Chapter 69: The Unlucky Black Market Merchant, a Startling Glimpse of a Ghost Face

Run.

Run without stopping.

Heihei Area 1 felt his lungs were about to burst, partly from exhaustion, partly from anger.

Thirty or forty meters ahead, a slightly hunched little dwarf wearing a black mask, revealing only a pair of triangular eyes, stared at him mockingly.

Heihei Area 1 swore he didn't know this person at all, let alone have offended him.

Today he had only been secretly tailing the Green Wolf Gang, and hadn't even started anything yet, when this little dwarf suddenly appeared behind him and bumped into him out of nowhere.

Then he ran away as if flying.

Heihei Area 1 immediately sensed something was wrong and hurried to chase.

This chase and flight had almost gone on for two hours.

Along the way he had several times wanted to stop and give up, but the little dwarf would stop in sync, right in front of him, tapping away on a cell phone.

That was his cell phone, what the hell were you tapping?

It wasn't that the cell phone contained all kinds of secrets, but you tapping around messily made Heihei Area 1 panic, his face turning green.

He had to chase again, and the little dwarf ran again.

He ran, he chased; he couldn't catch him even with wings; he gave up, he stopped, and he kept tapping without stopping.

Heihei Area 1's head was full of question marks; he just wanted to ask this little dwarf what exactly he wanted, whether he had something wrong with his head?

He had actually realized that this little dwarf was deliberately luring and leading him on, but the problem was, he had no move.

He had thought about calling for backup, to have a righteous three-on-one, but the cell phone was in the other person's hands.

And what Heihei Area 1 didn't know was that his two companions' situation at this moment might not be any better than his, and they were also tacitly cheering him on crazily.

Heihei Area 2 was chased by the Special Commissioner for three streets, and after a fierce fight, he barely escaped with one hand broken, four ribs cracked, and half the blood in his body lost.

Even his favorite Ant Stick was snatched away, both his body and spirit suffered heavy blows.

At this moment, he was hiding in a house, crazily dialing numbers on his cell phone, beneath his feet was the corpse of the house's owner with his neck twisted off.

Without the Ant Stick, killing people wasn't satisfying anymore.

When Zhang Hao woke from the fake-death state, he was on a garbage truck, corpses or severed limbs piled on his head and chest, the nauseating fishy smell of blood mixed with the stench of garbage surging into his nostrils.

His luck was too terrible today; he actually lived in the same Residential Compound as Destiny, and was blocked inside by the Investigation Corps.

When the Investigation Corps broke in, he didn't resist or dodge, but was hit in the face by a bullet, fell down and breathed his last, using the Cursed Art Hanged Death Technique.

Those investigation soldiers were really inhumane; he had already breathed his last, yet they still charged at his chest and fired several more shots.

The cleaners who came in later handled the corpses very roughly, causing secondary trauma to the wounds.

He now had seven bullets in his body, half of his internal organs were shattered, and a pile of garbage pressed on him, making him gasp for breath.

Even with the Cursed Art Hanged Death Technique, he really only had half a life left; if he didn't hurry to find a place for surgery, disinfection, sterilization, suturing... his remaining half-life would soon be over.

Zhang Hao felt for his cell phone in his trouser pocket, but found the pocket empty.

It should have fallen when he was faking death, or been taken by the soldiers or cleaners who collected the corpses.

Zhang Hao shoved the corpses aside hard, about to climb out of the pile of dead people.

The garbage truck going clang-clang-clang-clang stopped.

Voices speaking came from outside.

"Why are there so many shattered corpses in this batch?"

"No way, the Investigation Corps sends them like this every time."

"Only sixty or seventy percent are complete, the rest are shattered and can't be pieced together, but every time they charge full price as if complete, truly black-hearted."

"Hey, just get used to it; luckily what they send is always fresh."

"Mm, how is this batch divided?"

"Already reserved by someone; half quickly pack and seal, rush to Hongguang Laboratory overnight, they're urging tightly; the other half, as usual, freeze it, wait for Angel Sanatorium to come pick up the goods."

"Huh, fuck..."

Then came a scene of chaos, because they suddenly caught sight of, on a garbage truck behind, a corpse abruptly standing up.

Fake Corpse?

Mutation?

Zhang Hao's mind was also in chaos; it wasn't that he didn't want to keep hiding, but the mountain of corpses really made him unable to breathe; he had to hurry to find a place to save himself.

He glanced at a few dumbfounded people, then looked at the iron sign on the distant gate—Ninth District Orange Light Garbage Factory.

It was indeed a garbage factory, but why did everyone in this garbage factory keep talking about the dead-people business?

As a cultist, Zhang Hao felt his worldview had been impacted.

He hurriedly jumped off the truck, gritting his teeth and running into the darkness; behind him came urgent shouts, accompanied by sharp whistle blasts, and several armed security personnel actually ran out from inside the garbage factory's iron gate.

Damn, this was too outrageous!

On the other side.

Heihei Area 1 stopped again, panting; he was completely tired of this chase game, turned around and prepared to leave.

Buzz buzz buzz—

The sound of the cell phone vibrating was especially piercing in the quiet black night; Heihei Area 1 had to turn back, staring fixedly at the little dwarf.

The little dwarf answered the call, considerately turning on the speaker.

"Home exposed, didn't find Brother Hao, I'm injured, you come..."

From the other end of the phone came Heihei Area 2's weak voice.

Snap.

The little dwarf hung up the phone, pinching the cell phone between his index finger and thumb and shaking it; the provocative meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Heihei Area 1 was completely enraged, his eyes spouting what seemed like substantial anger, his cloth shoe soles rubbing sparks against the ground, his toes digging into the ground and ruining the shoe soles.

"You've thoroughly enraged me."

Dark-skinned Area 1 roared and lunged at the little dwarf, his reddened body's speed surging, the little dwarf caught off guard was actually pulled closer by him, the distance closing from thirty meters to twenty meters.

"Pulled closer, this time I'll definitely catch up!"

Dark-skinned Area 1 took big strides stomping the ground, exerting all his strength, biting tightly onto the hateful little dwarf all the way, the distance really was gradually closing.

The little dwarf passed through three streets, Dark-skinned Area 1 followed.

The little dwarf entered a patch of grass, Dark-skinned Area 1 followed.

The little dwarf entered a dangerous building marked for demolition, Dark-skinned Area 1 likewise followed inside.

There was no light inside the dangerous building, pitch black, just after turning in was a staircase, Dark-skinned Area 1 followed upstairs, running to the fourth floor corridor, when suddenly the little dwarf's figure was gone.

The corridor was very long and very narrow, doors on both sides, some closed some open, none inhabited, broken furniture faintly visible inside.

The little dwarf had disappeared, possibly hiding in one of the surrounding rooms.

Dark-skinned Area 1 frowned and looked toward the cell phone lying on the ground seven or eight meters away, the phone still lit up, the only light source in the corridor at this moment.

Dark-skinned Area 1 raised his vigilance, a pair of eyes staring without blinking, his line of sight fixed on the phone while scanning toward the rooms behind the doors.

He slowly moved his steps, reached out and pushed open those closed doors, always vigilant against the little dwarf's ambush.

It seemed no one was behind every door, until Dark-skinned Area 1 walked to the phone, he paused and lowered his head, subconsciously directing his gaze toward the phone.

The phone screen went dark.

In the instant the light went out, Dark-skinned Area 1's hair stood on end, catching sight of a sinister ghost face in the corner of his eye...

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