Chapter 73 The Identity of the First Director of the Supernatural Power Bureau
Li Xiaogou didn't expect that he would see Sus again on the road of escape.
In the battle with the Special Investigation Bureau, Li Xiaogou was seriously injured. On the way to escape to the border, he, Wang Bo and Jiang Mu were thrown into the medical team by Jiang Yao.
It was Sus who changed his bandage.
Li Xiaogou always felt that the relationship between him and Sus was a little awkward. He and Sus were blood relatives in this body, but there was no family affection between them. Not only that, the death of Sus's parents was somewhat related to Li Xiaogou.
So, the whole time Sus was changing his dressing, the tent was eerily quiet.
"Except for Captain Yun, are the other captains really gone?"
Sus lowered his head and adjusted the gauze, avoiding looking into Li Xiaogou's eyes.
It should be said that Li Xiaogou felt a little relieved.
"uncertain."
"Your judgment?"
"The existing evidence is consistent with my judgment. It's not enough to prove that the three captains are gone."
"Oh. It's always good to have hope." Soos nodded.
"How...are you feeling?" Li Xiaogou asked.
"Not bad, I won't die. As long as you don't predict anything outrageous." At this point, Sus smiled and said, "You should pay more attention to yourself. You're injured like this."
"They are just superficial injuries. How is Wang Bo doing?"
He has been lying in bed, while Wang Bo is receiving treatment elsewhere. Jiang Mu came to see him after he was able to move, but Wang Bo never showed up, so he could never feel at ease.
"He eats, sleeps, and isn't fussy. He's tougher than you. His superficial injuries are almost healed, but his consciousness hasn't recovered yet. The medics don't dare act rashly, fearing it might make the situation worse. We can only gather more information about his supernatural powers before we can provide targeted treatment for Wang Bo."
It's not a big deal as long as people are still here.
When this thought came to his mind, Li Xiaogou's eyes narrowed slightly and his breathing paused for a second. He thought of Mo Shang.
Mo Shang is already dead, but he couldn't die in peace.
"You need to rest well and heal your injuries before you can help them."
Suss pushed him to sleep, packed up the medicine and left.
The team stopped and started, and Li Xiaogou lay in the car, occasionally feeling that this was not an escape, but more like a self-driving tour organized by the bureau.
However, some people who left forever reminded him that this was a cruel war.
When Jiang Mu came to see Li Xiaogou for the second time, his injury had completely healed. It was obvious that Jiang Yao had not used any brutal force at all, but was just putting on a show.
Li Xiaogou wanted to ask him about what Jiang Yao knew, but he keenly discovered that the father and son seemed to be still in a cold war...
Okay, you are quite irritable.
Jiang Yao certainly knew more than what he said, but his mouth seemed to be welded shut with concrete and steel bars, and no word could be uttered from it.
Jiang Mu said that they were heading west all the way. The west was dry and connected to a large desert. It was really not easy to find people in the desert, so it was a good hiding place.
"Your father—I mean, Yan Chong, has he mentioned any follow-up plans?"
"He said that Team Yun had already arranged accommodations for us. We should leave the country and settle down first so we can recover from our injuries. He will take a small team to Jigu to investigate. The disappearances of Wang Zheng and Du Tu are suspicious. Perhaps Yunlou has plans for them as well. After they return from Jigu, we will find a way to contact the director and make plans for their future affairs."
"Are you okay?"
Li Xiaogou was stunned for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "I'm just recovering a little slower than you. What's wrong? Do you look down on me?"
"That's not what I meant. You know what I mean. I'm asking if you're feeling okay." Jiang Mu lowered his eyelids. "I understand you. Even though you don't say anything, you're very sentimental. Mo Shang, Captain Yun, and Wang Bo all had accidents right in front of you, yet you acted as if nothing had happened. How could I not be worried?"
"What are you worried about?" Li Xiaogou's pale hands were covered in purple veins. He clutched the corners of his hands tightly and laughed sarcastically, "Are you worried that I'll commit suicide?"
"Don't worry, I won't."
Jiang Mu didn't say anything, just stared at him, observing his micro-expressions, and ruling out any possibility that he was lying.
Li Xiaogou smiled weakly: "I'm serious, I won't commit suicide."
He had lost an important part of himself before. He was able to hold on until the end of his revenge last time, so he shouldn't do any worse this time.
"I will make those people pay the price." He repeated.
