Chapter 606 Our own people? ! !
What Feng Ju said was actually only part of the special envoy's concerns.
The special envoy also had a deeper consideration, which was that the value of [Mask] had increased.
Originally, the arrest of [Mask] was just for [Mask] itself, but now it is more for the purpose of completing the parchment scroll, so naturally it must be kept more confidential.
He had already made up his mind to kill all the people who knew the truth, including Feng Ju in front of him, and he would not let him go.
At this time, how could we dare to let more people participate in the capture of [Mask]?
What if [Mask] shouts out something that shouldn’t be said in public...can he still silence everyone in the police station and the investigation department?
“Hmm…”
The special envoy's mind raced, he put away Feng Ju's phone, and said without question:
"I'll take your phone. From now on, don't go anywhere else. Just stay in my villa. When the news comes, we'll leave immediately!"
There was a cold light flashing in his eyes:
"When the time comes, you will be responsible for killing Li Shang, and I will deal with [Mask] myself."
After all, he is a descendant of the sacred Song family. Even if he is "exiled" to the city, he still has several life-saving items given by the family. These trump cards are enough to deal with most unexpected crises.
As long as the strength displayed by [Mask] does not exceed too much from what he showed in the live broadcast in the sewer... he has a little confidence that he can defeat him!
"Yes! I obey your command! I will not let you down!"
Feng Ju immediately bowed and accepted the order, showing a determination that showed he was willing to die for the special envoy.
Just as the special envoy was about to turn around, Feng Ju seemed to suddenly remember something and said hesitantly:
"Oh, Special Envoy, there is one more thing."
Special Correspondent: “Speak.”
Feng Ju said hurriedly:
"On my way to the villa just now, I discovered that the night watchmen seemed to be active nearby."
The correspondent's pupils shrank slightly:
"Watchman, are you sure?"
Feng Ju replied:
"Their attire is very distinctive. They are all covered in black and have black masks on their faces. They must be the Night's Watch."
The special commissioner asked: "What are they doing?"
Feng Ju shook his head and said:
"I'm not sure, but I saw that they seemed to be holding some kind of instrument in their hands, waving it around..."
Feng Ju said he didn't know clearly, but his description was very serious and detailed.
Of course he was lying, but his lies were mixed with the true characteristics of the Night Watchmen, and he did not reveal his purpose, leaving the special envoy to imagine it himself.
The special envoy's face darkened instantly, and his mind was racing:
"Night Watchmen? Why are they nearby? Could it be that they captured the energy radiation fluctuations generated by the three consecutive evil rituals last night?"
The special envoy was knowledgeable and, through Feng Ju's brief description, he inferred that the instrument in the special envoy's hand might be some kind of energy detector.
This possibility made his heart sink.
He was not afraid that the night watchman would rush in and arrest him immediately. With his identity, as long as the other party did not have solid evidence, it would be impossible for them to do anything to him.
But those guys in the Night Watch are notoriously stupid.
An organization that is willing to trade its life for that of [Fate] and almost destroy itself must be stupid.
Once you are targeted by them, it will be like being stuck with a dog-skin plaster, and a lot of trouble will arise for no reason.
This is a hidden danger for him whether he is trying to capture [Mask] or conduct subsequent "secret research".
The special envoy looked uncertain, thinking secretly:
"Since the Night Watchmen are still exploring the periphery, it means that the fluctuation range they captured is not accurate, but only a rough range. As long as I act cautiously and don't expose myself, I will be fine."
"unlucky--"
The special envoy cursed under his breath, and almost subconsciously reached out and touched something hard in his arms through his clothes.
"The parchment scroll is most closely related to the evil sacrifice. There must be residual radiation fluctuations from the evil sacrifice on it. I can't keep it with me anymore. Otherwise, if I go out and run into the night watchmen..."
After a moment, he forced himself to suppress the irritation in his heart, waved his hand at Feng Ju, and said in a calm tone:
"Okay, I get it. You don't have to worry about the Night Watch."
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Feng Ju, turned around and strode upstairs. His steps were obviously heavy and hurried. It was obvious that the news from the night watchman made him feel extra pressure.
He had to hide the scroll and lock it in a safe.
The safe is embedded in the wall, and the key is that a layer of gold is melted on the inner wall. As we all know, gold has an inhibitory effect on evil things.
In other words, the gold safe can lock up the energy radiation of the parchment scroll.
In addition, he also needs to take a bath to wash away any evil sacrifice radiation that may remain on his body.
