Chapter 157 Birds and

Light In the high-rise building where the lights were not on, Zhu Fu Jingguang touched his chin, which was particularly clean at the moment because he had shaved off the stubble after faking his death. He was not sure whether to stay for a while or leave directly.

Behind him was a familiar door. A few months ago, when he was driven out by the owner of this house, he wandered in front of this door for a long time in depression, and finally had to leave temporarily.

Now this door is no different from a few months ago, still tightly closed, and it seems that it is not intended to be opened to anyone except its owner. Unlike the brighter colors used for other doors, it is painted in a heavy and classical dark color, with a line of big words "Strange People Are Not Allowed" written all over its face.

Well... I am indeed a stranger.

The man lowered his head and turned on his phone. He was dazzled by the particularly glaring screen in the unlit corridor, then frowned and dimmed it. In the inbox, there was only a text message that he had read many times before, which seemed empty.

It was from Zero, telling him that the organization would take action tonight.

Knowing that this was a friend's reminder that he didn't have to wait today, Zhu Fu Jingguang still waited here for a long time with some luck. However, looking at the current situation, Cointreau would definitely not come back tonight.

Cointreau...

After turning this somewhat too cold code name around in his mouth, the man lowered his head with a rare irritability and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He himself was not a heavy smoker. Before becoming Scotland, he had only bought a pack of cigarettes to study with his classmates who were used to causing trouble in the police academy. The adult smell was unfamiliar to the police academy students who were already in their twenties at the time. At that time, they only cared about laughing at each other for being bitten even when smoking, and they were in no mood to savor the tobacco flavor that adults liked the most.

Moreover, there was Kasugawa Shugo who was very sensitive to the smell of tobacco at the time. Except for studying it once because they were too curious, they never had anything to do with this thing again.

He had a secret guess about this. The smell of tobacco might remind the guy who was used to being lawless by Tsukiyama Asaru of some bad memories, or some people he didn't want to mention.

After being undercover in the organization, he often smoked, but he didn't like this kind of thing. After the undercover ended, he didn't touch it very often. It was just that when he was confused, he subconsciously liked to take out a cigarette and smoke it while thinking.

Unexpectedly, among the six of them, only Matsuda Jinpei liked this kind of "adult" thing in the end. In this respect, the most immature and childish guy at that time became the most mature one among the few.

Morobushi Jingguang took out a cigarette from the relatively new cigarette box and put it in his mouth, then he realized that he had no habit of carrying a lighter with him, so he could only hold it in his mouth helplessly.

It seems that I can't wait today. Forget it, let's go first.

Thinking of this, the man stood up and straightened his coat, which had slightly wrinkled due to leaning against the wall for a long time, before leaving. Yu Gu Miao lived on the top floor of this high-end apartment. It seemed that for safety reasons, he bought the houses on both sides, but only lived on one side.

There are not many people living here, and few people go up to the top floor, so it is considered safe. Morobushi Jingguang hesitated in front of the elevator for a while, and decided to leave from the stairs as he came. He

didn't know if the elevator would be monitored, so he decided to continue walking up the stairs he had already checked out.

He walked down the stairs with light steps, perhaps because it was safer to walk in the dark. He deliberately did not trigger the sensor light installed in the stairs for energy saving. He didn't realize something was wrong until he had walked down a few floors.

Zhu Fu Jingguang held his breath and moved a little lighter than before. He heard a series of heavy footsteps, like someone with poor physical strength trying to walk up.

Generally, office workers who don't have time to exercise will choose to walk up the stairs to ensure their daily exercise, but it was unusual that the other party deliberately did not turn on the sensor light.

Zhu Fu Jingguang narrowed his eyes, lifted his clothes, pulled out his gun from his waist, and quietly approached the source of the sound.

As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he smelled an almost pungent smell of blood, mixed with smoke and negligible dust. At this distance, the man's heavy and rapid breathing became more and more obvious.

He could only see the rough outline of the other party in the dark, but this alone was enough. He would never mistake this figure.

It turned out to be Yu Gu Miao, who he had been waiting for almost a whole night.

The terrifying smell of blood in the air made Zhu Fu Jingguang pale. He took a few steps forward to help the man who seemed to be about to collapse. In his panic, he did not have time to control his steps. When he was halfway, he turned on the sensitive sensor light in the corridor.

When the light came on, Yu Gu Miao reacted instantly. His brain, which had become confused because of the injury in his eyes, worked hard to work, and he quickly exposed the cold blade from his sleeves as a threat.

He had already reached his limit by pretending to be calm and walking into the apartment. His injuries were obvious. It was no problem in the dim night with street lights, but walking into the elevator with lights on all night might cause a lot of trouble. After thinking it over, he finally decided to go up the stairs.

Who knew that there were eight floors, and he was already top-heavy when he reached the fifth floor. He could only move up slowly by holding on to the wall. He didn't expect to meet other people in the corridor.

When the other party came up to support him, Yu Gu Miao instantly knew who the visitor was.

