Chapter 55 Tracking and Anti-tracking, I will take away their black cores
Time passes by every 1 minute and 1 second.
The lame monster has not appeared yet.
Dark No. 2 observed Feng Mu pacing back and forth in the dead end, frequently looking down at the time on his mobile phone, and couldn't help feeling annoyed and confused.
The waiting time is almost 1 hour.
Did the target come too early, or was the lame weirdo late? Dark No. 2's brain was not very smart, and he couldn't figure it out, so he could only lurk in the dark and wait patiently.
Then, he clearly saw that the target suddenly glanced at his phone again, and his expression became visibly ugly. He looked around in annoyance, as if looking for someone hiding in the dark.
"Don't hide, come out, he has seen you, he won't come." Feng Mu shouted to the air.
Dark No. 2 was stunned for a moment, his stiff eyeballs moved, and his expression looked even more stupid.
It took Dark No. 2 a full half minute to figure out that the target was probably talking to him, and the "he" he was referring to was the lame weirdo.
"I'm exposed?"
"The mission failed, but I was hiding very quietly. Even the ants didn't play with me. How did they find me?"
Dark No. 2 is not good at thinking, but he is very good at lurking and killing, and he has rarely been exposed in the past.
The most important thing is that the lame weirdo discovered him, but he didn't discover the lame weirdo. It was like there was a nest of ants hidden in the hole under his feet, but he didn't notice it. He missed the nest of ants in vain, and felt as uncomfortable as if ants were crawling in his heart.
Feng Mu was suspicious as to why the stalker in the dark hadn't come out yet. He frowned and continued to shout, "He doesn't want the black core in my hand anymore. Do you want it? I'll sell it to you for 400 yuan."
"If you are willing, I will sell you all the ones in the future. How about that? If you don't come out, I will leave."
As Feng Mu spoke, he opened his handbag, revealing the black cores he had worked so hard to accumulate.
Dark No. 2 walked out from the shadow corner with a dark face, holding the ant stick in his hand and rubbing his fingers back and forth on it. This was his habitual action to relieve the fatigue caused by thinking.
Feng Muzhen was shocked. He didn't notice that there was a person hiding in that cramped corner.
"I clearly looked at that position just now, but I didn't see him. Is it because his skin color is too dark, or he is hiding his presence, just like an ant hiding in the dark." He felt even more fearful.
Feng Mu asked with a dark face: "You are alone, where are your two companions? When did you follow me? Forget it, it doesn't matter. Do you have money? I have a total of 17 black cores here."
Dark No. 2 looked at Feng Mu, who seemed a little frustrated and money-minded, and had a headache.
I'm exposed. Does that mean the mission has failed?
Should I make a deal with him now, or just kill him? Feng Mu felt a hint of malice, his ribs tightening under his chest skin, and the skin on his right hand holding the handbag itched and cracked.
He asked unhappily, "Do you want it or not? Give me an answer."
Dark No. 2's thoughts were interrupted. He stared at Feng Mu intently, his fingernails scraping a layer of ant skin on the wooden stick, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let me see your phone."
Feng Mu reluctantly showed his mobile phone screen, on which there was a text message from [Lame Weirdo].
——You are being targeted. I don’t want the black core in your hand anymore. Sell it to them. I will take it back from them.
Dark No. 2 stared at the [lame weirdo] in the sender's note for 5 seconds before shifting his gaze back to Feng Mu's face.
Feng Mu almost thought that the other party became suspicious and wanted to click on the note number to check.
This number is different from the one they told them before. There is no way. Feng Mu can't send a text message to himself in front of Dark No. 2.
There is no scheduled text messaging function, so I can only change Ma Wei’s number to a new alias.
Dark No. 2 stared at the phone for a long time. Feng Mu's heart sank and his eyes quietly aimed at the other person's throat.
This distance is just right for a sudden and powerful sneak attack using the [Eagle Claw Kung Fu's third move: Sky-Splitting Finger]
Dark No. 2 reached into his trouser pocket and took out his wallet. Without counting them, he took out all the banknotes in it and handed them to Feng Mu.
Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the money and handed the handbag to the other party.
He pretended to be a money-grubber counting money with a smile on his face, but Dark No. 2 had already turned around and walked away quickly.
In the end, he did not choose to attack Feng Mu. Not only did he move them by saying that he would sell all the black cores in the back to them, but he also might need to rely on him to find the [lame weirdo].
Coming up with this answer almost burned out half of his brain cells.
Dark No. 2 walked out of the alley carrying the bag, still mumbling something.
Passersby looked at him talking to himself with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a mentally retarded person.
Dark No. 2 was reciting the contents of the text message. His brain was not working well, so he thought it would be best to memorize it word for word and then tell it to his companions when he got back.
Then, at some point, he suddenly stopped, his voice caught in his throat.
"The text message said that [Lame Weird Man] wanted to take the black core from us? Could it be that he found the place where we hid the black core?"
Dark No. 2's face changed drastically. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his brain finally worked properly. He quickly spread his legs and ran forward.
And if the direction of the arrow of his running was extended all the way, it would just point to the eye-catching "black pillar".
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Dark No. 2, who was running at full speed, didn't know that Feng Mu was following his footsteps, following the smell and catching up with him at a leisurely pace.
The tracker and the tracked, the prey and the hunted, quietly reversed their positions.
After 1 hour.
At the outermost edge of the snack street in the west of the city, Feng Mu stopped and his eyes narrowed into slits: "Hey, the coordinates of the blood are circling around the 'black column', as if they want to sneak in."
"So, the destination is also in the old and dilapidated neighborhood blocked by the 'Black Pillar'. Is it a coincidence, or... is this group of black market merchants also related to [Fate]?"
"No way, they are the couriers I'm waiting for, right?"
Feng Mu's expression was full of surprise. After a while, he shook his head, denying this absurd idea.
It doesn't feel like it.
The most important thing is, if they are related to [Fate] and live in this community, they would have been exposed to the police station two weeks ago, so they should all be trapped in the "Black Pillar" by now.
"So, it's just a pure coincidence." Feng Mu thought to himself.
As time went by, most of the onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving only a few people still waiting outside the snack street, waiting for the "black pillar" to dissipate.
Obviously, they were worried about their relatives and friends living in the "Black Pillar", and Wang Xiuli's frail figure was among them.
Feng Mu withdrew his gaze, followed the dispersing crowd into the opposite block, walked into a restaurant, ordered a bowl of rice, and chewed it slowly.
The blood sensing time is 24 hours, and he has the patience to wait.
Wait for the black column to dissipate;
Wait for Dark No. 2 to sneak back to the residence;
Waiting for the marked black core to return to its "big family".
"It is possible that we may have to take some risks, but if we succeed, it will be a bonanza. We may even be able to collect enough Yinsha Jiuyou Evil Resentment Iron in one go."
Feng Mu swallowed his food slowly, feeling the movement in his stomach and intestines, and suddenly he felt even hungrier.
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(End of this chapter)
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