Feng Ju stood there, bowing slightly, until the special envoy's back disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
He slowly straightened his back, the panic-stricken look on his face peeled off like a mask, his eyelids drooped slightly, and an imperceptible sneer flashed across the corner of his lips.
At the same time.
A shabby van, like a tired old cow, panted and stopped outside an abandoned factory.
The wall was dilapidated and the overgrown weeds had almost swallowed up the underground shaft at the base of the wall.
The door clicked dryly on its hinges as it was pushed open.
Li Shang was the first to jump out of the car, and then took a backpack half a person's height from the car. The backpack was bulging.
Chang Erbing followed closely behind. When he landed, the soft mud under his feet made a "puff" sound, and mud splashed onto his trouser legs. He was also carrying a large bag.
The last person to come down was Ma Bin, who carried a handbag in addition to a backpack.
There was no words between the three of them, only a brief exchange of glances.
Li Shang squatted down and opened the rusty manhole cover.
The smell wafting from the wellhead is like that of aged liquor, and it is definitely not pleasant.
Li Shang glanced into the well, then nodded to the two people behind him, indicating them to follow, and jumped in first.
Chang Erbing and Ma Bin followed closely behind, their figures quickly swallowed up by the darkness in the well.
"Damn, this place is terrible!"
Chang Erbing spat and cursed, and his voice echoed in the winding underground shaft.
"Stop talking nonsense and follow closely."
Li Shang's voice came from the front.
The three of them turned around in the underground shaft. After an unknown amount of time, Li Shang finally stopped at a relatively wide confluence wellhead.
The shaft had long been abandoned, and what flowed through it was not sewage, but air filled with all kinds of smells.
"That's it."
Li Shang said as he took off his backpack and placed it gently on the ground.
[Mask]’s first live broadcast took place in an underground shaft, so it made sense that they would choose the underground shaft as the location for their “meeting” with [Mask” this time as well.
Even though they didn't inform [Mask] at all, and the special envoy probably wouldn't be suspicious, the details still had to be paid attention to.
This is the professional quality of being a detective.
Chang Erbing and Ma Bin also took off their backpacks with a sense of relief, and the three of them unzipped their bags almost at the same time.
The flashlight beam focused on the inside of the open backpack, instantly illuminating the inside which was filled with explosives of various shapes.
There is no uniform packaging, no regular shape, they are just stuffed randomly into the backpack.
Chang Erbing's bag contained several large pieces of yellowish-brown objects roughly wrapped in oil paper, which gave off a strong and pungent smell of ammonium nitrate, like some low-quality fertilizer. Below them, one could see a cylinder slightly larger than a fist, tightly wrapped in plastic cloth.
Li Shang's bag contained several tubular objects wrapped in waterproof plastic, with the connecting wires exposed.
There were several square pieces of plastic explosives wrapped in moisture-proof paper, with their edges worn rough. There were even a few bundles of extremely primitive-looking black powder rolled in red paper tubes, which had been slightly deformed by the pressure.
The things in Ma Bin’s bag seemed a little more “exquisite”, but that was all.
There were several pieces of C4 plastic explosives sealed in vacuum bags and in a light yellow putty-like shape. Although they were neatly arranged, next to them were several ping-pong ball-sized trigger-type jumping mines with simple plastic shells, with their fuses exposed.
There are also several square remote-controlled detonation modules with exposed circuit boards.
These various kinds of explosives piled together silently announced their "four generations living under one roof" in the flashlight.
It is reasonable for two constables from the police station and a gang leader to get some explosives in a hurry.
Li Shang looked at the pile of junk in front of him, his brows tightly furrowed into a shape of a "川" (cross).
Well, using “good and bad” to describe explosives is somewhat...disrespectful.
He picked up a piece of Chang Er Bing's ammonium nitrate explosive and weighed it, then picked up a remote control module with exposed wiring from Ma Bin's bag:
"Can this thing be used together?"
For a detective, his tone was filled with uncertainty, which was rare.
Chang Erbing scratched his head:
"Is this enough? Damn it, this much explosives is definitely enough to kill the special envoy."
Ma Bin squatted down and pretended to check the explosives:
"Time is running out, this is all we can get. We'll have to make do with what we have. As long as they are buried next to each other, if one is detonated, the others will explode too."
As the saying goes, every profession has its specialties. These three people are obviously not blasting experts. It cannot be said that they know nothing about explosives. It can only be said that their understanding of explosives is very... simple!
