Chapter 22: You Will Be Executed for the Crime of Espionage (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket! Please Give Me a Reward!)

After a day of misty dawn, late night in Daybreak City fell.

After the busy work, there is wanton catharsis, and there are swaying figures on the road.

The hazy light in the drizzle seemed to be drunk, and the oval white light was dim and blurred from far to near, and a few people tangled in a ball in the distance could be vaguely seen.

"You... Hier! Can you walk on your own?"

"You bastard! Don't look down on me! I won't get drunk again! Hiccup!"

Under the street lights, several workers supported each other, but none of them could stand firmly. They were swinging along the street with wine bottles, and from a distance, they looked like they were doing some strange dance.

In the end, the person who shook the most even hugged the street lamp with his hands and feet, rubbing his face while muttering drunkenly.

"Give me wine! I...Hiccup! I'm happy today! I'll have a wife soon...Hiccup!"

"Hahaha! This guy was so proud after winning the drinking contest just now, and now he has revealed his true colors after stepping down, hahaha!" The other people also leaned against the street lamp, pointing at his embarrassment and laughing.

The light dimly reflected on their drunken and rosy cheeks, and their hot breaths melted into a heat wave visible to the naked eye and rose to the sky. Even the cold wave of the rainy night was washed away by the waves of indulgent desire.

But just as they were laughing and joking.

"Hmm!" The man hugged the street lamp, muttered in confusion, and instantly vomited.

One of them couldn't dodge and was splashed with vomit. He couldn't help but lowered his head and cursed: "This old bastard..."

"Shh!" The other person quickly covered his mouth, pointed to the black building in the distance, and whispered in a low voice, "Unknowingly, I have reached the front of the administrative department. Mr. Kumokawa may still be working."

Ga!

The few people who were laughing and cursing suddenly fell silent. They were frightened to wake up even if they were drunk, and they invariably raised their heads and looked into the distance.

However, when he saw the lights on the top floor of the building, his face suddenly darkened, and he turned to look at the laughing man angrily.

"How dare you make fun of Mr. Yunchuan! Beat him up!"

"Wait! Wait, what about this old drunkard?"

Hearing this, several people turned their heads, only to see that he was already snoring and mumbling incomprehensible words.

"Wife...kiss..."

Upon seeing this, several black lines suddenly appeared on their faces. One of them sighed and took the initiative: "You guys go first. I drank the least today. I will take him back."

"Okay, okay, I should have told him to drink less."

"Can you blame us? I don't know what disease he had, so he drank it to death."

After a while, two figures staggered into a small wooden house.

"Phew! You old bastard weighs as much as a pig!"

The man put him on the bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but murmured something.

Standing by the bed, silent for a long time, he asked in a low tone: "Is it worth it?"

But the man looked as drunk as death, as if he didn't hear his words at all. Instead, he was muttering someone's name, and his slightly trembling eyelids were filled with tears.

Crunch…

As the door of the house was gradually closed, the light coming from outside was blocked, and the house gradually fell into darkness.

Only soft snoring could be heard in the small room, but after a while, even the snoring disappeared, until finally it fell into complete darkness and silence.

Only the noisy wind was left, gently beating the windows, covering up everything.

In that dark room, looming shadows climbed up and passed silently through the shadows.

"Gugu...Gugu..."

The highest point of the entire Dawn City, on the top of the administrative building, is the bronze bell.

Several white pigeons pecked at the raindrops on their feathers with their beaks, their dark red pupils reflecting the uninvited guests below.

In the administrative building, the two people on duty were chatting somewhat boringly, but gradually, the tone of their conversation began to soften, and the frequency of communication began to decrease.

Soon, there were only vague responses to each other, as if they were extremely sleepy and perfunctory.

From the internal air inlet of the ventilation system, colorless and odorless mist evaporates, and the sleepiness that cannot respond erodes their weak consciousness.

Click.

