal blood. The Yamata no Orochi only needs to be located, and then what happens next will definitely happen again."

Herzog himself was able to clone the artificial humans Genjiro, Genjirojo, and Uesugi Erie, so what kind of hybrids could the real person behind Bondarev clone!
From Sihe's own perspective, the answer he got was that the royal blood belonged to the soldiers and could be produced at will in the barracks.

Elite minions like Uesugi Erie may be restricted and their numbers controlled. But minions like Genjiro and Genjiro… have become trash in the current version, and it is easy to reduce the strength of these two with the appearance of clones.

Under this level, it is extremely difficult for Sihe to kill Herzog, the ultimate Japanese boss. Even now, Baimo has not yet found the real coordinates of "Herzog" and cannot judge what he might do.

Without map coordinates as a reminder, Sihe walked casually on the street, looking at the situation around him.

Sihe was not in a hurry. Judging from Pompey's orders, he knew exactly how strong Japan was. It was not an easy task to get rid of the chess player who was now disguised as Herzog.

If Dead River could be completed easily and Herzog could be killed in less than a few days, Pompey would instead start to think about other things.

"Kirito!"

Sihe paused slightly and looked up to his side.

Not far away, the boy called "Kirito" was being held by two girls on his left and right hands.

Shura car, or rollover?

Sihe relied on the memories of these people to understand the cause and effect of everything.

——Kirito met Asuna, and the two went on a "date", and then he ran into his classmate Yui. Yui and Asuna had a conflict, and Kirito didn't know what to do, which is very consistent with the development of the male protagonist.

Now among the three people, Asuna and Yui are gradually putting pressure on Kirito.

Shaking his head, Sihe ignored everything that happened here, put his hands behind his back, put down his hat, and walked forward. The important thing now was to spread the number of white foams, so as to locate Herzog's coordinates and then kill him.

"Let's look around the Genji Building." Sihe decided on the next course of action in his heart, then he picked up his feet and walked forward.

Not long after, Sihe arrived at Genji Heavy Industries, and saw the old acquaintance, the giant tortoise Genji Chisheng, near Genji Heavy Industries, which was rare.

He was squatting on the street not far from Genji Heavy Industries, alone under a street lamp, smoking a cigarette.

Judging from the cigarette butts beside him, Yuan Zhisheng had already smoked half a pack.

According to the physical fitness of the hybrids, this was a small problem for Yuan Zhisheng, just a small executive action.

Sihe has a deep memory of Yuan Zhisheng. He chopped down Huangquan, which caused Sihe himself to have a strong and clear memory of being killed.

"Who." Having been stared at for a little too long, Yuan Zhisheng made an intuitive judgment based on his sixth sense and turned his head to look towards the Dead River.

Just by noticing the look in his eyes, Yuan Zhisheng realized that there was something very wrong with the man in the red coat standing not far away, and there was a sense of awkwardness.

"Half-blood?"

Yuan Zhisheng rarely took direct action.

If it was before, Yuan Zhisheng would definitely take the initiative and use a knife to weigh the weight.

But when Yuan Zhisheng became the patriarch of the Eight Snake Families, he found that he needed to suppress his blade, not act rashly, and his words and actions had to reflect the demeanor of a patriarch.

Otherwise, how are you going to let those thugs following you survive?

Fighting and killing all day long, everyone is here to make money, not to risk their lives.

Sihe looked calmly at Yuan Zhisheng who stopped walking about ten meters in front of him and asked, "Do mixed-bloods have to register their identities?"

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head, put his hand on the hilt of the knife, and spoke in a calm tone with a youthful demeanor.

"No, you just have to be mindful of Tokyo laws."

"Really?" Sihe paid slight attention to the knife on Yuan Zhisheng's waist, then turned and left.

Yuan Zhisheng narrowed his eyes slightly, compared the similar character in his mind, and unconsciously tightened the handle of the knife.

They look so similar, just like the crazy half-breed I saw before.

Could it be...he is the source.

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhisheng reached out and took out his cell phone, and whispered: "His Highness Huiyue, check this person's itinerary."

Princess Huiyue was very fast. In just a few seconds, the fake identity was revealed to Genchisei.

From the place of birth to the time of travel and entry, everything was fine and there was nothing suspicious.

Yuan Zhisheng closed his phone and said to himself, "Maybe my premonition was wrong... But it's normal to make mistakes in predictions about things like this."

Yuan Zhisheng was almost immersed in documents. He had to give advice to the heads of the eight Sheqi families regarding the economic conflicts in Tokyo.

Now Yuan Zhisheng is working like 007, working overtime without a break.

"Work, work, work, and keep working." After exhaling, Genji Chisei crushed the remaining part of the cigarette and turned back to Genji Heavy Industries.

(End of this chapter)