Anyway, the execution ability is at its maximum.
The three men picked up shovels and started to dig the ground. They were all skilled in martial arts, and although their martial arts skills were far inferior to those of the special envoy, they would not be defeated when dealing with the not-so-hard concrete ground.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe five hours, maybe six.
All the explosives, regardless of their shape, were buried in interconnected pits in the ground.
Chang Erbing and Li Shang used shovels to fill in the gravel and soil, but it was obviously futile.
Chang Er was breathing heavily, sweat mixed with mud and water running down his forehead:
"Isn't this okay? As long as the special commissioner is not blind, he will be able to see that something is buried in the ground. If he is alert..."
Li Shang also stopped what he was doing and his brows were twisted into a knot.
Ma Bin calmly opened another handbag, picked out a transparent blood bag from it, and then threw it to the ground.
“Pah—”
The blood bag exploded and blood splattered everywhere.
Chang Erbing and Li Shang's eyes lit up and they looked into the handbag at the same time. Of course, they would not be stupid enough to ask Ma Bin where he got the blood.
The two men immediately understood what Ma Bin meant, and also picked up the blood bags and poured them on the ground and threw them against the wall.
Soon, the scene in front of me changed drastically.
The dazzling new soil was covered, penetrated and concealed by large areas of dark red and dark brown.
The walls were covered with bloodstains that flowed freely and intertwined with each other, like the horrific graffiti left by a crazy cultist.
The lingering smell of gunpowder in the air was also covered by the strong smell of blood.
Ma Bin then turned to look at Li Shang: "This should be able to keep it secret from the special envoy, right?"
Li Shang gave Ma Bin a thumbs up: "Sure, no problem."
From his detective's perspective, when the special agent sees the scene before him, he will definitely associate it with the [evil sacrifice ritual]. Even if he notices the turning of the soil on the ground, he will most likely just misunderstand that there is a corpse buried underneath, or mistakenly think that this is a certain step in the evil sacrifice.
Chang Erbing also gave Ma Bin a thumbs up, which was rare.
Ma Bin smiled and said, "That's fine. Then Captain Li, you and Er Bing can go out."
Li Shang and Chang Erbing were both stunned.
Ma Bin continued without pausing:
"I look most like Zheng Hang, so I'll stay here and pretend to be the [Mask] to lure him into the trap."
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken out a human skin mask from his arms and covered his face with it.
It can be seen that the human skin mask was made in a hurry, the workmanship is a bit rough, and the facial features look very stiff. It can only be said that it is about 60% similar to Zheng Hang.
But there was no light in the underground shaft, and with only the residual light of the flashlight, the face was naturally blurred by the shadow. A sudden glance from a distance was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.
Chang Erbing looked at the face in front of him and let out a long sigh. As long as he didn't have to play the [mask] and face the special envoy directly, everything would be fine.
His tense nerves relaxed instantly, and even some gratitude appeared in his eyes.
Li Shang's gaze stayed on Ma Bin's "mask" for a few seconds. He did not dissuade him, but took out a detonator the size of a mobile phone from his pocket.
"We'll leave now. We'll drive around pretending to be on patrol. Once an explosion occurs, no matter what the result is, we'll come here immediately. If the special envoy is lucky enough and is not dead by then..."
Li Shang gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly:
"We'll give him one last shot!"
Ma Bin nodded and carefully put the detonator into his pocket.
Li Shang said no more, patted Chang Erbing on the shoulder, and the two began to pick up the tools and empty backpacks scattered on the ground.
Everything was ready. Just as the two were about to leave, Chang Erbing suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Ma Bin:
"Hey, Ma Bin, I forgot to ask you yesterday. We clearly took a photo of the parchment scroll as a backup. Why didn't you want to let Feng Ju take a look?"
Ma Bin glanced at Chang Erbing calmly and said with a smile:
"I don't trust him very much. The three of us are the ones who have entrusted our lives to him. Feng Ju? No matter how nice he sounds, he is still an outsider. Of course we have to be careful of him."
Chang Erbing opened his mouth and felt that Ma Bin was a man with deep thoughts.
But at this moment, seeing him wearing the [Mask] and hearing him say the words "our own people", I feel that there is nothing wrong with him being more thoughtful.
It’s safe and secure to have someone with a deep mind among your own people!
In the end, he just said "hmm", didn't ask any more questions, turned around and followed Li Shang who was walking out.
…….
(End of this chapter)
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