Chapter 612: The Uncrowned King, the Advantage Is in Me? ! !
I gently rubbed my slightly itchy eye sockets with my fingertips, but the itchiness did not ease. Instead, it felt like tiny insects were crawling under the skin, bringing a deeper, throbbing tingling sensation.
Feng Mu decided to visit the prison warden Qian Huan. How could he miss his company at such a happy occasion?
Of course, Feng Mu was not surprised by Qian Huan's awakening. This was a part that had already been preset in his carefully choreographed script.
It would be best if Li Hanyu could wake Qian Huan up. If he cannot, he will find a way to make Qian Huan wake up at the right time.
Feng Mu’s backup plan was to let the venom secretly parasitize into Qian Huan’s body.
From the very beginning, Feng Mu's intention was not to kill Qian Huan. He was not such a cold-blooded and heartless person.
He had never coveted the position of prison warden because he knew his shortcomings better than anyone else - he had no background, no qualifications, and was too young.
Even if Qian Huan died, the title of prison warden would never fall on his head.
He doesn't need the crown to fall on his head, he just needs the crown not to fall on other people's heads.
Only in this way can he become the uncrowned king of the Second Prison.
Oh~
The crown can continue to remain on Qian Huan’s head!
After all, the only thing he could move was his head, so it was perfect for him to wear a crown, and he could only wear a crown.
Standing still, he is the real face of the second supervisor!
Originally, Feng Mu was not sure that his plan would succeed, but the progress bar that kept climbing on the system interface was undoubtedly the most powerful evidence.
For Feng Mu, the most valuable function of the system is far more than just upgrading and strengthening.
It is more like a lighthouse in the dark, anchoring his course.
Whenever he needed to confirm whether he was on the right path, the flashing system prompts were the best compass.
Just as he became a guiding light for his sister, the system also illuminated the fastest way to the bottom of the abyss for him.
grateful!!!
After leaving the prison and sitting in the car, Feng Mu suddenly received another call.
It was Ma Bin who called and told him a good news - he had caught a big fish. He wanted to invite him to go to the theater together and gave him the coordinates of the location.
Feng Mu fell into deep thought in the car, hesitating:
"Both sides are dramas, so which invitation should I prioritize?"
………
The soles of Feng Ju's shoes were almost welded to the accelerator pedal as he drove the special envoy at full speed, bravely running red lights.
Until the tires made a sharp scream on the gravel road, stirring up a cloud of dust, the car just stopped in front of the iron gate of the abandoned factory.
"The special envoy has arrived. He should be nearby."
Feng Ju turned off the engine and got out of the car.
The phone only told them the final location coordinates, but did not tell them how to get there. They had to figure it out on their own, after all, there was no mobile phone navigation in the underground shaft.
The two men groped in the overgrown factory area for more than ten minutes and finally found the manhole cover next to a rusty steel frame.
"here."
Feng Ju gave a reminder, spreading his five fingers and gripping the raised edge of the manhole cover like steel claws.
The tiny engine inside the robotic arm made a low hum, and the hydraulic system was instantly pressurized!
“Crack—Bang!!”
The cast iron manhole cover, which was almost rusted to the ground, was lifted up abruptly, carrying with it a large piece of sticky mud and concrete fragments.
The strong, pungent smell of rotting organic matter and chemical waste surged out, almost suffocating.
Feng Ju nodded to the special envoy without any hesitation.
Then, he leaped forward, and his figure was instantly completely swallowed up by the thick darkness below, with only a slight "thump" sound as he landed on the ground.
The special envoy stood at the edge of the well, his brows twisted into a knot.
It was not the first time he had gone down the manhole, but this time it was really smelly.
He took a deep breath, forced down his instinctive disgust, and then carefully took out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket.
The entire brass knuckle is a restrained and deep red-gold color. It is not gaudy like gold, but more like the unique luster of some ancient alloy that has been accumulated over the years.
The shape is simple and quaint, but the connection between the ring and the fist is etched with dense, twisted and coiled tadpole-shaped characters.
These characters were faintly emitting a very light and cold glow, pulsating slightly like living things.
The tiger-fingering symbol is named Zhen, and its origin is unknown, but looking at the scribbles on it, one can guess that it probably came from some hidden door.
After many twists and turns, it was finally acquired by the Song family.
Since the Song family chose to collect it, it is conceivable that this brass knuckle is extraordinary.
