The Minaisheir Port under the night sky is no longer noisy and busy during the day. The pressure in the air makes people feel particularly depressed and breathing is more difficult than usual. The humid sea breeze blows through Minaisheir Port. The elderly who have been making a living by the sea all year round know that this is a sign of the coming storm.

Except for several taverns near the dock and small hotels that work part-time in the flesh business, which are still brightly lit, most of the urban areas of this port city have entered a peaceful night. Most of the residents of the city have fallen asleep, and every household is locked in doors and windows. In the night, except for a few patrol guards who are still patrolling the streets to ensure the safety and property of residents, only those dock workers and sailors who are full of energy and have nowhere to vent their lives are still having fun in the taverns and romantic places, and they will stop drunk.

Just like on weekdays, for most of them, this ordinary night will be consumed by the paralysis of alcohol and the accompanying of women's breasts and fat ass. Until the unscrupulous bar owners and prostitutes who have no feelings to talk about, empty the last copper in the bags of these bachelors. These drunken and even unconscious or "strengthly exercise" guys who are sore legs and feet will be kicked out of bed or thrown out of the tavern, allowing them to sleep on the cold bluestone slabs on the street under the wet and violent sea breeze.

As for whether these bachelors who have lost their pockets will get seriously ill because of this, it is not a question that these people will care about. If you have money, you are God. If you don’t have money, you are just a piece of shit in the eyes of profiteers and bitches. Your life and death have nothing to do with them. Sometimes the human world is so realistic.

A dilapidated hotel in the dock area is as inconspicuous as those of those who are around. The dilapidated signboard has long been difficult to distinguish. The iron chains connecting the signboard have been growing thick rust under the corrosion of the wet sea breeze for many years. The sea breeze from the endless sea makes a "creaking" noise. In a guest room on the second floor, Amy Haulens is carefully wiping his two sharp short swords to suppress the restlessness in his body.

The delicate moans of the woman and the heavy breathing of the man in the room next door, coupled with the shaking of the wooden bed, were like a lewd symphony that kept stimulating Amy Haulens' restless heart. The walls of the small hotel with extremely poor sound insulation effects could not stop the sound of breathing and moaning. Amy Haulens, a good-skill wandering swordsman, is not Chu Ge in terms of men and women. Now when hearing the "live broadcast" next door, he will inevitably have blood gushing and dry mouth.

"Damn it, the holy light is on! It's been more than half an hour! Why haven't I stopped yet! I'll ask for a change of room tomorrow, damn it!" The young swordsman slammed the two swords that were constantly wiping in his hand and vented it, and he slapped on the solid wood table with a "bang". He lay on the wooden bed with a slight lingering on the wooden bed and muttered in a low voice. Just as he was about to pull the quilt to cover his head, he suddenly found a white albatross docked outside the window of the room and stared at him.

The young swordsman quickly got up and rushed to the window in three steps and two steps to open the window. Regardless of the sea breeze rolling into the room, he brought the big bird into the house. The albatross had a sealed letter tube tied to the left leg of the dinner. Cut a piece of steak left over to the big bird and feed it to the big bird to stay quietly. Amy Haulens untied the letter tube from the big bird's leg, opened the sealed small cylinder to scrape the sealed beeswax, and carefully pulled out a roll of parchment full of secret words from it.

Looking at the palm-shaped pattern on the parchment, the young swordsman Amy Haulens knew that the mission was coming!

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Amy Haulens was originally an orphan in Stormwind. His parents suffered misfortune when the orcs destroyed Stormwind during the First Orc War. Hidden in the basement, he escaped by chance. Since then, this lonely and helpless child began to mingle in the city and make a living, until he met the legendary Pasonia Shore, the founder of the 7th Department of Stormwind.

The hard life and countless experiences passing by danger have honed his agility and extraordinary reaction ability. In the years he was absorbed and trained by MI7, his talent was guided by the correct system. Under the careful teaching of Pasonia Shore, Amy Haulens's strength has steadily improved, and he has completed countless tasks perfectly over several years, making considerable contributions to MI7.

Now Amy Haulens is no longer the little guy who could only curl up in the basement and survived the hardship of rats and insect corpses. As a thief with the peak strength of the eighth level, he has long been an elite assassin in the index finger group of the MI7th Division. Since Madias Shore inherited his grandmother's position and took charge of the MI7th Division, his childhood friend with a flexible mind and keen mind has been stationed in Port Minneshire to help his friends control the intelligence network here, organize the handover of members and secret missions.