He almost didn't have the strength to open his eyes, but his sense of smell was still sharp. The smell of Morobushi Kagemitsu was easy to recognize, and he reacted almost the moment the other party approached.

It was the smell of Morobushi Kagemitsu, the smell of washed clothes dried in the sun, mixed with other things, and a hint of tobacco, a smell that belonged to this person alone.

Morobushi Kagemitsu equals safety.

The moment he smelled the smell, his drowsy brain subconsciously worked out this somewhat childish equation. His tense nerves relaxed instantly, and the fatigue and pain that had been suppressed burst out at this moment. The killer who had been holding on until now closed his eyes, and finally couldn't help it, allowing the overwhelming dizziness to engulf him.

"Jun...Yu Gu?!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang said anxiously in a low voice. He didn't expect that as soon as he touched and supported the other party, Yu Gu Miao, who was threatening with a blade just now, lost all his strength and fell on him.

Did he trust him more, or was the injury so serious that he couldn't control himself and lost consciousness in front of him, a public security officer.

He hurriedly called the other party a few times, but got no response, so he helped him to the wall and checked him carefully.

The man's hand just touched Yu Gu Miao's abdomen, and the already saturated and wet gauze was stained with wet blood. His hanging hand was very cold, but his forehead was covered with sweat, and even had a bad burning sensation.

The injury is too serious. He looked at it, and an unknown anger rose in his heart. He dared to go back to the safe house by himself with such injuries, and even walked up the stairs. Wasn't he afraid that he would faint directly on the stairs and no one would find him for several days?

After temporarily suppressing this anger, Zhu Fu Jingguang took out the key that he hadn't seen for a long time from his pocket.

Anyway, take him home first... Yu Gu Miao's home should have a full set of tools and medicines to treat the wound.

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In the skyscraper on the lower floor with a raging fire, after sending the photos, Researcher Bomore put the phone back into his pocket.

They temporarily rested in the exhibition hall on the top floor. The gangster who had argued with the researcher in the previous room was now observing the situation outside from the window with an unhappy look on his face, cursing, "...Now there are police everywhere outside. Even if you carry this life-saving amulet, you will still die. What else can you, a top researcher, do?"

"What can we do?" Bomore slowly took out a small metal suitcase from his bag, his tone revealing a nonchalant meaning, "You have so many hostages in your hands, and the police will not abandon them."

The metal box was quickly opened, and a row of empty syringes were neatly arranged in the box. The one on the far left was filled with half a tube of light green translucent liquid.

"Hostages? Where do the hostages come from now?! Those elites in our hands in some field, aren't they all..." The man had long since taken off the mask he had used to cover his face, revealing a face full of hostility. When he said this, he subconsciously lowered his voice, and glanced at the white-haired boy sitting on the ground with some vigilance. Thinking that the other party would not be able to cause any trouble if they heard it, he raised his voice again, "Aren't those all Do we want to bring them back to the organization? The cops are not idiots. They will definitely let us go only after we release the people safely. If we fail to complete the mission, we will still die if we go back."

The Red Scorpion had only two missions. One was to let Hui Zechuan successfully leave the prison or the Metropolitan Police Department and expose himself to the sniper's sniping range. The other was to take these people away quietly and make the police mistakenly believe that they died in this incident like the other hostages.

Now, not only did we not complete either of the two missions, but the hostages also escaped.

Seeing that Bomore was still leisurely playing with his things at this time, the man was furious and asked bluntly, "What are you doing?!"

"As you can see." Bomore had no interest in saying anything more to the man in front of him. He squatted beside the white-haired boy, pulled the other's slender wrist, and drew a tube of blood from it, "Don't forget that those people are still wearing goggles. You use this to threaten, are you afraid that the police will disregard the lives of the hostages?"

"Are you going to draw it all?" Someone next to him came over and kept asking. He had just finished bandaging the ankle of the man who looked underage who was captured by several people with gauze. He looked a little worried, "He will lose blood like this? He has already lost a lot just now..."

"It's okay, I know how to measure."

The blood drawn from the boy's pale wrist was just normal blood, which filled up the empty syringes little by little. The researcher narrowed his eyes and took out the last syringe that already had half a tube of unknown liquid in it, and filled the remaining empty syringe with blood.

"But how will the police know..." Seeing that Bomore stopped his actions, the man who had bandaged Fei Niao Wu before spoke again, "We have cut off contact with them."

"Don't worry about that..." Bomore finally reacted. After closing the suitcase again, he set his sights on Fei Niao Wu, "I'll go to the control desk."

After that, he stretched out his hand to push aside the boy's white hair and took a look at the number on his goggles. The control panel can control one of the goggles individually by inputting the number, so it is not a big deal to randomly kill a few unlucky exhibitors in the micro-bomb.

When the problem with the goggles is discovered, and several hostages who were thought to have been rescued die, it will be much easier to negotiate directly with the police on the roof.

However, before adjusting the controller, you have to check the goggles numbers of the people needed by the organization, so as not to accidentally kill them.

"You guys come with me, and leave two or three here to watch." Bomore said, and then he walked out first with the box.

