Chapter 57: Trap? No, This Is My Best Opportunity

A full two hours.

The last garbage truck slowly drove away.

The large corpses had all been cleaned up, but fragments and bloodstains inevitably remained on the ground or in the buildings—unavoidable.

Fortunately, the leaders at the scene were humane and not too demanding about the cleanup, not pursuing some face-saving project of wiping every surface spotless with a finger.

Zhou Jian withdrew his team, nodding to the Special Commissioner as he left, and left Wang Yilin a line: "There will be more cleanup operations against 【Destiny】 later; the Investigation Corps is happy to help."

Wang Yilin nodded understandingly; this time he truly grasped the other's subtext.

"Special Commissioner, shall we withdraw too?" Wang Yilin asked the Special Commissioner.

Hearing this, the Special Commissioner drew a meaningful arc at the corner of his mouth and said faintly, "Yes, no one is left, so let's go too."

After a while.

Deep in the opposite alley, Feng Mu first saw the Investigation Corps lift the martial law blockade and leave in full force.

Then the Patrol Bureau's captains also came out and left in the night.

Because the night was too dark, Feng Mu couldn't see faces clearly and couldn't confirm whether Feng Ju was inside.

He wasn't worried about Feng Ju's life or death; he just used this to judge whether the Patrol Bureau had truly withdrawn or was pretending to withdraw some while leaving hidden agents inside.

That's how spy dramas in his previous life always played out—a cliché trick.

Feng Mu had his own way to confirm; he stepped slightly out of the alley and glanced sideways at Wang Xiuli.

Sure enough, she was on the phone; who she called went without saying.

Wang Xiuli lightly covered her mouth: "Glad you're okay, inside is... oh, okay, I won't ask anymore, do you need to go back to the Patrol Bureau? Okay, I got it, I won't enter that residential compound, I'll go straight home to wait for you."

Feng Mu watched Wang Xiuli's back as she hung up and left, his brow slightly furrowed.

Naturally he couldn't hear what Wang Xiuli said on the phone, but she left alone, and Feng Ju didn't even come out to meet her.

Is the Patrol Bureau such a strictly disciplined team organization?

Feng Mu curled his lip and coldly laughed in his heart: "The probability of it being a trap is over 50%."

Hei Hei Er Hao didn't think so; he watched from the shadows as the Investigation Corps and Patrol Bureau withdrew, then slowly walked out from the shadows in the corner.

Rushing anxiously into the residential compound.

The ground was wet underfoot, and the air carried a mixed scent of cleaning agent and blood, a strange fragrance.

Hei Hei Er Hao ignored everything and headed straight for Building 4, Room 702.

"Everything went as the Special Commissioner predicted; someone really came."

Wang Yilin, who had taken everything in, said to the Special Commissioner with sincere admiration.

This time he didn't foolishly ask again whether it was just anxiety because family lived in the compound.

A residential compound where everyone had just been slaughtered—if your relatives were inside, and you saw the bloodstains on the ground and the strange smell in the air, would you rush in without hesitation?

Of course, such a possibility can't be ruled out, but better to kill by mistake than let go; Wang Yilin had already grasped the truth of it.

He asked without hesitation: "Should we kill everyone who came in?"

The Special Commissioner watched as several more people entered the compound one after another, but their movements were obviously hesitant and slow; of course, some might be pretending on purpose.

"Law enforcement shouldn't be so brutal; if they don't resist, arrest them and interrogate them; kill only if they resist arrest."

Without the Black Pillar's cover, the Special Commissioner skillfully changed to another face and said righteously,

"We will never let any bad person go, but we will also never wrong a good person."

Wang Yilin was taught; he gestured with his eyes toward Feng Ju, who hurriedly led the lurking captains charging down.

Although still just an ordinary captain, Feng Ju could feel his status among the captains was rising; the Bureau Chief clearly valued him, and the other captains would subconsciously gather around him.

"I'm going to get promoted; at the year-end Captain selection, I might have hope too."

Feng Ju's heart burned hot; he sent some people to arrest those few who came in later, while he himself took the lead charging into Building 4.

Room 702.

Hei Hei Er Hao quickly entered the room, his eyes scanning the bloodstains left on the ground; there was no corpse of Zhang Hao, nor any trace of a fierce fight.

There were bloodstains.

No corpses.

No signs of fighting or resistance.

Based on the above clues, you can infer...

Hei Hei Er Hao didn't have that kind of brain; he quickly walked to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and knocked open the hidden room behind it.

Inside the hidden room was a briefcase; he opened the briefcase, and inside lay a row of Black Cores.

Not many in number, but each was several times the size of a normal Black Core, and the surface seemed to have been polished and repaired, with few cracks, flickering with a dim metallic luster.

A silver instrument was installed at the bottom of the box.

Seeing the Black Cores were still there, Hei Hei Er Hao breathed a sigh of relief, then his ears twitched as he heard hurried footsteps coming from inside the building.

He hurriedly threw the briefcase into the hidden room, closed the wardrobe, took out an Ant Stick from his pocket, and cold light flickered in his eyes.

Just as a captain outside the door kicked the door open and charged in, his eye socket went black.