The administrative building was very quiet late at night, and the door opened a crack silently.

The dust on the ground was raised by the breeze brought by the door, and then a thick black shadow entered like a ghost, standing upside down on the ceiling of the duty room like an owl, its figure looming without making any sound.

The man wears a half-face mask that covers his mouth and ears, making people subconsciously think of a red-faced and fanged bat.

He raised his head and glanced at the two people below to make sure that they were completely asleep. He formed a seal with his hands and opened and closed his mouth silently, as if talking to himself:

"I've sneaked in. How are you doing there? Are you ready to respond?"

After a moment, he heard a vague response.

"Da Yunchuan... there is no movement in Yunchuan in Tsukimi. He should be training in the evening at this time..."

At this point, the voice on the other side suddenly stopped, making the expression on the man's face tighten. He thought something unexpected had happened and asked quickly: "Sanlang! What's wrong?"

"...It's okay. Also, don't call my name, bat."

The weak connection established by the secret technique between the two was not broken, and the man soon heard the voice of his companion: "The idiot brat who came today has gone to find Tsukimi Rikunkawa. You haven't been discovered yet, so hurry up." Take action."

Hearing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief, his heartbeat and breathing gradually weakened.

He had absolute confidence in his acting and infiltration abilities, because he had infiltrated countless dangerous and confidential places in this way, and even successfully infiltrated the Daimyo's mansion where the Daimyo of the Land of Fire lived.

That time he stole Konoha's military strategic deployment and sold it on the black market for a large sum of gambling money.

Unfortunately, he soon gambled away all the money, and the Daimyo's people also found him.

However, the Daimyo also saw this in him and wanted him to infiltrate various countries to obtain some intelligence.

And his first test was this new regime - the City of Dawn.

Normally, the difficulty of this mission should be the same as before, or even safer than the places he had infiltrated before.

But he felt a sense of uneasiness.

Tsukimi Rikumokawa gave him the feeling that he was very friendly but also very resourceful. He was almost flawless in his behavior and work, and was definitely not a simple person.

And his infiltration this time was too smooth.

Even if it should have been like this...

"Owl."

Thinking of this, the man subconsciously called out, just like before, when he lost his sense of security, he hoped to hear a sentence "I'm here."

However, no one responded to him, only silence.

Tick-tock...

In the deadly silent duty room, the subtle sound seemed particularly heavy, even if it was as light as the sound of raindrops.

Without any hesitation, the man put his hand on the handle of the knife on the side of his leg, turned around suddenly in doubt, and looked for possible enemies.

The next moment, a ray of cold light suddenly appeared, making his body tremble.

Almost driven by instinct, he turned his head with a horrified expression,

only to hear the whistling wind passing by his ears, and then, warm and wet blood gathered from his cheeks to his jaw.

"Cough!" The man's face became asymmetrical, covering his ears and trying not to scream, but the severe pain also made his face distorted.

Staring over with a ferocious expression, he only saw a thin and short figure, as if walking out of the shadows.

"Are you looking for him?"

The tender but cold voice came into the man's ears, and under his horrified gaze, a round object was thrown over by the man.

It was a man's head, pierced through the temple by a black kunai.

Because it was a penetrating wound to the brain, the wound was tightly blocked, and the blood did not flow freely, but just fell slowly drop by drop, gathering into a pool of blood on the ground.

The sound of raindrops he heard before was the sound of blood dripping.

And the owner of the head...

"Sanlang..."

The man suddenly had a moment of trance, and the chill crawled from his spine to his neck.

Immediately, he saw the little ghost raised his hand and pointed it at him, holding a short knife with a sharp blade in his hand.

"Bat..."

He said the man's code name, but shook his head and said coldly: "No, I should call you, Wudu."

"Now, you will be executed for the crime of espionage."

The blade of Nagato's sword reflected Wudu's dusty face.

But that familiar face was now full of fear and horror.