The man with a crazy smile on his face retreated, leaving only a strange sense of indifference, as if in his eyes there was no difference between a mouse and a human.

After he left the room, the three people who stayed behind kept cursing, "Look at him! Who knows if we can get out safely? He's taking so many people with him. What if he abandons us on the way and runs away?" "

Isn't Bomore an experimenter? Why is that control panel given to him in charge? Even the password is set by him. It's really frustrating to have everything in the hands of that guy."

"It makes me angry to see him so calm in this situation..." the man next to him responded, and then the man put the gun on his waist again, and said helplessly, "But he will definitely come back. After all, the kid is still here. Isn't his mission to take this strange white-haired kid away? If he can't take him away, he will definitely be the first to be punished. He will definitely come back to save his life..."

"That's not necessarily true."

The three looked at each other, all of them were stunned. After a few seconds, they realized that this sentence was not said by any of them, but by the white-haired boy who had not spoken for a long time and sat on the ground.

"What did you say?" The man just now asked with a frown.

"Bomor is a lunatic who doesn't even care about his own life?" The boy raised his head and met their gaze. His eyes, which were originally very light in color, looked very strange at this time, and even transformed into a kind of transparency that ordinary people would not have, which made people feel cold for no reason. He spoke in a low voice and even pulled the corners of his mouth at the end, but his face did not show any ripples because of this action. It was still the paralyzed face that would not easily show expression, as if wearing a mask.

He narrowed his eyes and looked them up and down. "He doesn't care about his own life. He only cares about the results of the experiment and the answers he wants to know. When my blood and the medicine are fully mixed in the test tube, he will get the answers he wants and he will even be willing to die bravely. Do you think such a person will care about you?"

"Damn it." The gangster was horrified by the boy's eyes. He couldn't help but look away and cursed secretly. "They are not normal people."

Although he cursed like this, Fei Niao Wu's words obviously hit the point they cared about most. The three of them huddled together and whispered in disbelief.

"Hey... do you think what he said is true? Is there anyone who doesn't care about his own life?"

"I think that experimenter looks crazy." The man in the middle waved his hands and frowned, "It's hard to say... But this guy seems to know that guy, so he is a little credible."

"So what should we do now? Leave first? But it looks like he can't stand up on his feet, and bringing him along will just be an extra trouble..."

"...I got it. Anyway, that organization just wants him to do experiments. I think Bomore drew his blood just now in case he ran away on the road without taking him away. We can also get some...we'll talk about it later." The man said, looking around but couldn't find any container. He kept making dissatisfied sounds from his mouth, "Damn, Bomore is well prepared, but he actually brought such a troublesome thing."

"Hey, wait a minute." The man next to him couldn't help laughing when he heard it. He took out a flat water bottle slightly bigger than a palm from his waist, "I have it here, just pour out the wine inside."

"You, a fellow, bring this kind of thing." The man cursed with a smile, took the kettle and drank a few sips of the wine in it before pouring it all out, "Okay, use this, you come and help hold him down."

After saying that, he approached the man who was sitting on the ground, and gestured at Fei Niao Wu's wrist with the military knife he had always worn on his waist, "I want to see what kind of blood is so precious that it can be worth the lives of so many of us. It can't be made of gold, right?"

The man put the cold blade of the knife against the skin of the white-haired boy, but heard him suddenly laugh very softly, "Do you know?"

"What?" The man was stunned and subconsciously felt a sense of crisis and fear.

"I've met idiots like you at a party before."

"You?!" the man snorted, but the next sentence was blocked in his throat by the cold touch on his forehead and the gunshot accompanied by screams.

He and the man next to him had their guns in the hands of the white-haired boy in front of him. The boy narrowed his light green eyes, raised the gun in his right hand and aimed it at his forehead, while his left hand turned the hand/gun very flexibly and shot directly through the chest of the man who didn't approach them like the two of them.

"Do you want to guess what I said to him?" Fei Niao Wu raised his lips and asked in a low voice. While speaking, he pulled the trigger of the pistol slightly inward, and saw with satisfaction that the man in front of him who wanted to cut his wrist widened his eyes in fear and shook his head repeatedly.

"Stand back a little, both of you."

The two men who lost their pistols stood up and stepped back a few steps, with an indelible difference and fear on their faces. They held the only saber in their hands and watched the white-haired boy, who seemed to them to have been shot through the wrist and almost became disabled, holding the wall with his left hand and standing up little by little.

During this time, he kept the gun in his right hand pointed at the two men, without even a moment of trembling.

"I said..." His feet, which were covered with dried blood, fell to the ground a little weakly. Fei Niao Wu tilted his head slightly and announced the answer to the question that no one had answered not long ago, "Throw away the things in your hands, hold your head with both hands...if you don't want to be shot."

"But I'm sorry." After saying this, looking at the two men who were about to do what he wanted, the white-haired boy raised his mouth and added, "I don't think this sentence is suitable now."

After the voice fell, Fei Niao Wu pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and the arc of his mouth without any emotion just now disappeared at this moment.

Xiao Wu still went inward under the skin. The system swore before that he would never do another job again!