Ren Xiaosu glanced at Zhou Yingxue. When he saw her attitude, he did not know what to say. "Go ahead and pretend to be a sniper. I don't have any objections."
"Then after this mission is completed, the reward …" Zhou Yingxue asked cautiously.
"I get 80%, and you get 20%," Ren Xiaosu said as he looked at her.
"I only get 20%?!" Zhou Yingxue could not believe it.
"You have a problem with that?" Ren Xiaosu looked at her seriously.
"No, no." Zhou Yingxue knew where she stood. Although she was good at assassination, infiltration, and intelligence gathering, the position of a board member of an organization was not something she could handle. Therefore, just as Ren Xiaosu had guessed, Zhou Yingxue had latched onto Ren Xiaosu's coattails because she discovered Ren Xiaosu was trying to hide his identity. As a result, she took the initiative to act as a white glove for Ren Xiaosu. It was a win-win situation for both of them.
Ren Xiaosu looked at her and suddenly said, "Do you want to join the Anjing House?"
"Yes." Zhou Yingxue's eyes lit up. "I heard that after joining the Anjing House, even if I don't complete the missions, I'll still get a fixed amount of money!"
Ren Xiaosu snapped, "How can there be such a good thing in the world? You'll still have to work, but if you want, I can help you!"
"What do you want?" Zhou Yingxue suddenly asked. She realized Ren Xiaosu was also interested in the Anjing House!
"Alright, go back to your tent. We'll talk about other things after you join the Anjing House," Ren Xiaosu snapped.
With that, he chased Zhou Yingxue out of the room. What was the point of being alone with a woman all the time? If word got out, what if he got sniped?
At this time, the other A-rank assassins outside were still awake. They silently watched as Zhou Yingxue entered Ren Xiaosu's tent and came out again after more than ten minutes as if nothing had happened. When Zhou Yingxue came out of the tent, she even tidied her hair...
The A-rank assassin by the name of Wu Tong lamented, "How is this an observer? It's clearly a gigolo."
"That's not rare. Many female assassins want to find some comfort after licking blood from the tip of a knife. Don't male assassins go to brothels? Men and women are equal," a killer said indifferently.
Another person said, "I'm just afraid that gigolo will drag us down when he gets into the stronghold."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Wu Tong said with a smile, "Actually, we've already discussed this. I have a unified channel to arrange for us to get into the stronghold, but I told them to settle it themselves. If he's really a gigolo, then we'll have to see if Zhou Yingxue can get him into the stronghold. If he can't get in, he won't be a burden to us. "
"Hehe, Old Wu is so wise!"
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu was lying in the tent. However, he was already holding a pistol in his hand in case anyone tried to sneak up on him at night.
Even the slightest rustle of grass in the wind could not escape his notice.
Ren Xiaosu could not trust the other four assassins. Who knew if one of them had ulterior motives?
When Zhou Yingxue came over earlier, he was not lying when he said he would send Zhou Yingxue to the Anjing House. That was really his plan.
As a matter of fact, his goal was actually to get the Anjing House to help him find her. And the reason he kept hiding his identity was because he was afraid the other party would kidnap Wang Fugui and the others after finding out about his identity.
According to Zhou Yingxue, when someone reached A-rank and got a new cell phone, they would need a paper crane to bring them a new cell phone.
Others might think the paper crane was just a stack of paper and could not see anything. But Ren Xiaosu knew the faces of those who had gotten a new cell phone would probably be remembered.
He could cover his face, but it would still raise suspicions. So he might as well push Zhou Yingxue out and let her be the shield in the open. That way, he could hide behind the scenes and have a buffer.
Everyone could get what they needed, so it was indeed a win-win situation.
When they set off again in the morning, the other A-rank hitmen looked at Ren Xiaosu and Zhou Yingxue a little strangely. However, Ren Xiaosu did not pay much attention to it and just played the role of an assistant.
However, what Ren Xiaosu did not expect was that Zhou Yingxue had really gotten addicted to being the boss. She even made Ren Xiaosu make tea for her. It felt like she was in too much debt. Then when night fell, she hurried over to apologize.
In fact, Zhou Yingxue felt that it was not particularly satisfying to let others treat her as a sniper. It was more satisfying to have Ren Xiaosu make tea for her.
Others might not know Ren Xiaosu's identity, but how could she not know? There was no need to mention how great it felt to have a supernatural being who was almost a legend make tea for her.
It was just that her arms were a little tired when she apologized at night. When she acted like this, Ren Xiaosu decided not to chase her away and just let her massage his legs until midnight. Only then did Zhou Yingxue restrain herself a little.
Ren Xiaosu realized Zhou Yingxue was also quite an interesting person. She was the kind of person who would dare to open a dye shop if she was given a hint of color.
There was an old saying that described people like Zhou Yingxue. If they were not beaten for three days, they would go up the roof and tear down the tiles. They always liked to test the waters on the brink of death.
When the group arrived outside Stronghold 73, everyone went their separate ways. The vehicles were hidden in the wilderness to the north and were even specially covered with a green camouflage cloth.
After those people left, Zhou Yingxue went back to her role as the head maidservant. She busied herself around Ren Xiaosu and even took out apples from her backpack to peel them for Ren Xiaosu.
Ren Xiaosu looked at Zhou Yingxue. "How do you spies usually sneak into the stronghold? I don't think they use tricks like crawling under a vehicle, right? "
Zhou Yingxue said, "They basically use that method. Unless they have a lot of connections in this area, the private troops will secretly let them in and collect some compensation. Some of the private troops will even collect hundreds of thousands of yuan in one go, which is equivalent to 20 years of their salary."
"Then do you have any ideas?" Ren Xiaosu found a high slope and used his spotting scope to observe the surroundings of Stronghold 73. He was surprised to discover the other four hitmen had boarded a refrigerated truck that had driven out of a slaughterhouse in the wilderness.
So the other party already had a way to get into the stronghold. They just did not allow him and Zhou Yingxue to use it.
But this was not a big problem, and they were not obliged to help you solve it either. The problem was that Ren Xiaosu discovered the security at the stronghold's gate was exceptionally strict. Other than the truck from the slaughterhouse, all other vehicles had to have their cargo boxes opened for inspection before entering or exiting the stronghold. It would not be realistic to try crawling under a vehicle to get in.
It would be easy for him to solve this problem as he could just climb over the wall. But what about Zhou Yingxue? They couldn't possibly leave the sniper outside after going in as a spotter, right? If that happened, how the hell would they be able to observe?
However, he heard Zhou Yingxue say, "I can control a type of plant to open up an underground passage. The stronghold with the deepest walls and foundation is Fortress 178. But even Fortress 178's foundation is only 27 meters deep. My plant can easily dig an underground passage."
With this, Ren Xiaosu had a whole new level of respect for Zhou Yingxue. So her superpower to control plants was still quite useful.
But this plant-type supernatural being was even stranger than he had imagined. She could actually dig an underground passage.
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