Chapter 620: There is another mask under the [Mask]? There is a face under the face!!
Finally, he stood up.
In a weird posture with its center of gravity shifted, it stood stiffly in front of the [Mask].
The head was lifted upwards, the cervical vertebrae made a crisp "click" sound, and the two black eye sockets stared straight at [Mask].
The huge hole in his chest was still open, empty inside.
The skin completely lost its moisture and elasticity, and turned a dark brown color like dead tree bark, tightly wrapped around the bony skeleton and covered with deep wrinkles.
The blood vessels and fascia in the body have long since dried up and shrunk, and not even a drop of blood can be squeezed out.
Where the eyes should have been, there were now only two pale white spheres, embedded in the eye sockets like glass beads that had been soaked for too long.
The cracked lips opened slightly, revealing gums that had shrunk to dark brown and a few yellowed remaining teeth.
A stream of sticky black liquid was slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth and falling into the hole in his chest.
The tall old man "came back to life" in a way that completely violated the laws of life.
But this is by no means a resurrection of the gift of "Feast", nor is it a merciful salvation.
When [Mask] devoured the old heart, he was devouring more than just a piece of muscle.
The heart is merely a ritual medium in the replication process.
What he actually devoured were the soul fragments that carried the tall old man's consciousness, memories, and emotions.
The essence of the three-choice copy is to chop a complete soul into three delicacies, and then elegantly pick up the most appetizing piece and put it into your mouth.
What does it mean for a soul to be torn apart, devoured, and digested?
It means the soul is torn apart and the consciousness is completely annihilated.
This is complete and ultimate death, and no force can recall a complete "person" from this complete disappearance.
What stood up again at this moment was just the shell of the tall old man.
What drives it to act is no longer the complex commands issued by the brain, nor the will and emotion, but the instinctive reactions that remain in the muscle fibers and nerve endings and have been forged through countless life-and-death battles.
Interestingly, when the brain, the “central processor”, is completely removed, the primitive reflex arcs deeply rooted in the spinal cord and peripheral nerves are actually “liberated” and “enhanced” as never before.
The transmission of nerve signals no longer needs to go through layers of complex synaptic connections and conscious judgment, becoming extremely direct and rapid.
Speed, reaction, and pure physical destructive power have all been abnormally improved.
It's like a blind person. The lack of vision forces his hearing to become extremely sharp, and he can even capture subtle sounds that ordinary people cannot detect.
At this moment, the body of the tall old man is like a "blind man" who has lost the highest-level center of "consciousness". The basic and most primitive "muscle hearing" of the body has been amplified to the extreme.
In short, the tall old man is now a zombie, and a zombie who knows martial arts.
He became stupider, but also stronger.
How stupid is it? A command with more than five words could cause the computer to crash.
[Limit-breaking skill—Nirvana Breath (active)!]
[When you kill someone, you can choose to let him rest in peace or let him achieve nirvana.
Those who attain Nirvana, their souls are extinguished and return to nothingness, but their remaining bodies will be endowed with activities that surpass those they had in their lifetime, turning into a shell puppet that only knows how to execute simple commands!]
[Ps: Nirvana is not birth, but the beginning of the walking corpse! ]
At this moment, a deliberately light but still clear sound of footsteps came from the other end of the deep sewer pipe.
Ma Bin's figure emerged from the darkness, and his eyes were immediately caught by the resurrected body of the tall old man.
Even though Ma Bin was strong-willed and had seen many storms, at this moment a hint of surprise involuntarily flashed across his eyes.
He witnessed with his own eyes the tall old man being killed and drained of blood, and also saw [Masked] reaching his hand into his chest.
But when I saw the corpse stand up again, I still felt extremely shocked.
It wasn't that he was shocked by the corpse's resurrection, but that his superior had displayed a strange ability.
The shock in his heart at this moment was very similar to the tall old man's thoughts before he died - isn't the ability of his own online team really too much?
He suddenly felt a kind of pity that was inappropriate for his status towards those people or monsters who had been, were, or would be enemies of [Mask].
"Possessing so many strange, powerful and different abilities..."
Ma Bin was secretly shocked, and subconsciously supported the frame of the glasses with his fingertips.
"Even within the organization, this is quite rare, right? So, the superior's status within the organization is definitely not low, and it may even be higher than I imagined?"
