Chapter 164: Kill! Write a few big ones on the wall at the head of the bed...
Chapter 164 Kill!
People look for people by following their movements, while ghosts look for people by smelling the scent of living souls.
When Yan Jiuru used the secret blood tracking technique, the ghost smelled the scent of Yu Mousheng's soul based on the blood line, and muttered in disgust, "It's really stinky", and followed the blood line.
If he hadn't smacked his lips a few times, his disgust would have seemed more genuine.
Yan Jiuru held the spirit stone in both hands and absorbed it quickly while pouring out his spiritual consciousness over a large area.
Virginia covers more than 110,000 square kilometers. Finding a person in such a large area is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
The fat sheriff only knew that the CIA headquarters was in Langley, Fairfax County, more than ten kilometers away from Washington. This address was public, and not only the sheriff, but also ordinary police officers knew it.
In addition to finding Yu Mousheng in the safe house, he now also needs to determine what other arrangements the CIA has made.
Haha, he didn't believe that the CIA would not have a backup plan after activating the safe house.
"Hmm?" Yan Jiuru suddenly discovered something unusual in his consciousness.
A group of people suddenly emerged from a street that was originally quite peaceful. Although they were dressed in ordinary clothes, they gave people a very powerful feeling. Yes, they were all armed with guns under their clothes, so how could they not be powerful?
Didn’t you see that some thugs on the street, after seeing this scene, tactfully shrank their necks and squatted down obediently?
Yan Jiuru's spiritual sense quickly followed.
The duo quickly got into two Chevrolet Suburbans. Although they looked ordinary, they had actually undergone a lot of modifications inside. They were equipped with not only monitoring equipment but also a full set of weapons and equipment. In addition, satellite antennas were hidden on the roof, and Kevlar bulletproof layers were added to the body of the car. . . .
Yan Jiuru glanced over these things and focused on the conversation.
One of them said, "Drive faster, man, Sam, and switch the monitoring to Safe House Zero."
Yan Jiuru's consciousness moved, and he didn't know if it was caused by Yu Mousheng's soul scream just now.
However, there will always be gains if you follow these people.
However, he didn't expect that these people were rushing to another place, which was completely different from the blood line!
Yan Jiuru couldn't help but ponder: His secret blood tracking method will definitely not be wrong, so why did the other party do this?
Is it confusion, or are this pair of people and horses themselves part of the confusion?
However, he still believes in himself more.
He separated his consciousness into two parts, one remaining on the modified Chevrolet car and the other remaining on the person who had just spoken.
He himself teleported to catch up with the ghost messenger in another direction.
***
The ghost was so frightened by the big devil who suddenly appeared in front of him that his soul almost flew away!
"Oh my, sir, you frightened me to death."
"Stop talking nonsense. Where is the person you were looking for?"
The ghost pointed to a country villa not far away and said, "It's right there, but there are five living souls hiding around it."
He didn't know what the big devil wanted from this person, but he instinctively did more work to please the big devil.
Yan Jiuru's spiritual sense had already discovered it.
Not only are there five ambushes nearby, but there are also at least two sniper points in the other three villas not far away.
Whether someone really came to rob him or Yu Mousheng escaped, these two sniper points could kill him with one shot!
I have to say that the CIA was very well prepared.
However, who knew they were unlucky enough to meet the unconventional Yan Jiuru?
Yan Jiuru knew very well that the longer the night, the more dreams one would have and that delay would lead to unexpected events, so he teleported to the point where the blood line landed.
***
With the invisibility talisman and the golden bell talisman on his body, he stood in this room full of various surveillance equipment, but did not cause any abnormality. Instead, because the ghost catcher followed behind him, Yu Mousheng, who was originally curled up on the soft pillow of the high bed, shivered again!
"Why is it so cold? What a lousy air conditioner! It doesn't work at all!"
Yu Mousheng was shivering constantly and had to get up and add another quilt.
But when he raised his head, he looked like a goose with its neck being strangled, staring with his eyes wide open and making only two "cough cough" sounds.
Comrade Jin Wudai died in such pain, how could Yan Jiuru let him die easily?
He slowly put a plastic bag over Yu Mou Sheng's head, took the shoelaces that the ghost officer attentively handed over to him, tied them around Yu Mou Sheng's neck, and slowly tightened them.
Watching Yu Mousheng in the plastic bag, he first opened his mouth wide to breathe desperately, then his face gradually turned purple, veins on his forehead and temples bulged, and his hands grasped around in vain...
Yan Jiu approached him like a devil, and said in an extremely gentle tone: "Do you know how Jin Wudai died?
That's how he committed suicide.
Are you still struggling?"
Survival is human instinct. How much willpower did Jin Wudai need to control himself from struggling?