This is indeed the case. This pair of tiger knuckles has the ability to break through the power of the evil spirit.
Gang refers to Gangqi, which is formed by the powerful martial artists at the peak of the sixth rank or above seventh rank, who temper their own majestic energy and blood and release it to form an invisible barrier that is stronger than steel and can integrate offense and defense.
This brass knuckle contains a strange energy field that can easily tear apart the internal energy.
Although it can only "break the defense" and cannot cause deeper damage, this point alone is enough to prove its excellence and it is indeed a powerful weapon for cross-level counter-killing.
The meaning of "suppressing evil" is clear at a glance, that is, it is very effective in restraining evil spirits and filth.
Of course, if facing a real evil priest, this pair of brass knuckles would definitely become plastic toys, but if it was just a parasite of the evil priest, at best it would have just passed its larval stage.
Then this pair of brass knuckles is a genuine killing weapon.
The special envoy slowly put the brass knuckles onto his fingers. He felt the cold metal and a strange and powerful force enveloped his fists, as if dyeing his fists into a noble red-gold color.
He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles made slight popping sounds.
"One punch and [Masked] will have to kneel at my feet."
The Special Envoy is full of confidence.
This confidence comes from the profound heritage of sacred bloodline and careful preparation.
In the study in the afternoon, he disassembled every frame of the image of [Mask] in the sewer into hundreds of data slices.
The opponent's strange body movements, the ability to control shadows, the moment when bones transformed... He had studied all the details clearly.
In other words, no one understands [Mask] better than him!
However, the other party knew nothing about him or the power of the brass knuckles.
He has the advantage in intelligence, in equipment, and in martial arts realm.
The special envoy really couldn’t think of how he could lose.
Not only that, in order to prevent any unexpected events, the special envoy even reserved enough "accidental redundancy".
"Even if [Masquerade]'s real strength is 50% stronger than what he showed in the live broadcast, he will never last more than three rounds in my hands!"
The special envoy was determined. He no longer hesitated and jumped into the well.
However, just a moment after the echo of the falling object died down in the well, two figures appeared silently at the edge of the well.
One is tall and the other is short, with blurred outlines, as if they were entities that emerged directly from the shadows.
The tall one was as thin as a bamboo pole, while the short one was hunched over. Their faces turned a withered, waxy yellow in the night, like aged corpse wax. They had no expression except for a cruel light dancing in the depths of their eyes.
Without any extra communication, the two looked at each other and jumped into the well together.
It landed without a sound, blending perfectly into the darkness of the sewer.
The special envoy was completely unaware of the malicious intent following him in the darkness, and simply followed Feng Ju's steps.
He had already told Feng Ju the location of the coordinates, so of course, things like navigating and finding the way underground were left to Feng Ju.
"Keep your voice down! Turn the flashlight to the lowest setting!"
The special commissioner frowned and gave instructions, fearing that Feng Ju might make some noise and scare away Li Shang and [Mask] in the sewer.
Feng Ju didn't look back, but just did as he was told in silence.
The flashlight's aperture instantly shrank to just enough to illuminate the area beneath the feet, and the footsteps were deliberately slowed down and made lighter.
The already pitifully low visibility instantly dropped to a level where one could hardly see one's hand in front of one's face.
Depressing, sticky darkness surged in from all directions, as if to drag the two of them into the abyss of darkness.
Time crawled slowly in the oppression and stench. A quarter of an hour seemed as long as a century.
Suddenly, Feng Ju turned off the flashlight, and his voice was slightly tense:
"Special Agent, the coordinates should be not far ahead."
The special envoy tapped the frame knowingly, and the lenses immediately glowed with a faint green light. He skillfully adjusted the focus, and the world in the mirror suddenly became as clear as day.
"Follow me."
While whispering instructions, he had silently moved in front of Feng Ju and became the pioneer in exploring the way.
Feng Ju was happy that the special envoy walked in front, so he deliberately stayed where he was for two seconds, keeping a distance of about five or six meters from the special envoy to prevent himself from being killed by the explosion.
He held his breath, all the muscles in his body were tense, and his mind was highly concentrated.
"The detonation point is just ahead. It should be able to kill the special envoy directly. Yes, it will definitely kill him."
Feng Ju kept cheering himself up in his heart.
Because they were not sure about the actual combat capability of the special envoy, they adopted the safest approach, which was not to fight with the special envoy at all, but to directly blow him up.
