Chapter 107 Fatty, don't be afraid, we're not ghosts, we're here to send you on your way.
The fat man felt his soul leap into his throat. He could even sense that if the other party used even the slightest bit of force, he would lose his life on the spot.
His name was Wang Dafu, a lowly security team leader in the "Hengtong Science and Technology Park." Accustomed to lording it over others, he commanded a dozen thugs responsible for "keeping watch" on disobedient "piglets." Others were the ones getting beaten; he only had to give orders. When did he become the fish on the chopping block?
My mind is racing.
Calm down! You must stay calm!
The other party had silently crept up behind him, and his two henchmen hadn't uttered a sound. This was definitely a tough opponent! A direct confrontation was out of the question; he had to back down for now, stall the enemy, and then look for an opportunity!
The alley entrance is only a few dozen meters away. As long as I shout or make a commotion, the people inside will rush out and, no matter what kind of monsters or demons you are, you'll be riddled with bullets!
"Hero... Hero, spare my life..." Wang Dafu's voice trembled like a leaf, and he raised his hands in a standard surrender gesture.
"Don't...don't be impulsive, let's talk this out. You want money? I'll give you money! I have some here, I have plenty in my pocket..."
"I promise I'll obey, I'll answer any questions, please don't kill me, please don't kill me..."
As he spoke, he cautiously tried to glance at the person behind him out of the corner of his eye.
Is it a cop? Or an enemy? We need to know who they are, right?
However, just as he was trying to move his eyes, the hand covering his mouth loosened its grip slightly, as if to encourage him to speak more clearly.
Chance!
Wang Dafu was overjoyed, thinking that the other party had taken the bait. He slightly shrank his neck, preparing to turn his head more sharply, while at the same time he began to gather strength in his feet, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
But it was this slight movement that made him lower his head.
Then, he froze completely.
The icy touch on his neck was still vivid; it was a dagger, no doubt about it. The force pressing down on his body from behind was also incredibly real—it was a person's arm, tightly wrapped around his chest.
but……
There was nothing in his sight.
There was no dagger blade, no hand holding the knife, and no arm wrapped around him!
Below his neck, there was nothing!
It was as if an invisible mass of air was holding an invisible knife to his throat!
"!!!!!"
Wang Dafu's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints. A chill a hundred times stronger than when a knife was held to his neck surged from his tailbone all the way to the top of his head!
ghost!
That was the only word left in his mind!
This is fucking a ghost!
No cops, no enemies—none of them could explain this utterly bizarre scene before him! The moment this thought crossed his mind, the tiny flame of resistance that had just risen in his heart was instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water, leaving not a trace of smoke.
When it comes to fighting with others, Wang Dafu might still have some guts.
Fighting ghosts? Even if you gave him ten lives, he wouldn't dare!
In an instant, his 180-pound frame softened like a lump of mud. All cries for help and attempts to resist vanished. His only thought now was: don't anger this "ghost old man"!
"I...I was wrong...Great Immortal...Great Immortal, spare my life!" Wang Dafu tried to kneel down with a "thump," but the invisible force behind him held him tightly, preventing him from kneeling down.
He was about to cry.
"Shut up."
Zhou Jue's icy voice rang out again; she had keenly sensed the fat man's psychological shift—from initial feigned compliance to complete breakdown.
Great, that saves a lot of trouble.
“I ask, you answer. Say something pointless, or make me think you’re lying…” Zhou Jue didn’t mention the consequences, but the invisible dagger pressed lightly against his artery.
"No! Absolutely not! I will tell you everything I know!" Wang Dafu nodded vigorously, afraid of being even half a second too slow.
"How many buildings are there in this park? What are they used for?" Zhou Jue began to ask questions.
"Replying to the Great Immortal! There are three buildings in total! The two buildings we are currently near are 'office buildings,' Building A and Building B. That is... that is where those 'piglets' work. Each building has seven floors. The first to sixth floors are the 'work area,' and the seventh floor is our dormitory and canteen. The shorter building opposite is the warehouse and... and the 'water dungeon.'"
Who is being held in the water dungeon?
“They’re just… disobedient ‘piglets’ who want to run away. Lock them up and starve them for two days, then soak them for two days, and they’ll behave…” Wang Dafu’s voice trailed off.
"How many security guards like you are there in the park? What are their weapons like?" Cheng Gan's voice came from the other side, again only his voice could be heard, not his person.
Wang Dafu shuddered again; it turned out there was more than one "ghost"!
"There are a total of sixty security personnel! They work in three shifts, with twenty people per shift. Everyone has a pistol, a Black Star. At the main entrance of each building, and on the rooftop, there are... there are AKs. There are eight sentry posts in total, with two people at each post."
"How many leaders are there? What are their names? Where are they usually located?" Zhou Jue's questions became increasingly detailed.
"The biggest boss is called Brother Long, a Burmese. We all call him Boss Long. He doesn't live in the industrial park; he lives in a villa on the other side of town and rarely comes here. The people in charge of the industrial park are Brother Kun, the Ah Kun we just mentioned, and another guy called Brother Leopard. One of them is in charge of 'business,' and the other is in charge of our security. They usually work in their office on the seventh floor of Building A, which is also the monitoring room."
"Do you have a map of the park in your head?"
"Yes! Yes! I go in there every day, I can draw it with my eyes closed!" Wang Dafu said quickly, afraid that he would lose his value.
“Very good.” Zhou Jue took out a pen and a notebook from the Starry Sky Box and threw them on the ground in front of Wang Dafu: “Draw it out. Mark where the sentry post is, where the surveillance cameras are, where the boss’s office is, and where people are being held. You have five minutes.”
The notebook and pen seemed to appear out of thin air, falling to the ground with a slight thud.
Wang Dafu stared at the paper and pen on the ground, cold sweat soaking his back. He bent down, trembling, picked up the pen, and lay prone on the ground, drawing rapidly as he tried to recall the details. He dared not conceal anything or make any mistakes, for he had no doubt that the two "masters" were watching his every move from behind.
Five minutes later, a simple but information-rich map of the park appeared in the notebook.
Zhou Jue picked it up and glanced at it: "Very good."
Wang Dafu let out a long breath, feeling as if he had just escaped from the jaws of death: "Great Immortal, I... I've told you everything I know, please take a look..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through the back of his neck, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness completely.
Cheng Gan withdrew his hand and looked at Zhou Jue.
Zhou Jue crouched down and rummaged through the two skinny men who had been knocked unconscious, quickly finding two cell phones. She turned on one of them; the screen was unlocked, and the latest video in the album showed a young man being shocked with a stun gun, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. The video also included the phone owner's unrestrained, maniacal laughter.
Zhou Jue turned off his phone expressionlessly and stood up.
"Sister Cheng Gan."
"Um."
Cheng Gan understood.
Without saying another word, the two simultaneously produced a dagger.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Three muffled thuds echoed through the alley, revealing three still-warm corpses. For scum like these, whose hands were stained with the blood of their compatriots, dying so easily was too lenient.
The two walked to a huge, foul-smelling green metal trash can deep in the alley, opened the jammed lid, and together they threw the three corpses inside like garbage. Then they dragged over several large bags of rancid trash from the side and covered it with the trash.
After doing all this, the invisibility talismans on their bodies remained effective. They exchanged a glance, and with a swift movement, transformed into two invisible gusts of wind, silently making their way towards the heavily guarded Building A.
At the building entrance, two heavily armed guards were leaning against the wall smoking, completely unaware that two hunters had already slipped past them.
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