“Go to hell!”
Yan Jiuru exerted force with his hands, and Yu's head, which was swollen and purple from holding back his voice, tilted and made a sound.
"Unfortunately, it's still a little too fast."
Yan Jiuru raised his hand and twisted off the head, holding it in the plastic bag, letting the mutilated body fall on the luxurious bed.
Yan Jiuru threw the head into the storage bag, picked up the towel and wrung it, dipped it in the blood gushing from the neck of the corpse, and wrote a few big blood words on the wall at the head of the bed: Traitors will be killed without mercy!
After doing all this, he slowly walked to the sanitary napkin to wash his hands and activated a cleansing talisman. Although the Golden Bell Cover Talisman would not leave any trace of him, it was still better to be cautious.
"Have all the souls been captured?" Yan Jiuru glanced at the ghost messenger who was following closely behind.
The ghost officer saw him twisting the head like twisting garlic, and the ghosts were extremely obedient. Upon hearing this, they immediately said, "Three souls and seven spirits, not one is missing."
"Um."
Yan Jiuru left with the ghost messenger.
***
The ambush and sniper points nearby did not find anything unusual.
Just as Yan Jiuru was about to leave from the Gate of the Netherworld, his consciousness suddenly moved.
The spiritual consciousness he left on the agents who had just taken action had sensed something.
"not good!"
Yan Jiuru immediately took the ghost messenger and teleported over there.
Dozens of miles away, near Safe House No. 2, three Xuan Country agents fell into a CIA ambush. The fierce gunfire woke up the entire neighborhood.
"This safe house is fake. The CIA has ambushed over 20 people. Evacuate immediately! Run northeast at a 30-degree angle. Quick!"
Yan Jiuru was traveling while transmitting messages through his spiritual sense.
The Xuan State agent, who had discovered that he had been ambushed, was about to sacrifice himself to cover the retreat of the other two, when he suddenly heard a voice telling them to retreat.
"Did you hear anything?"
The man hiding behind a car asked the other two people not far away.
"You heard it too? I thought it was just hallucination."
"Damn, I heard it too. Retreat to the northeast thirty degrees!"
Their conversation triggered another burst of intense gunfire.
"There's a sniper point on the opposite side, don't show your head!"
Despite Yan Jiuru's reminder, one of the three was still shot by a sniper from the opposite high ground. The only lucky thing was that Yan Jiuru pushed him with his spiritual sense, and the shot that was originally intended to hit his head only ripped off a piece of his scalp.
The injured comrades were bleeding profusely but there was no way to treat them because the enemy's aim was so accurate, they must have night vision goggles and infrared sights, and they would be captured as soon as they showed their heads.
The three of them were pinned down near the car.
If there is no rescue, they will be dead when the CIA surrounds them.
***
"I'll cover you, retreat to the northeast!"
The injured comrade risked his life and was about to stand up to attract fire when he was pressed down by a force.
“Hmm——” What happened?
He looked at the other two comrades in confusion, "Who's holding me down?"
"No?"
"this......"
"Da da da..." The opposite side fired another burst of shots, successfully suppressing the three people again.
They were all armed with munitions when they came to kill the traitors. They were no match for the submachine guns and sniper rifles that were lying in ambush.
It's not that they didn't think of it, but even if they did, they could only bring guns. Long spears simply couldn't pass various inspections. But in order to eliminate the traitors, those who received the kill order fought to the death.
"Da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da."
"Boom--" The car's fuel tank was hit and immediately caught fire.
The three of them immediately took advantage of the moment when the fuel tank exploded to rush to the northeast.
"Hurry!" Yan Jiuru ordered the ghost to throw out the chain, which trapped the three people a few hundred meters away and pulled them over.
The three of them only felt a chill and arrived at another place.
Without time to think, the three of them immediately looked back and found that the place where they were just now was now surrounded, and in the darkness on the two high places on the opposite side, two hungry wolves were squatting, ready to attack.
"Thank you so much..." The three of them felt terrible when they saw the ghost messenger opposite them.
Were they rescued or died?
Why does it feel like seeing a ghost?
Yan Jiuru is still invisible.
He saved the other person because they were all Xuan Kingdom's traitor hunters, and they would definitely lend a hand when they saw danger, but for their own safety, they didn't say much.
"The traitor Yu Mousheng has been executed. I estimate that all of Virginia will be prohibited from entering or leaving after dawn. I can send you to Xuan Country, or you can leave on your own?"
"Uh," the three of them came back to their senses and looked at each other. The leader asked tentatively, "Returning to China is..."
Yan Jiuru chuckled: "As you can see, walking the Netherworld Path, do you dare?"