However, he couldn't guess how high it was.
In addition, no matter how hard he racked his brains to recall, he could not remember or hear of any big shot in the upper echelons of [Destiny] whose code name was [Mask].
There are only two possibilities:
Either the confidentiality level of [Mask] is too high and he has no way of knowing it; or [Mask] is simply a vest of a real big shot in the organization!
As soon as this thought came to his mind, it grew like a weed in his heart.
Ma Bin's eyes involuntarily fixed on the pale mask in front of him, and doubts arose in his heart:
"Is the face under the mask, 'Feng Mu', really the real face of the person online?"
If [Mask] is Feng Mu’s mask, then could “Feng Mu” also be another mask?
This possibility is not impossible!
After all, with the help of an organization, it is not difficult to let one person completely replace another person's identity and live.
Moreover, as a subordinate, Ma Bin had privately investigated Feng Mu's life experience.
This is not a rebellious act, but a basic quality of a qualified subordinate.
Only by fully understanding the details of the online operation can we coordinate actions more accurately and complete the task more perfectly.
If he had only had some vague doubts before, then at this moment, Ma Bin could basically be certain - Feng Mu was probably no longer the original Feng Mu.
Behind Feng Mu's seemingly real face, there may be another unknown face.
Ma Bin did not intend to find out Feng Mu's true identity, but he was too perceptive and his thoughts always uncontrollably connected various clues.
This may be a common problem among smart people - they always think too much.
To a certain extent, Ma Bin's guess at this moment is infinitely close to the truth.
He was still too cautious. If he had been a little bolder, he might have guessed that the person behind Feng Mu's face was not just a senior executive of [Destiny], but actually the...
Ma Bin cut off his own thoughts and buried all his suspicions in his stomach.
Smart subordinates should understand that some things can be kept tacitly but must never be spoken out loud.
Unless you go online and reveal the answer, never be the first to break the window paper.
Ma Bin's mind raced, and he stopped not far from [Mask], keeping a respectful distance.
Before, his awe and obedience to [Mask] was the awe and obedience of an offline person to an online person, but now he also had an additional awe and obedience to Feng Mu.
The old zombie sensed the approach of a living person, and his dead white eyes suddenly turned towards Ma Bin. His cracked lips stretched back and a low and threatening "ho ho" sound came from the depths of his throat.
However, he just bared his teeth in a threatening manner, with his withered claws slightly raised, but he did not make any further attacking moves.
Just like a vicious dog tied with a chain, although it looks ferocious, it dares not act on its own without the owner's order.
When he was alive, he was a warrior who was absolutely loyal to his master. After his death, he was also a zombie who was absolutely loyal to his master.
Even if he has lost his brain, loyalty is engraved in his bones.
In fact, because of his death, his loyalty became even more absolute.
Death warriors, death warriors, they have to die to be worthy of the name.
[Mask] seemed very satisfied with the performance of this "new toy". He turned to Ma Bin and a metallic voice with a hint of joy came out from under the mask:
"I accepted the first 'gift'."
[Mask] pointed at the corpse of the special envoy not far away and ordered:
"However, I'll leave it with you for a few days. I'll come pick it up later."
After that, [Masked] looked at the old zombie and gave an order:
"Carry it on your back and follow him."
The instructions were simple: pick up the things on the ground and follow the person in front of you.
But for a zombie without a brain, understanding and executing these two actions still requires "processing" time.
The zombie old man's dead white eyes turned stiffly for a few times, as if he was trying to "parse" the series of commands.
He twisted his neck stiffly, and his head first turned to the special envoy's body on the ground, then turned stiffly to Ma Bin, and finally turned back to the body.
It took him a full five seconds to finally "figure out" what he wanted to do.
He took a step forward, and his movements were still strange. He was walking at first, and then his hands fell to the ground and he changed to a crawling posture on all fours.
Obviously, this is the muscle instinctively choosing a more efficient way of walking.
He quickly crawled to the body of the special envoy, stretched out his withered claws, grabbed the special envoy's shoulders, lifted him up effortlessly, and placed him crookedly on his shriveled back.
Then, he turned around, carried the corpse on his back, and walked with extremely strange steps, staggeringly to stand behind Ma Bin.