Jiang Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to let go completely, because Li Xiaogou couldn't see his appearance, but Jiang Mu could see it clearly.
His face was pale and his eyes were empty. When he stared at a certain place for a long time, Jiang Mu would always have the illusion that there seemed to be water stains under his eyes.
This was like the pitiful look of someone who had lost his only childhood toy, and Jiang Mu couldn't ignore it.
There is no other way, I can only keep an eye on it more.
In the days that followed, Jiang Mu would come to see Li Xiaogou every day. Gradually, Li Xiaogou's injuries had almost recovered, and he was no longer trapped in the RV. He pulled Jiang Mu and forced his way into Yan Chong's pickup truck, and traveled with him.
Yan Chong was looking at a map at the time. When he heard the sound of the car door closing, he just raised his eyelids, as if he had expected him to come.
"Paper map? Retro."
"You've recovered completely, but you're starting to talk nonsense again." Yan Chong retorted, "You'll be discovered immediately if you use location tracking."
"Didn't you say Mo Shang was dead? There are only two people in the Information Department, and Ling is still dormant. Without Mo Shang, who else can track us?"
Yan Chong looked back and saw the provocative smile on Li Xiaogou's lips as expected.
This guy is trying to trick him.
Stroking his hair irritably, Yan Chong asked his men to stop the car and then drove the people out.
The car was very quiet and Li Xiaogou could only hear his own rapid breathing.
He was excited because he knew what Yan Chong was going to say next was very important.
Yan Chong stared at Li Xiaogou, his back teeth creaking. If possible, he probably wanted to bite Li Xiaogou.
Unfortunately not.
He turned his head, opened the car window and lit a cigarette. The wind blew in the wrong direction, and the car was instantly filled with smoke. The two non-smoking recovered patients in the back seat started coughing one after another.
Yan Chong's mood finally calmed down a bit, and his expression became better. Then he said slowly: "After you get off this car, just pretend you didn't hear what I'm going to say next."
"My memory isn't that bad."
Yan Chong choked and decided to pretend he didn't hear Li Xiaogou's muttering: "I asked you to do this not because I'm afraid you'll reveal the secret, but because I'm worried that you'll lose your life because of believing in this secret."
Li Xiaogou frowned.
"I've already mentioned the first director, so I won't go into the details of the investigation. I'll just tell you the most probable conclusion at this point."
"Yan Jiang, the first director of the Special Investigation Bureau is not dead, but is still alive among us in a way that no one could have guessed."
"Beside? Do you mean Mo Shang?"
"He only briefly controlled Mo Shang's body. There's no direct evidence to prove my subsequent speculation—I believe Yan Jiang exists in this world in the form of virtual data."
"Is that why you don't dare to use satellite positioning?" Jiang Mu asked.
"Well, although it's just speculation, our current situation requires us to avoid any possible risks."
"Data..." Li Xiaogou muttered, "But if he's just data, then how does he control Mo Shang?"
Yan Chong shook his head. "Everything only exists in theory. When Yan Chong was still around, he was very interested in the supernatural power of immortality. He has been secretly looking for people with related supernatural powers. Only our Yan family knows about this trend. But the Yan family's information network can't find any information, so how can Yan Jiang find it? The only somewhat related one is the permanent storage of consciousness in the information space."
"At the time, the Yan family gave this paper and the research institute's information to Yan Jiang as a favor. I just happened to remember this. I don't remember the content of the research very clearly, but theoretically, if human will can be stored in the form of electronic signals, then this will can continuously replicate itself, and the supernatural powers stored in the information terminal can also be simulated."
Li Xiaogou frowned even more tightly, he understood what Yan Chong meant.
"If your speculation is correct, then Yan Jiang is omnipresent, and as long as the Special Investigation Bureau's Information Department has recorded the superpower information of the superpowered people, he can simulate their superpowers by analyzing them?"
Yan Chong spit out the dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were misty, and he nodded slightly after a while.
Li Xiaogou felt a weight on his side. Jiang Muyang leaned back in his chair, his eyes staring blankly, the light gone from his eyes.
Because anyone with a sane mind can tell that such an enemy is invincible.
After a brief shock, Li Xiaogou ignited hope faster than anyone else.
All the information about his special abilities recorded in the Special Investigation Bureau is wrong. What he possesses is not a special ability at all, but a system.
This might be his weapon.
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