The three of them gritted their teeth and said, "We dare. We are not afraid of death, so what is there to be afraid of?"
Yan Jiuru nodded and said, "If there is nothing to deal with here, we will set off immediately."
The traitor was not found in the safe house here. I believe the CIA will soon go to the real safe house to confirm Yu Mousheng's safety, and martial law will be imposed at that time.
Fortunately, since the three of them were here to kill traitors, they must have arranged everything long ago.
Just go.
***
Stepping into the Netherworld Gate again, Yan Jiuru immediately sat down to absorb the spirit stones to recover.
Constantly teleporting to save people in front of him increased his energy consumption, and continuing the long journey back to Berkeley would be too tiring and would also damage his soul.
The ghost officer didn't dare to make a sound, but his ghost eyes kept looking at the fragrant souls, which made the three of them feel cold all over.
The people of Xuan Country all know something about metaphysics, but in the past they had only heard of stories of ghost soldiers borrowing the road.
Who could have imagined that one day they would pass through the underworld.
It's really unpredictable.
After consuming a bunch of spirit stones, Yan Jiuru felt a lot more relaxed.
"Let's go."
A living soul without any cultivation cannot stay in the underworld for too long, otherwise even if it is sent to the world of the living, it will become extremely weak.
***
Yan Jiuru first went to a cemetery in Palo Alto, California, where Jin Wudai's body was buried.
The United States tried every means to prevent the family from transporting Jin Wudai back to Xuan State for burial. They even performed an autopsy on the body without the family's consent.
Yan Jiuru stood in the dark cemetery.
There are only a few simple words on Jin Wudai's tombstone, no heroic deeds, not even an introduction or epitaph.
Shabby and deserted.
Yan Jiuru saluted in the darkness and whispered, "Comrade Jin Wudai, on behalf of the Xuan government, I am here to inform you that the man who betrayed you, Yu Mousheng, has been killed by Wu Ge in a CIA safe house!
Here, this is his head, for you to pay tribute to!"
He threw out a human head in a plastic bag, and it rolled to the tombstone.
"This is his soul. Watch carefully! I will burn him for you right now!"
Yan Jiuru released the soul of Yu, who was detained by the ghost, from the storage ring.
The confused soul of Yu was about to curse when he saw the person who killed him, but then he saw the other person rub his fingertips together, and a small blue flame floated over, seemingly dying.
The soul instinctively wanted to hide, but it couldn't escape the tiny flame and started burning as soon as it touched it.
“Ah, ah, ah—”
Waves of extremely shrill screams came from the soul.
The ghost's soul trembled, and his stiff arm broke into pieces.
"Burning, God, Refining, Soul... Devil Flame!"
Click, click! The ghost turned around stiffly and saw nothing.
He is so unlucky. How could he have attracted such a big demon that would refine his soul at the slightest disagreement?
***
As the screams and crackling sounds gradually faded to silence, soon Yu Mou Sheng's soul was reduced to ashes.
Slowly, a drifting soul appeared in the darkness, bowed towards Yan Jiuru, and made the shape of "thank you" with its mouth.
Yan Jiuru nodded and said, "I want to send your body back to China. Your deeds should be honored by future generations in the Revolutionary Cemetery, rather than being left here in obscurity. What do you think?"
Jin Wudai's soul nodded and said, "Return to my hometown."
Yan Jiuru collected the soul and asked the ghost to deal with it. He dug up Jin Wudai's tomb and confirmed that the body in the coffin was indeed Jin Wudai. Then he put it into a separate storage bag.
After the cemetery was restored to its original state, Yan Jiuru asked the ghost catcher for a soul-beating stick, poked Yu's head on the soul-beating stick and erected it in front of the tombstone, and carved on the cement ground next to it: The head of the traitor Yu Mousheng!
After doing all this, Yan Jiuru still took the detour back to Xuan Country and handed over the two storage bags to Institute 107.
One was Jin Wudai's coffin, and the other was a backup of some materials he handed over to the CIA that was found at Yu Mousheng's place, both of which were written down by him.
I think he also knows that the news has to be revealed bit by bit. If it is revealed all at once, it will be worthless.
At this point, Xuan Country’s only global kill order has been completed!
The subsequent ending is not his business.
***
One day in the human world is equal to one year in the underworld.
Yan Jiuru didn't know that while he was busy here, the beautiful country over there was already in chaos.
There is a remnant of Xuan Guo in the CIA, and they soon discovered that something was not right.
Once the fire here is out, immediately send people to the real safe house.
As a result, amidst the layers of effective encirclement, only a headless corpse and the ironic bloody words on the wall remained!
As for the visitor, he left no trace.
However, all the monitoring equipment in the house are functioning normally.
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