This method was so reliable that Feng Ju couldn't think of any reason for it to fail.
It's right in front of you. It's right in front of you.
Feng Ju calculated the distance in his mind and counted down the time silently.
Fifty meters...forty meters...thirty meters...
The distance was rapidly shortening in the silent countdown.
Twenty meters...fifteen meters...ten meters...
Feng Ju's pupils contracted to the extreme in the darkness, and adrenaline rushed wildly in his veins.
"Five—four—three—"
The countdown in my heart enters the final sprint!
The time is now!
Feng Ju's steps came to an abrupt halt, his eyes flashed with a sinister light, and he roared hysterically in his heart:
"Blast—me!!!"
He seemed to have seen the flames rising into the sky, blowing the special envoy's arrogant figure into pieces.
1 second.
Dead silence, with only the dripping sound of sewage.
2 seconds.
The special envoy was unaware of anything and continued to walk slowly, glancing suspiciously at the surrounding pipes.
3 seconds.
...nothing happened.
The expected destructive storm did not come.
There were no explosions, no flames, no shock waves, only the eternal, suffocating silence and stench of the sewer.
The special envoy stopped and turned around slowly. His handsome face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
He stared at Feng Ju, who was a little far away, and asked grimly:
““Is this the place? Where are the people? Where is Li Shang? Where is [Mask]? !”
Feng Ju was dumbfounded: "???"
You ask me, but who should I ask? I want to know about people more than you do. Where are all the people?
Feng Ju's mind was in a mess, as if it was stuck in a tangled mess, and he had no idea what went wrong.
No, what about the explosion?
What about the promise to blow up the special envoy?
I brought all the people here, why isn't it exploding?
Seeing Feng Ju's silly look with his mouth open and unable to utter a single word, the special commissioner said coldly:
"You useless bastard, you took me the wrong way, didn't you?"
As a senior detective, Feng Ju is quite capable of exploring maps and confirming coordinates.
How could he make such a stupid mistake?
He opened his mouth and said, "Impossible, the coordinates are clearly here."
The next second, as if in response to Feng Ju's sophistry, a series of explosions suddenly sounded, "BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"
In an instant, the entire underground shaft was shaking violently. From the arch wall above, sticky moss, condensed water droplets, and concrete fragments fell like heavy rain.
You can imagine how terrifying the explosion was.
But the problem is... it was blown up in the wrong place!!!
The explosion did not occur under the special envoy's feet, but a fire appeared a hundred meters ahead.
The violent air waves and scorching breath, accompanied by the strong smell of gunpowder and the even stronger stench of the sewers, rushed along the winding pipes like an invisible tsunami.
The wind blew so hard that Feng Ju and the special envoy's clothes rustled and they almost lost their balance.
The moment the explosion sounded, the special envoy glared at Feng Ju fiercely, cursed him as "waste", and then rushed towards the location of the explosion.
Feng Ju's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't help but fall into self-doubt:
"Could it be, could it be, perhaps, that I really took the wrong path?"
No, if I really led me the wrong way, then why did you set off the explosion? The special envoy is here, what the hell are you setting off?
Blow up the air? ! !
A thousand horses were galloping through Feng Ju's mind, and only three words kept echoing in his mind:
"It exploded in the air? It exploded in the air? It exploded in the air?!"
He really had no idea what Li Shang and the others were doing. He was only sure that the special envoy could not have been killed in the explosion and the plan had completely failed.
His face turned black and he suddenly turned around and ran back in the direction he came from.
It didn’t matter that the special envoy was not dead, because his only way to survive was to rush back to the villa against the clock.
The parchment scroll must be found before the special envoy returns.
Then, Feng Ju had just run less than ten meters when he suddenly felt a piercing cold wind blowing across his ears, and goose bumps appeared on his face as if he was electrocuted.
He stared wide-eyed, and was horrified to find that two ghostly shadows suddenly appeared on the rusty pipe walls on both sides?
The speed is unbelievably fast!
Almost at the moment he saw the ghost, one of the faces, which was sallow, shriveled, and looked like the skin of an old corpse, was already within reach.
The rotten smell emanating from the wrinkles rushed straight into his nose, and the dry lips rubbed against the tip of his nose, opening and closing, making a rustling sound like sandpaper rubbing against dry bones:
"Little kid, why are you jumping back instead of going forward to join in the fun?"
(End of this chapter)
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