Chapter 57: A Trap? No, This Is My Best Chance
A full two hours.
The last garbage truck slowly drove away.
After the large bodies were cleaned up, it was inevitable that some fragments and bloodstains would remain on the ground or in the building.
Fortunately, the leaders on site were very humane and did not demand too much cleaning, pursuing a face-saving project that could be wiped clean with just a finger.
Zhou Jian gathered his team and left. Before leaving, he nodded to the special commissioner and left a message for Wang Yilin: "There will be more work to clear out [Fate] in the future, and the Survey Corps is happy to help."
Wang Yilin nodded in understanding, and this time he really understood the other party's subtext.
"Special Envoy, let's withdraw too." Special Envoy Wang Yilin Chong asked.
Upon hearing this, the special commissioner raised his lips in an intriguing arc and said faintly: "Yes, there is no one left, let's go too."
After a while.
Deep in the diagonal alley, Feng Mu first saw the Survey Corps lift the martial law blockade and leave in full force.
Soon after, the captains of the police station also came out and left in the night.
Because it was too dark at night, Feng Mu couldn't see the faces clearly and couldn't confirm whether Feng Ju was inside.
He was not worried about Feng Ju's life or death. He just used this to judge whether the police station had really withdrawn, or if they were pretending to withdraw part of the police station and actually left spies inside.
This is how spy dramas were played in the past, it’s become an old-fashioned plot.
Feng Mu had his own way to confirm it. He walked a little out of the alley and glanced at Wang Xiuli.
I saw that the latter was indeed making a phone call, and it was obvious who he was calling.
Wang Xiuli covered her mouth lightly: "I'm glad you're okay. Inside is...Oh, okay, I won't ask anymore. Do you still want to go back to the police station? Okay, I get it. I won't go into that community. I'll go home and wait for you."
Feng Mu looked at Wang Xiuli's back as she hung up the phone and left, his brows slightly frowned.
Of course he couldn't hear what Wang Xiuli said on the phone, but Wang Xiuli left alone, and Feng Ju didn't even come out to meet her.
Is the police station an organization with such strict discipline?
Feng Mu curled his lips and sneered in his heart: "The probability of this being a trap is more than 50%."
Dark No. 2 didn't think so. He watched in secret as the Survey Corps and the Police Station evacuated before he slowly walked out of the shadows in the corner.
He rushed into the community in a panic.
The ground was wet when you stepped on it, and the air was filled with a mixture of detergent and blood, a strange fragrance.
Dark No. 2 ignored everything and went straight to Room 702 of Building 4.
"Everything is just as the special envoy expected. Sure enough, someone has arrived."
Wang Yilin, who had seen everything, spoke to the special envoy with full conviction.
This time he didn't make the foolish mistake of asking if it was just because his family lived in the community that he was so anxious.
If your relatives were in a neighborhood where everyone had just been massacred, would you rush in without hesitation when you saw the bloodstains on the ground and the strange smell in the air? Of course, this possibility could be ruled out, but it is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go. Wang Yilin has already understood the truth.
He asked without hesitation: "Or should we kill everyone who comes in?"
The special envoy watched as several more people entered the community, but their movements were obviously hesitant and slow. Of course, it could be possible that some of them were pretending.
"Enforcement should not be so brutal. If they don't resist, they should be arrested and tried. If they resist arrest, they should be killed."
Without the cover of the black pillar, the special envoy skillfully changed his face and said righteously,
"We will never let any bad guy go, but we will never wrongly accuse a good person either."
Wang Yilin accepted the instruction and signaled Feng Ju with his eyes, who immediately rushed down with the lurking captain of the police.
Although he was still an ordinary captain of police, Feng Ju could feel that his status among the captains of police was rising. The chief obviously valued him, and other captains of police would subconsciously gather around him.
"I'm going to be promoted, and I might have a chance at the end-of-year captain selection."
Feng Ju was furious. He assigned some people to capture those who came in later, while he himself rushed into the four buildings first.
Room 702.
Dark No. 2 quickly entered the room and glanced at the bloodstains on the ground. There was no body of Zhang Hao and no signs of a fierce fight.
There is blood.
No body.
There were no signs of fighting or resistance.
From the above clues, you can infer that...
Dark No. 2 didn't have the brains to do so. He quickly walked towards the bedroom, opened the wardrobe and knocked on the secret door at the back.
There was a suitcase hidden in the secret room. When the suitcase was opened, a row of black cores were found inside.
There are not many of them, but each one is several times the size of a normal black core, and the surface seems to have been polished and repaired, with few cracks and a faint metallic luster.
There was a silver instrument at the bottom of the box.
Seeing that the black core was still there, Dark No. 2 breathed a sigh of relief, then his ears twitched as he heard hurried footsteps coming from the building.
He quickly threw the handbag into the secret room, closed the wardrobe, took out an ant stick from his trouser pocket, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
A constable outside the door kicked the door open and rushed in, and his eye sockets went black.