Feng Ju watched in horror as the captain who broke down the door had a wooden stick pierce through the back of his head, and white brain matter spilled out.

Thud.

The corpse fell to the ground.

Hei Hei Er Hao used his fingertips to pull out the eyeball stuck on the stick, mixed it with ant corpses covered in white paste, put it in his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed it down his throat.

"Get out of the way, otherwise, die!"

Hei Hei Er Hao's tone was sincere; combined with his gulping chewing, a terrifyingly fierce aura burst forth that made one's scalp tingle.

Feng Ju's pupils shrank slightly; without hesitation he judged Hei Hei Er Hao as an extreme evil member of 【Destiny】, for no other reason than this ferocity—it wouldn't be wronging you at all.

"Shoot him dead!" Feng Ju ordered, at the same time stepping aside to make way.

More than a dozen patrol captains blocked the doorway, the black holes of their gun muzzles pointing inside; the next second, gunfire erupted.

In the cramped bedroom, more than a dozen handguns fired continuously, leaving almost no dead angle to dodge.

But then Hei 2 stomped his foot, his thigh muscles bulging a ring, his whole body lunging forward prone; the instant his feet pushed off, his whole person was like a flying plowshare.

The floorboards behind him were all plowed up, fragments scattering and shooting into the walls, while he appeared at the doorway in a blink, his arms turning into sickle afterimages; in a flash, six or seven severed legs separated, three or four patrol captains screamed miserably, their bodies suddenly shortened by half.

The patrol captains blocking the door scattered in shock, and Hei 2 took the chaos to rush out of the bedroom.

Feng Ju panicked, firing continuously, emptying his magazine in an instant, splashing a string of blood beads on the other's fleeing back.

"Chase, he's been shot, he can't escape." Feng Ju roared.

Hei 2 was shot in the back, yet his movements didn't slow in the slightest, as if completely unaffected, merely turning his head to glance back, the short stick in his hand shooting out.

Whoosh—

Feng Ju's eyes were quick and hands fast; he casually pulled the patrol captain beside him, the latter caught off guard as his body tilted, his throat pierced and shattered by the wooden stick.

Feng Ju released his "lifesaver," the hairs on his neck standing on end; that section of wood sticking out was less than a centimeter from his Adam's apple.

"Chase, absolutely cannot let him escape, the Special Commissioner is watching~"

The ruthlessness in Feng Ju's heart was stirred; he holstered his handgun, drew his regulation short blade, and chased downstairs like a mad dog while roaring low.

The patrol captains with severed legs fell to the ground screaming; the one with a stick in his throat breathed in more than out; the remaining patrol captains exchanged a glance, all following Feng Ju again, but each subconsciously lagging a bit behind him.

Hei 2 rushed out the building door; freed from the cramped terrain's constraints, he instantly became like a fish entering the sea, an ant entering grass, his figure and speed both becoming several times more agile.

The patrol captains hastily surrounding outside couldn't even track his movements clearly; bullets could only chase his shadow.

"As expected, without using terrain to blockade, or without setting an ambush in advance, a hasty encirclement — the threat of hot weapons to Martial Dao experts is still too small."

The Special Commissioner slightly regretted letting the Investigation Corps all withdraw; mainly he also hadn't expected to hook such a big fish again.

"Originally just wanted to cast a net whether there were dates or not, didn't expect this fish's ferocity seems only a tiny bit weaker than that scar-faced woman."

The Special Commissioner moved his neck, and under Wang Yilin's astonished gaze, took a step and then trod several steps in succession, instantly flashing past the crowd of patrol captains.

The air echoed with the Special Commissioner's mocking voice: "I'll go move my meridians; you send people to carefully search the room that person just returned to, his handbag wasn't taken out."

Hei 2, fleeing all the way, hadn't panicked even when surrounded and shot; but now his heart pounded wildly, he finally realized he had made a colossal mistake.

He shouldn't have put the handbag in the An Ge.

Wrong, his real mistake was that he shouldn't have gone to tail Feng Mu today~

Hei 2's heart was frantic; his fleeing footsteps' rhythm had a moment of instability; he hated that he couldn't turn and kill his way back, but while his brain wasn't bright, it didn't mean he had no brain at all.

Going back is sending himself to death; the Patrol Bureau has too many guns and people, he alone can't kill them clean.

And this person who caught up behind him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

What Hei 2 didn't know was that at this moment, in the darkness, there was another person who was actually just as anxious as him.

"The Patrol Bureau really set a trap; terrible, that black-faced fool, stupid beyond my imagination; if the Black Core falls into the Patrol Bureau's hands, it'll be difficult for me to get it again~"

Feng Mu's brows locked tight; he didn't hesitate long, his facial skin and muscles suddenly twitching eerily.

The most terrifying hunter in the ambush circle has already been lured away by the black-faced one.

The remaining hunters are also heavily damaged, and they shouldn't expect another wave of attack to come; right now is their most relaxed moment.

Right now is my best opportunity to obtain the Black Core!

Feng Mu drew a deep breath, slowly walking out from the alley; when he stepped out of the darkness and revealed his figure, his face was already a ghastly White Bone Mask...

(End of Chapter)