This elite assassin did a good job here. In the years since he came here, Amy Haulens had already spread the tentacles of the organization throughout the wetlands, and almost all the forces nearby had his eyeliners and intimidating forces. It can be said that any movement in the wetlands could not escape his ears and ears. He has always been cautious and knew that an intelligence and assassination organization should not blatantly reveal himself in front of others. For an assassin and a spy, there is nothing more important than a secret identity.

Therefore, Amy Haulens did not establish a fixed base for the 7th MIIS at Minaihill Port. In contrast, he not only set up a hidden and safe single-line contact for his subordinates, but also arranged a fake identity for his subordinates to cover up his eyes. Even he usually showed himself as a down-and-out wandering swordsman, and even often took on some difficult salary tasks to better disguise himself. Therefore, in addition to a small team of fixed ring-finger-level confidants, even the sheriff at Minaihill Port did not know his true identity.

MI7 is one of the oldest existing organizations in humanity. As early as decades ago, a force in the Stormwind City in the alliance felt that some things were difficult to accomplish through legal means, and someone must be willing to do shameful work. One of the leaders, Ivere Young-Deng, secretly contacted a thief detained in prison - Pasonia Shore.

The woman was repeatedly arrested by the Alliance for theft. After being arrested three times, she became notorious for her fanfare criminal record. Yang Deng promised her that she would be lenient on the condition that she would form an organization to complete the shameful work in the Alliance cleanly. Pasonia Shore immediately agreed - and asked her to make it work on her own way.

Therefore, the MI7th Department, which made countless people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts in later generations, was established on that day.

That night, Pasonia Shore sneaked into the room of a mayor and easily killed him. The mayor was already corrupt but had the protection of a deep network of relationships. He relied solely on the law, and even the king could not convict him. So the MI7 took action for the first time! The entire assassination process left no trace: no drop of blood was splashed out, and no bed sheet was messed up. It was clean and neat, and there was no trace to be found! Afterwards, with the promise of Evil Yangden, Pasonia Shore began to select her subordinates from the prison and the city to join a new family, and quickly established this small army that could serve the alliance.

When the orcs poured out of the dark gate, MI7 sent spies, but they found that due to the absolute number of tribes and the lack of military training by the assassins, they could hardly take advantage of the enemy. The assassins were best at one-on-one fighting, and they soon discovered this and turned their targets to the leaders of the tribe. Although the spies of MI7 did not accomplish any legendary deeds, the members of MI7 did contribute to the Storm Kingdom, sprinkle blood, and devoted their lives in the war.

Shore was once just a thief who was in trouble for stimulation, and was not necessarily evil. Now she was allowed to do what she liked the most and had a salary, and she would become a loyal warrior of the alliance. She confirmed that the organization expanded its members with her philosophy: Anyone who joins the regiment should not take civilian property. She can enjoy the stimulation brought by assassination and theft, and have a stable income. Those who cannot meet such conditions will not be accepted by the Military Information Seventh Division. The rules are clear: only the crime of being approved by the Alliance.

Shore had another requirement when establishing the organization: the secret must be kept. The thieves never blatantly claim to be thieves, and there is no reason to do so when they become legal assassins. The leader of Stormwind is the only one who has a full list of Stormwind Assassins. When members of MI7 are assigned to participate in a larger military operation, her motivation is not known to other members. They appear as warriors, scouts, or even wizards, but still complete the primary work of stealing and assassination when necessary. Their commanders may know their secrets when necessary, but usually only the assassins themselves know the real reason for being on the battlefield.

The people of Stormwind knew the existence of MI7, thanks to the public relations agencies that promoted their reputation to the extreme: these people were elegant warriors, with different talents that were not suitable for joining the army as ordinary warriors; they were surrounded by mysteries and legends, and were mysterious figures who were acting at night. Some children, even rich people, became thieves with the hope of joining MI7. No one knew their identity, but almost all claimed to have seen Stormwind assassins on missions, although this was impossible.

MI7 sees itself as a hand holding a dagger, and the entire organization is divided into five branches. Today, MI7 commander Madias Shore and other leaders are thumbs up, responsible for management and leadership. The leadership is composed of about 30 senior thieves, most of whom know Pasonia, and some have been directly led by her. They know very well about the direction of the organization that Pasonia hopes for and often guide the young Madias on the right path. Other leaders are responsible for the remaining four fingers, leadership, training, records, and even management books and confirmation of wages.