Feng Ju was horrified to see the captain of the police breaking into the door, with a wooden stick sticking out of the back of his head and white brain matter spilling out.
thump.
The body fell to the ground.
Dark No. 2 used his fingertips to pull out the eyeballs on the stick, mixed them with the ant corpses soaked in white paste, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them twice, and swallowed them down his throat.
"Get out of the way, or you'll die!"
Dark No. 2 spoke with a sincere tone, and as he chewed without swallowing, a ferocious aura that made one's scalp tingle burst out.
Feng Ju's pupils shrank slightly, and he judged Dark No. 2 as the most evil element of [Fate] without hesitation. There was no other reason, just based on this viciousness, he did not wrong you at all.
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"Shoot him!" Feng Ju ordered, while moving aside.
A dozen police chiefs blocked the door, with the black muzzles of their guns pointing inside. The next second, gunshots rang out.
In the cramped bedroom, with more than a dozen pistols firing continuously, there was almost no blind spot to hide.
But Dark No. 2 stepped on the ground, his thigh muscles bulged, and he fell forward. The moment he stepped on the ground, he became like a flying plow.
The floor behind him was plowed away, and fragments splashed onto the wall, and he appeared at the door in the blink of an eye, his arms turned into sickle afterimages, and in an instant, six or seven broken legs were separated, and three or four constables screamed, and their bodies suddenly became half a head shorter.
The police officers who were blocking the door scattered in horror, and Dark No. 2 took advantage of the chaos to rush out of the bedroom.
Feng Ju became very anxious and fired continuously, emptying the magazine in an instant, causing a string of blood to splash on the latter's back as he fled.
"Chase him, he has been shot and can't escape." Feng Ju shouted.
Dark No. 2 was shot in the back, but his movements did not slow down at all, as if he was not affected at all. He just turned his head to look back, and shot out with the short stick in his hand.
call out--
Feng Ju was quick-witted and pulled the captain of the police next to him over. The latter was caught off guard and his body tilted, and his throat was broken by the wooden stick.
Feng Ju let go of his "savior", the hairs on his neck stood up, and the piece of wooden stick that had pierced through was less than 1 centimeter away from his Adam's apple.
"Chase him. Don't let him escape. The special envoy is watching him~"
The ruthlessness in Feng Ju's heart was aroused. He put the pistol back into his pocket, pulled out his standard dagger, and chased downstairs like a mad dog, growling.
The captain with a broken leg fell to the ground and screamed. The captain with a stick stuck in his throat breathed in more than out. The other captains looked at each other and all followed Feng Ju again, but they all subconsciously fell behind him a little.
Dark No. 2 rushed out of the building. Free from the constraints of the cramped terrain, it was like a fish swimming into the sea or an ant entering the grass. Its body shape and speed became several times more flexible.
The hastily surrounded police outside could not catch his movements at all, and their bullets could only chase his shadow.
"Sure enough, without the help of terrain blockade, or without setting up an ambush in advance to rush the siege, the threat of hot weapons to martial arts masters is still too small."
The special commissioner slightly regretted letting the Survey Corps evacuate, mainly because he didn't expect to catch such a big fish again.
"I just wanted to catch more fish, but I didn't expect that this fish is only slightly less ferocious than that scarred woman."
The special commissioner stretched his neck, and under Wang Yilin's astonished gaze, he took one step forward and took several steps, passing the group of constables in an instant.
The air was filled with the joking voice of the special commissioner: "I'm going to stretch my muscles. Send someone to search the room that man just returned to. His handbag was not taken out."
Dark No. 2, who had been fleeing all the way, did not panic when he was surrounded and shot, but at this moment his heart was beating wildly. He finally realized that he had made a huge mistake.
He shouldn't have put the handbag in the secret cabinet.
Wrong, his real mistake was that he should not have followed Feng Mu today~ Dark No. 2 was very anxious, and the rhythm of his fleeing steps was unstable for a moment. He wanted to turn around and fight back, but he just had a slow brain, which didn't mean he was completely brainless.
Going back would be suicide. There are too many guns and people in the police station, and he cannot kill them all by himself.
Moreover, the person following behind him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
What Dark No. 2 didn't know was that at this moment, there was another person in the darkness who was as anxious as he was.
"The police station really set a trap. Damn that black-faced idiot. He is more stupid than I thought. If the black core falls into the hands of the police station, it will be difficult for me to get it~"
Feng Mu frowned, and without hesitating for too long, his facial muscles suddenly twitched strangely.
The most terrifying hunter in the ambush circle has been seduced away by Black Face.
The remaining hunters also suffered heavy casualties, and they probably didn't expect that another wave of attacks would come. Now is the time when they are most relaxed.
Now is my best chance to get the black core!
Feng Mu sighed deeply and walked out of the alley slowly. When he emerged from the darkness, his face was covered with a sinister mask of bones...
(End of this chapter)
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