Special Forces Medic

Xiang Fei's real name is Consort Ling, and sitting across from him, Xiao Lin still couldn't associate this delicate and fragile-looking young man with an assassin. If it weren't for the previous experiences, he would have doubted if those fair hands could even hold a gun properly.

Xiao Lin isn't someone who judges people by appearances, but often, the illusion of the surface leaves a strong visual impact and misconception, offering room for imagination.

When Lin Zhifang entered the room, he had already handed over most of Xiang Fei's records to Xiao Lin. Each piece contained various suspicions, pointing to Xiang Fei's possible involvement in everything, from the organization he belonged to, to the unsolved crimes. While some might be true, others could be fabrications, and Xiao Lin had no desire to clarify this. It was an internal issue of the police that didn't extend to his role as a school doctor.

"Military Doctor!" Xiang Fei was the first to break the silence, his soft voice devoid of any rhythm, much like his gentle face, commanding attention to his presence. It was perhaps an innate charisma, both threatening and alluring.

Xiang Fei was a very delicate man. Unlike Hua Qingyi, his beauty was subtly penetrating, while Hua Qingyi's was striking.

His slender fingers tapped the table as Xiang Fei traced patterns in his mind with his nails, "You're not here to just stare at each other, feel free to speak."

"Is the assassin's trade easy?"

"I haven't been in that business for a long time," Xiang Fei admitted frankly, his long, narrow brows lowered.

"Would 'Black Crow' tolerate someone like you?"

"'Black Crow'?" Upon hearing the name, Xiang Fei suddenly lifted his head to look at Xiao Lin, then lowered his eyes again, lost in thought. Suddenly, he laughed abruptly, and Xiao Lin watched the transformation coldly. Even though they had known each other online for three years, the gentle personality seemed completely altered in this moment.

"Does the Military Doctor know what kind of organization 'Black Crow' is?"

Xiao Lin shook his head, in fact, he wasn't very clear about the origins of this organization, only that it had existed for quite some time with a very strict internal management. The leader of 'Black Crow' was also a very mysterious figure.

"'Black Crow' is a vast organization; it doesn't just exist domestically but has strongholds globally, in every small country or prosperous nation."

"How is it controlled?"

"It doesn't matter who controls it; its existence is independent. Except for the central leader, everyone else has the freedom to diversify."

"Is the Bounty Hunter also part of 'Black Crow'?" Xiao Lin asked indifferently.

"You could say that. It's just a transitional form. 'Black Crow' itself doesn't nurture low-level assassins; the exit of bounty hunters is only to increase interest, and after each mission, 10% of the bounty is transferred to the local leader's account, while your name is entered into the database."

"Is this also a condition for 'Black Crow' to select mid-level members?" Xiao Lin looked at Xiang Fei with interest. It's not hard to imagine the magnitude of such an organization; there must be unknown loopholes within.

"Are you thinking that such a large organization must have uncontrollable vulnerabilities?" Xiang Fei seemed to see through Xiao Lin's thoughts, and there was a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Isn't it?"

"No organization is without flaws; whether it's lawful or unlawful, every system in every country has loopholes."

Xiang Fei took a cigarette from Xiao Lin, his soft voice rasped, " 'Black Crow' has vulnerabilities because it's too vast to cover the lowest levels. Every leader has their own defensive wall, each managing a different area of defense.

"Degradation, Cultivation, Cleansing, Elimination, Salvation!"

The hissing sounded again, like a venomous snake slithering across the sand, dangerous and aggressive.

Xiao Lin remained silent.

Judging from those ten words, the founder of 'Black Crow' was an imaginative and creative person, but also a destroyer. Xiao Lin couldn't just conclude that the assassins were indeed part of it. If they were, he would be facing not just a group of assassins, but those behind them.

The principle of 'Black Crow' is to never rest until the goal is achieved. Even if someone dies ahead, more would follow, posing a challenge to Xiao Lin.

"The bleeding wings symbolize different meanings throughout the Bible, but within 'Black Crow' it signifies elimination. I only kill those who have been marked for cleansing, those who intend to betray, the incompetent, and those who took deposits and broke contracts. In other words, I eliminate all who shouldn't exist within 'Black Crow', essentially a cleaner."

"An assassin of assassins!" The phrase was awkward to read but indeed meant just that, "How should I define your existence?"

"It doesn't matter how you define it; in this world, good and evil do not coexist. From the first time I saw you, I knew you were not an ordinary person; and now, as you appear here, I'm even more certain of it." Xiang Fei had a heavy smoking habit that Xiao Lin hadn't initially noticed. His consistent smoking filled the room with smoke.

"I just want to know now, who are you?" Xiao Lin asked again.

"This place is not safe for you."

Xiao Lin avoided Xiang Fei's question, looking around him. Although the walls were solid, it wouldn't be difficult to quietly kill someone, especially for a top assassin.

"Someone like you captured; 'Black Crow' wouldn't let your existence slide, the organization's strictness is their top priority for protection. If one goes down, someone new would take over. For you, escaping this place should be easy."

"Exactly!"

Xiang Fei was very aware of his situation. He wasn't in a hurry to escape; perhaps there was an inkling of a desire to escape, which is why he waited patiently here for a 'salvation'.

"For an assassin, with each kill, a heavier burden of sin falls on their hands, thickening and numbing them. Over time, when they pick up the gun, they become cold and ruthless. I never want to be that person." Xiang Fei sighed deeply.

Xiao Lin didn't understand the mindset of assassins, though there are a hundred approaches to killing. He walked out of Xiang Fei's cell with heavy steps, the smell of death lingering in the air from the room behind him. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) and vote with your recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)