Chapter 535: Warm Packing?

The Upper City's buttocks were like the thickest curtains, shrouding the ground in the Night Sky.

The Master of Ceremonies crouched in the shadow of an abandoned water tower, his pupils glowing with an unnatural cold white.

His line of sight penetrated seven hundred meters of distance and three layers of concrete walls, clearly locking onto the figure in a red dress—Feng Yuhuai was leading her new family through the night city.

"The parasite's growth rate is faster than we expected."

The Master of Ceremonies grinned, an excited smile on his face.

Pausing, the Master of Ceremonies increased his peeping intensity, focusing his line of sight on the map in Feng Yuhuai's hand.

On the map at the girl's fingertips, a route drawn in red pen was particularly glaring:

West City Exit→Northern Suburban Forest→Transit Town→Shi Liao Qu→Ruins Depths.

"The parasite seems to want to escape the Nine Districts; she has no travel permit, and her planned smuggling route is quite scientific."

The Master of Ceremonies sighed in admiration; for a female high school student, this parasite was excellent in every way.

What he didn't know was that this escape route had been planned by Feng Yuhuai's brother in exactly the same way.

Perhaps this was fate; the siblings shared an indescribable tacit understanding in the unseen.

The Master of Ceremonies narrowed his eyes, slowly withdrew his line of sight, and looked toward the Captain and the other party members.

He frowned and said, "Our party's mission is to lurk in the Nine Districts and wait for the sub-base to receive us; we don't have time to accompany Feng Yuhuai on a thousand-mile journey."

The bald male Captain lightly grunted, opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of black teeth, and said:

"Like this, we'll follow for a period of time and see if 【Mask】 Zheng Hang shows up to pick her up."

During this period we've been searching everywhere for 【Mask】 Zheng Hang's traces, but that guy vanished like he evaporated into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Maybe this time we can follow Feng Yuhuai's line and find his whereabouts."

The Master of Ceremonies nodded in agreement and echoed:

"Let's stop at the transit town; we can't let her keep running outward."

"If she runs to Shi Liao Qu, it'll be hard to handle; by then it'll be difficult to intercept her."

The other three nodded in agreement.

The Beast scratched his head and asked blankly, "Then how do we get her back without exposing our identities?"

The Master of Ceremonies gave a cold hehe laugh, took out a phone from his pocket, and said with a smug look:

"Very simple; just one report phone call."

As people of 【Destiny】, they knew exactly what kind of report call to make to the relevant departments to get them rushing over in a hurry.

Just then, Red Dragonfly's wristwatch suddenly vibrated.

She looked down; a comical clown avatar was jumping on the screen.

Red Dragonfly's expression changed instantly, and she hurriedly said:

"Captain, 【Clown】 has issued a new mission, an Express Mission, which must be handled immediately."

The bald male Captain frowned and asked, "Location, target?"

Red Dragonfly licked her eerie tongue and said, "Nine Districts XXX New Development; the mission targets are two Zone Chiefs of the Second Prison."

The bald male Captain was slightly stunned, a surprised expression appearing on his face, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"Zone Chiefs of the Second Prison again; last time two, this time two—is being a Zone Chief in prison a high-risk profession these days?"

Red Dragonfly licked her eerie tongue: "How to handle it?"

Three seconds later, the bald male made a decision:

"The Beast stays to cooperate with the Master of Ceremonies; Red Dragonfly and I will go complete the delivery."

The four exchanged a glance in tacit understanding and quickly reached a consensus.

The Master of Ceremonies watched the two disappear into the night, then turned around and made a gesture to the Beast.

The Beast's two-meter-tall colossal figure actually curled up like a feline, leaped off the water tower, and his heavy body landed with almost no sound, vanishing in a blink into the night on the way out of the city.

He had to infiltrate that transit town for reconnaissance before the Master of Ceremonies' report call took effect.

Fifty minutes later.

The bald Captain and Red Dragonfly stood like two shadows silently by the outer wall of the new development.

The concrete wall reflected the dim glow of the streetlights.

The two subconsciously glanced at the street; there were almost no vehicles on the road.

Only at a slightly farther distance, it seemed several cars were parked, their headlights all extinguished.

They didn't have the Master of Ceremonies' eyes; at such a distance, they couldn't tell if there was anyone inside the cars.

However, they didn't care about these things; they were just here to make a delivery.

Mm, a Death Delivery!

Red Dragonfly quickly reported a string of specific door numbers, and the two walked into the building unhurriedly, entering the elevator lobby.

As Red Dragonfly just stepped into the elevator, her eyebrow twitched slightly, and her nostrils flared slightly: "There's a lingering smell of blood."

The smell was very faint, so faint it could almost be ignored; ordinary people would absolutely not be able to smell it.

But for people of 【Destiny】, blood was the smell they knew best.

Red Dragonfly slowly lowered her head, her gaze falling on the elevator floor; suddenly, without warning, she lay down, extended her forked tongue, and lightly licked the ground.

She stood up and said faintly:

"Blood from about one to two hours ago; the smell of two people."

Red Dragonfly could not only taste the "shelf life" of residual blood, but could even taste the different flavors of each person's blood.

On her taste buds, every drop of blood was as unique as a fingerprint.

The bald male Captain's face still showed no expression change; he just reached out and pressed the elevator button for the floor below the target floor.

The elevator door slowly opened; the bald male glanced at Red Dragonfly, then walked out without a word.

The elevator door closed again and continued its ascent.

Opening on the floor above, Hong Ya stepped out with light footsteps.

Hong Ya sniffed, silently counted to more than ten in her mind, then slowly walked to the target's Gate.

She stood still, parted her mouth, and her slippery Tongue slowly extended, lightly licking the access panel.

The metal plating of the electronic access panel was instantly corroded and dented; her Tongue forked and deformed, like a nimble snake, drilling into the Lock.

Half a second later, the Lock made an almost inaudible sound, and the door Popped Up a gap.

Hong Ya sidestepped, gently pulled open the door, then slipped inside.

The Fishy Smell inside the Room was much stronger than outside Wai Mian; she Scanned the interior and was slightly stunned.

Coming into view were two people half-leaning on the Sofa: one with a severed arm, blood staining the Gauze red; the other wrapped head to toe in Gauze, faintly showing Bloodstains.

Both were motionless, faces as pale as Paper; seeing the person who had entered the Room, they showed alarm on their faces, their Eyes rolling hard, and muffled wuwu sounds came from their mouths.

Hong Ya was extremely surprised; she recognized the two as the mission Targets.

"The delivery was intercepted?"

Hong Ya slowly walked closer to look, but found that all the joints of both had been dislocated—no wonder they couldn't move.

Even their chins had been dislocated, with dried Xueyi hanging at their Mouth Corners.

"Not dead, so it doesn't count as being intercepted; that should be counted as……"

Hong Ya's Finger lightly brushed the dislocated chins of the two, helped them close their jawbones, and asked with interest:

"Can you tell me who helped me pack you two up and leave you here? That's really heartwarming~!"

Chapter End