Two of the fingers of this hand are composed of members of the highest level in the organization. They are both skilled and skilled masters who are proficient in assassination and lurking, each with about 500 thieves. The index finger, the highest level that an assassin can reach before giving up his life and enters the thumb-level leadership, and devotes himself to assassination activities. From hostile military leaders to corrupt priests, the target of assassination can be anyone who hinders the overall interests of Stormwind City. The middle finger is responsible for the "acquisition" of materials, regaining an item that has been stolen, returning it to a legitimate master, or obtaining some powerful item from a politician who is not convenient to kill directly.

About 500 thieves who make up the ring finger are good at spying work. They usually cooperate with thieves at the index and middle finger level to collect information, read and memorize the content of the scroll without stealing it directly, and act as a watch and cover-up role when others perform tasks. The little finger is the largest and lowest level. These 1,000 thieves are all not very specialized members: they are usually responsible for burying victims (including members of the MI7), hiding bodies, and forging crime scenes. Their duty is to ensure that the identity of the Stormwind City assassin is not discovered, and they are also responsible for recruiting new jobs.

To put it simply, every thief and thief in Stormwind wants to be part of MI7. The people of the whole city think their work is necessary and respectable. However, joining this organization is difficult because the senior executives of Stormwind are not willing to publicly recognize the assassins' way to make a living. This organization originated from a wise selection of "trustworthy" thieves in prison, and such rumors spread. Some thieves took the initiative to make themselves arrested, hoping to be selected by MI7.

When he found out that the prison in Storm City was filled with unlucky flattering thieves, King Varian Wrien found Madias Shore and asked him to do something. Madias arranged for the little finger-level members of the MI7 to recruit new jobs and train the thieves to judge their talent and caution. However, the thieves in the city often lacked this quality because they were eager to join MI7.

Joining the group is a difficult thing. Thieves will undergo a comprehensive test from skills to morality. Many tests are incomprehensible: the thieves who join the group must be completely trustworthy. If members cannot trust each other, the assassin organization will not survive. Morality and the desire to serve Stormwind City are one of the two most important elements that members must have. It is not difficult to understand that these qualities are difficult to discover. Rejected applicants can only leave with the appearance of the examiner in memory - if possible. The organization does not believe that the exposure of the little finger-level membership will cause any harm to them, so the risk is within an acceptable range.

After being completely accepted, the new little finger-level member will only be assigned some dirty work, keep training and strengthening his skills, and he must work hard to advance to the ring finger level. Even top thieves, thieves and assassins must start from the bottom and slowly climb up.

Some thieves who followed Pasonia Shore wanted to show their pride with the organization's logo - the tattoo of fists, but she forbidden this behavior and warned them that they should not leave any marks on their bodies that could show their identity. However, a conventional rule gradually became popular among members. The mission scroll issued by MI7 was painted with an open hand pattern on it. When the executors far away received this order, they would no longer leave any words or words, but would paint a clenched fist on the receipt to indicate that he had accepted the task.

Now the task scroll in the "Wandering Swordsman" Amy Haulens has an open hand-style pattern on the task scroll. After carefully proofreading the code words and restoring the order, Amy Haulens, the head of the Military Seventh Department of Wetlands, read the translation carefully and remembered the content of the order, and placed the original and translations on the dim oil lamp lit with the bright candlelight and burned to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the eighth-level thief found a card with a clenched fist painted from his waist and stuffed it into a small cylinder and sealed it. After retiring it to the legs of the albatross who had already eaten and drunk. Standing by the windowsill, Amy Haulens touched the big bird's smooth neck and released the albatross again.

The violent sea breeze poured into the house, causing the oil lamp and candlelight to sway continuously, reflecting the expression of the spy leader, looking gloomy and unknown. Watching the big bird's figure gradually flew away until it finally disappeared in the gloomy night sky, feeling the low pressure of the upcoming storm, Amy Haulens murmured to himself:

"Three days later, the Flying Osprey, the Goblin Caravan, the Countess and the Noble Council..."

"Shall, is Storm coming to a storm?"

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Amy Haulens is the first supporting role to appear in the opposing forces~~~ Lao Tang's MI7 blacklist journey has begun~~ Even though I am a hardcore tribe~

But the name of MI7 is still very famous for me~ but it is a loss of Varian's disappearance~ Lao Tang will inevitably deal with this organization in the future.

ps...心词费词 Please collect and recommend~~ Please vote variously~~ Another update has been made for two thousand words~~ I don’t know if I can finish it tonight~~~ But I will make up for it at the latest tomorrow
Chapter completed!