Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 589 Your new orders, please check! (Two-in-one)

[Joker: Need a parcel delivery service?]
I still remember when I first logged in and saw this dialog box, I thought it was a courier website.

It wasn't until he sent a package that he realized it was indeed a courier website, but what it was mailing was life itself, a journey to the land of death.

Lou Duan smiled knowingly; he was now the most loyal member of [Libra.net].

Even though the last time the package was sent wasn't pleasant and someone secretly took photos as evidence, Lou Duan didn't hold any grudge against the website.

After all, the previous package delivery process was even broadcast live.

Just tell me if the package arrived on time.

Lou Duan typed a reply on the keyboard:

[I want to send a package!]
[Joker: Okay, please weigh me!]
[This time, I want the goods delivered to the designated location at the specified time, and I prefer them to be live and fresh!]
Lou held his breath and waited anxiously for the administrator's reply. This was the first time he had sent a special item through the website, and he wasn't sure if the website would accept it.

[Joker: Sure, but it'll cost extra!]
Lou Duan now finds the administrator's greedy and money-grubbing attitude quite endearing.

Without hesitation, he clicked "agree," and the left tray of the Libra scale immediately appeared on the screen.

Lou Duan took a deep breath and began entering the cargo information.

Most of this information was pieced together from various sources online, with the core being a video clip.

Once all the data has been entered, the website displays a notification:
[Weighing quality assessment in progress.]
A few minutes later.

Inside the abandoned warehouse where Squad 103 was temporarily stationed, Red Dragonfly was leaning against a mottled load-bearing pillar, closing her eyes to rest.

Suddenly, her wristwatch vibrated.

The pale blue screen unfolded, and encrypted data poured down like a torrential rain. The digital torrent eventually twisted and solidified, transforming into a black and white clown's smiling face.

—You have a new order, please check it!

"team leader,"

The red dragonfly's voice was not loud.

"[The Joker] has assigned a new mission!"

The bald captain was sitting cross-legged on the cement floor, intently picking at the spaces between his toes. Upon hearing this, he simply gave a soft "hmm".

Red Dragonfly stopped talking, her fingertips gliding rapidly across her wristwatch, her eyes suddenly widening in a rather eerie expression.

She licked her lips and said, word by word:

"The goods are... Zuo Bai!"

The team members, who were busy with their own tasks, seemed to be put on pause, and everyone turned to look at the red dragonfly.

Red Dragonfly turned her watch towards the crowd, indicating that she was not joking.

The beast was astonished. He touched the chilled briefcase at his feet, which was still radiating cold air. Inside was a white head.

The emcee in the corner slowly sat up straight and smiled:
"Interesting. It seems the target this time isn't Zuo Bai's mechanical clone, but his real body?"

Red Dragonfly nodded: "I checked the order price, so it should be."

The emcee pondered for a moment and then said:

"It seems that Zuo Bai's true identity is hidden in District Nine. He has never left, otherwise [The Joker] would not have assigned the mission to us."

They knew the Joker's distribution mechanism all too well: it required strength assessment and then followed the "proximity principle" to assign tasks.

[The Joker] can confirm the approximate coordinates of the "package" and has never made a mistake.

The members of Squad 103 exchanged glances, and Beast suddenly slapped his thigh, excitedly saying:
"This is fate guiding us; it's telling us to prepare another gift for Zheng Hang."

As members of [Destiny], it's normal for them to have a deep-seated belief in the guidance of fate, or perhaps fate is indeed silently guiding their path.

Red Dragonfly frowned, his fingertip tracing the scarlet note on the holographic screen: "Special delivery requirements: live animal transport, freshness throughout the process."

This means the target must arrive at the specific location alive; you cannot twist the target's head off.

"Live creature? Preserved?" The beast's smile froze.

The emcee, however, slowly said from the side:
“I think the beast is right. We can deliver the goods first, and then collect the gifts after the employer signs for them.”

The red dragonfly was stunned: "Is this okay?"

"why not?"

The emcee countered, saying he had carefully studied the [express delivery rules], and explained:

"The goods have been delivered on time and in good condition. The employer has signed for them, [The Joker] has confirmed them, the mission is complete, payment is settled, and the order is closed."

"So, what happened after that had nothing to do with the mission; it was just a new 'story' that arose between our 'cargo' and others."

Everyone's mouths dropped open.

The emcee finally dispelled everyone's concerns with one sentence:
"As for the possibility that the employer might be unhappy and complain to [the Joker] afterward, although I don't think [the Joker] will take it into consideration, just to be on the safe side, when we collect the gifts..."

The emcee paused for a moment, then added quietly:
"Let's also take back the employer while we're at it!"

The eyes of every member of Squad 103 shone brightly.

The emcee truly lived up to his reputation as the team's strategist; his solution was absolutely flawless.

"Okay! Let's do it!"

The bald captain made the final decision.

He glanced at everyone and posed the next crucial question:
"So, what's our next step in finding Zuo Bai?"

They knew that Zuo Bai was still hiding in District Nine, but they didn't know exactly where he was hiding.

Red Dragonfly immediately looked down at the wristwatch screen, swiped her finger to bring up the task prompt at the bottom of the order, which contained only three words: Corpse Retriever!

...........
When I think of "corpse retrievers," the first thing that pops into my mind is most likely that of a square taxi with a flashing roof light.

Taxis have become a standard tool for those who retrieve corpses.

The corpse retrievers are ranked in the middle of the evil organization.

Their style of operation has always been low-key and secretive, and they are not known for their combat strength.

This is because their clientele consists of deceased people.

The reason is simple: the dead usually do not resist.

Furthermore, a dead person who can be killed and then picked up by others cannot theoretically be too strong.

