The night was as cold as water. New York's nights were extremely prosperous, which made the remote alleys even more inconspicuous.
As the saying goes, it's a night of murder when the moon is dark and the wind is high.
In fact, it was nonsense. If people with poor eyesight believed this sentence, they might stab the knife in the wrong place.
In the narrow alley, all kinds of daggers and guns were dropped on the ground, and their owners were lying on the ground with them in a pool of blood.
The only two living people here were a black-haired youth and the golden-haired middle-aged man he was sitting on.
The young man was dressed in casual clothes. He had a maturity that far exceeded his age, and his handsome face was decorated with dark pupils that were like cold stars.
"Please let me go! I have a lot of money. As long as you let me go, I'll give it to you!”
The young man blew the hair on his forehead and ignored the middle-aged man's howls. He played with the knife in one hand and dialed the phone in the other.
toot...
"Feng Mo, have you completed the mission? As expected of our number one assassin. This is a mission I specially arranged for you. How about it? Accompany me for a night as a reward?"
The phone was picked up as soon as it rang, as if the owner of this sloppy female voice was waiting for the call all the time.
"You still have the nerve to ask for a reward? What kind of lousy mission did you arrange for me? This person only bribed the Ying Country's royal family, interfered with the US election, sold firearms to a lark, and smuggled terrorists to Australia. He didn't do anything bad at all.”
Wasn't this bad enough?
The female voice on the other end almost wanted to slam the table!
"Cough, cough, cough. Do you remember the FGO server explosion last week? It was him.”
This was too much!
Puff!
Without hesitation, Feng Mo's face darkened. The knife in his right hand turned like a butterfly and instantly pierced through the golden-haired middle-aged man's throat.
"Meow! I was smoking a black virgin at that time! He could already see the back of the golden card! In the end, all my data was destroyed by this idiot!”
Feng Mo gritted his teeth as he looked at the golden-haired middle-aged man's corpse. He was considering whether he should whip the corpse for a while longer.
"Pfft, hahaha, I knew this would happen.”
The person on the other end of the phone also heard the commotion and immediately slammed the table, laughing so hard that he was rolling back and forth.
"Alright, hurry up and help me recharge the bounty for this mission. I'm still waiting to drain all my milk.”
After saying that, Feng Mo hung up the phone.
"Bastard! How dare you hang up on me! Are you a block of wood? I'm such a beautiful woman. Why are you still thinking about the heroic spirit?!!”
On the other end of the phone, the woman was going crazy. She wished she could smash the phone, but when she thought about how she could only use this phone to contact Feng Mo, she was stunned.
He couldn't bear to!
In the end, she could only obediently top up Feng Mo's account.
Beep...
When he heard the text message notification, Feng Mo, who was bored and looking at the night scene, swept away his previous indifference. His eyes lit up as he opened the only game on his phone, FGO.
The familiar scene skipped past. The game's home page was a 2D beauty wearing a purple skintight leather jacket. Those who were familiar with the game would know that this beauty's name was Sikaha, also known as " Master Craftsman." Feng Mo, as the chief of Africa, had spent 1.5 million to get her!
He clicked on the " Summon " button in the game, and the card drawing screen popped up. He had already recharged the card. Looking at the string of Saint Crystal Stones with seven to eight zeros at the top, Feng Mo expressed that this round was in the bag.
"Haha, it's settled, it's settled. Three million yuan down. Five treasures, no, three treasures, mm, one of them will definitely be drawn out.”
As he muttered to himself, Feng Mo rubbed his hands and started to draw cards.
Ten consecutive shots.
Ten shots, ten consecutive shots.
100 shots, 10 consecutive shots.
Feng Mo's dead fish eyes were still hanging. Just as he was about to draw the 150th round, the string of zeros on the screen disappeared and was replaced by a single 1.
He did not notice this and pressed the button. A golden card appeared on the screen.
"Hah! Gold! Could it be that the Great Tribal Chief's luck is also starting to change?!”
The card flipped over, and his face was almost pressed against it. Unfortunately, before he could see which follower it was, a blinding white light shot out from the screen. He fainted before he could figure out the situation.
Feng Mo felt as if he had fallen into a pitch-black abyss. He was half-dizzy and kept falling down rapidly. After an unknown period of time, his body shook violently and he landed on the ground unscathed.
"There's a lot of content to be taught today, so listen carefully.”
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Hmm? The bell for class?
Feng Mo opened his heavy eyelids as if he had just woken up from a dream and looked around.
Blackboards, chairs, uniforms, students, teachers.
Without a doubt.
This was a classroom.
"I've transmigrated."
He nodded calmly and stood up. Ignoring the teacher, he walked out of the classroom.
"Sigh! Student Feng Mo, where are you going?"
"I'm not feeling well."
Feng Mo replied in standard Japanese.
"Oh, oh, that's fine. Take care of your health.”
Was he really indulgent?
"When I went to Japan for a mission, I heard that the Japanese teachers were very strict. It seems that my transmigration identity is rather special.”
Feng Mo thought for a moment and understood the reason. He turned to look at the classroom door.
Year 1 Class A.
After confirming his guess, he walked straight to the toilet.
After entering the toilet, he stood in front of the mirror and looked himself up and down. He was wearing a white shirt, a black sleeveless vest, a black tie, a gray school uniform, and school pants.
His appearance, height, and age had not changed.
Puff!
The faucet in front of him exploded for no reason, and his school uniform was drenched.
Feng Mo only nodded calmly.
" Yeah, Luck E hasn't changed either."
He tilted his head and recalled the few familiar faces he had seen in the classroom.
First, the so-called five heroes from " Assassination Classroom " were all present.
Then, there were the characters from " Welcome to the Class of Strength Supremacy ", Horikita Ringtone, Sakagyu Yuki, Takenji Rokusuke, Kotomura Teruhiko, and Kazuhiro Kazuki.
Of course, there were also a few characters who had appeared in the anime. However, Feng Mo, who had only read anime and not novels, could not name them.
Comics?
He dug into his pockets and finally took out a student card from his trouser pocket. On it were written the words "Advanced High School".
"The main body is 'Real Religion? There was something wrong with the members of the class. Those bullsh * t Five Heroes shouldn't be qualified to enter Class A of Real Education. That means the two worlds have fused."
"Then let's kill some time before we figure out what's going on.”
Feng Mo raised his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His evil yet excited smile was imprinted on the mirror.
"Kill teacher, are you ready for my assassination?”
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