There is no need to even fix the body on the back during the whole process. The muscles of the whole body will adjust and swing at any time according to the shaking center of gravity of the body, making the body on the back like a tumbler, swaying left and right but standing firm.
"Extreme muscle control."
Ma Bin could naturally understand what this scene meant.
If they can even carry corpses to this extent, I can’t imagine how efficient it would be if they were used to kill people.
Sure enough, a person's martial arts talent will be enhanced to an epic level after death.
Fortunately, Ma Bin is not a combatant, otherwise, he would have wanted Feng Mu to help him die once.
Ma Bin took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the man and the corpse. No, he looked at the two corpses stacked together.
The old zombie was carrying the corpse on his back with his head raised high, his dead white eyes staring straight at the back of Ma Bin's head, like a silent and terrifying shadow.
I have to say, this scene is quite creepy.
There was a gleam in Ma Bin's eyes, and he seemed to understand a little bit how [Mask] would deal with the gift he gave.
Since the tall old man can be "resurrected" to become a zombie that obeys orders, then it would be no problem for the online person to "resurrect" a special envoy.
The point is, it is not easy to expose a zombie-like special agent to others, unless
Ma Bin's thoughts suddenly froze, and an even more bizarre possibility emerged in his mind.
No way?
No way!
Is it really possible to do that?
Ma Bin's breathing unconsciously quickened, and his eyes looking towards [Mask] were filled with an undisguised burning sensation.
He didn't say anything more, but just followed [Masked]'s orders and left the sewer with the two bodies.
[Masked] disappeared at the same time. He had to deal with the second gift and rush to the next appointment.
………….
The dead silence of the night was broken by a muffled thunder.
It wasn't thunder, it was an explosion from underground.
The sound waves exploded from the heart of the abandoned chemical plant in District 9 and rolled violently across several blocks.
The glass windows hummed and vibrated, the alarms of parked cars screamed like crazy, and countless residents who were awakened from their sleep opened their windows and looked in the direction of the factory with panicked eyes.
The blue and white painted police car was sliding aimlessly through the streets, and then the next second it suddenly spun its tail, its tires rubbing against the ground, and the front of the car turned towards the factory.
The red and blue flashing lights on the roof of the car sounded an urgent alarm, and the rotating light beams cut through the thick darkness, illuminating the bizarre shadows of the rapidly retreating dead trees on the side of the road.
Chang Erbing gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning blue from excessive force, but his right foot seemed to be welded to the accelerator as he pressed the pedal hard under the car.
"Captain Li...exploded!"
Chang Erbing's voice was split. He turned his head to look at Li Shang who was sitting in the passenger seat. The chaotic red and blue lights of the ceiling light were reflected in his pupils, and deep in his eyes was a huge fear.
"Did you really kill the special envoy?"
Li Shang did not respond. He was just a detective and did not have the ability to see through things a thousand miles away.
At this moment, I can only keep tapping the dashboard and urging in a hoarse voice:
"Stop talking nonsense and drive faster."
The harsh sound of brakes stopped abruptly in front of the rusty, chain-wrapped gate of the abandoned factory.
There was no need for them to go around the manhole cover. Through the factory gate, they could see a hideous wound tearing the earth apart on the weed-covered open space in the center of the factory.
The concrete and asphalt were violently opened and thrown away like fragile eggshells, revealing a huge dark hole underneath.
The water tower next to it had completely tilted and collapsed. The huge tank had hit the ground, twisted and deformed like a can, and turbid sewage was gushing out of the cracks.
"Let's go!" Li Shang said in a hoarse voice.
"Let's go!" Chang Erbing responded with gritted teeth.
The two looked at each other, opened the car door and got out almost at the same time.
The cold night wind mixed with dust blew into their mouths and noses, and both of them couldn't help but cough violently a few times.
Li Shang raised his hands and tightened his cuffs.
A cold and hard touch came through the cloth. It was the handle of the dagger hidden inside.
Wait a minute, if the special envoy survives by chance, he will have to stab him a few more times.
Chang Erbing took out a square law enforcement recorder from his waist and turned it on with somewhat awkward movements. The indicator light in front of the lens lit up with a faint red light, like an eye with malicious intent.
This thing is in the Ninth District Police Station. Nine and a half times out of ten times it is used to be forgotten in a drawer.
But tonight is different.
The civilized law enforcement in District 9 began with these two...
(End of this chapter)
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