It's obvious that the corpses of truly powerful individuals are always extremely valuable resources. They would either be destroyed immediately or recycled at the first opportunity. How could a third party possibly have the chance to scavenge their bodies?

The fact that it was found by corpse retrievers indicates that it wasn't very valuable.

But this doesn't mean that corpse retrievers aren't strong; the strength of this organization lies in its wide reach and the wide distribution of its members.

Whether in the upper or lower city, in almost every district, and even in transit towns outside the city, their activities can be seen.

Unlike some renowned organizations that typically operate only in the upper city, such as "God's Armed Forces" or the former [Destiny].

Corpse retrievers, on the other hand, are not picky eaters and their business covers all areas that can generate "customers".

After all, corpses, or rather, corpses teeming with resentment, are not a local specialty; they are like air, and no one can monopolize them.

Oh no, that's a bit of an insult to air. Air can be monopolized, but corpses can never be monopolized.

Team 103 is known for its efficient and decisive work style. Once a plan of action is confirmed, they immediately begin preparations and execution.

The emcee quickly accessed the traffic management system of District Nine and retrieved the registration information of various taxi companies.

They also hacked into tax and fire departments, and quickly identified a poorly managed taxi company by comparing and screening the data from both sides.

He then hacked into the taxi company's internal system.

Driver files, vehicle information, attendance records, and GPS location history records were all laid bare before his eyes.

It didn't take long for him to develop a strong suspicion about the target.

First, according to the CPS historical records, it can be found that on the day of the martial arts entrance exam tragedy, the taxi appeared near the entrance of No. 8 Middle School and stayed there for a long time.

So many people died at No. 8 Middle School that day; as a body retriever, it was impossible for me to miss it.

Secondly, the daily mileage of the car varies greatly, which doesn't seem like the kind of car that's used to earn a living.

Finally, how many days ago did this vehicle visit the transit town?

One coincidence is one coincidence, but when three coincidences are combined, the police can use this to make arrests.

The master of ceremonies' pupils suddenly contracted as he suddenly recalled that the night watchman had indeed arrived in a taxi in the transit town two days prior.

At the time, he didn't think much of it, but now he couldn't help but make connections.

Clearly, the Night's Watch did not choose their mode of transport randomly that day; their plans back then were exactly the same as theirs now.

“Interesting~”

The emcee stopped typing and moved the mouse to bring up the driver's file.

He double-clicked to enlarge the one-inch photo on the driver's license:

"Wu Shou, 33 years old, is a registered driver for Ping An Travel Company."

He paused, then added:

"Or rather, our dear 'corpse retriever' gentleman."

Two hours later.

The entrance to "Shunda Auto Repair Shop" is dilapidated and filled with the strong smell of engine oil and rusty metal.

A dark green Volkswagen Beetle taxi, freshly overhauled, slowly drove out, still smelling of fresh paint.

In the driver's seat sat a man with a gloomy expression and bloodshot eyes.

The good news is that he narrowly escaped death from the clutches of the Black King.

The bad news is that the goods are gone, and he can't find anyone to compensate him for the 10 years of his life he lost.

His recent experiences have been the darkest nightmare of his career as a corpse retriever, and he can hardly recall a single detail.

I can't think about it, thinking about it makes me want to die!

"Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune; those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune..."

Wu Shou gripped the steering wheel with both hands, muttering to himself repeatedly, trying to comfort himself with these words.

"That's right, now that I've survived such a close call, I should be able to bounce back."

Wu Shou gritted his teeth and swore an oath to himself:

"As long as I work hard and keep retrieving the body, I'll eventually make up for all my losses. Keep going, the body won't just jump into the trunk by itself!!!"

Although he was a corpse retriever, his values ​​were very positive and uplifting, and he was a worthy role model.

Wu Shou took a deep breath, suppressed his surging negative emotions, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas.

The dark green taxi merged into the traffic, heading towards the familiar outskirts of the city where he could find customers.

He rolled down the car window a crack, letting in a breeze carrying the distinctive smell of city dust and exhaust fumes, which ruffled his greasy hair.

The vehicle drove further and further off the road, and there were fewer and fewer people on the road. The surrounding buildings became increasingly desolate and dilapidated, making it look like a good place to dump and bury a corpse.

Suddenly, a striking red figure came into view a few dozen meters ahead by the roadside.

She was a beautiful woman wearing a bright red dress, the hem of which was so short it barely covered the top of her thighs, outlining her breathtaking curves.

She was standing by the roadside, gently waving at the approaching taxi.

She was dressed sexily and had a captivating aura.

However, this scene, which would make any normal male driver's heart race and instinctively step on the brakes, held no appeal for Wu Shou.

He glanced at it only once before looking away.

He didn't see any death in the woman; on the contrary, he saw a vibrant life force in her, a vitality that made him nauseous.

Therefore, she is a healthy and long-lived woman, not his type.

"unlucky."

He muttered something and stepped on the gas. The taxi sped past the woman without slowing down, the dust it kicked up obscuring her red figure.

It's true... it was a little blurry!
Out of the corner of his eye, Wu Shou saw the woman in red in the rearview mirror, who suddenly grinned, her grin stretching all the way to her ears.

A long, thin, crimson, wet tongue shot out, moving so fast it almost blurred the view.

Then, with a "snap," the outside of the side window glass was firmly stuck to the tongue, like a leech sticking to human skin.

"Sizzle—snap!!"

A sickeningly loud sound of glass tearing suddenly rang out!

The brand-new car window was instantly ripped apart by the tongue, and shards of glass flew into the car like hail, hitting the steering wheel, dashboard, and Wu Shou.

Wu Shou gripped the steering wheel with one hand and instinctively used the other to block it.

Then, the faint scent of perfume mixed with a sweet, fishy smell wafted into the car as the wind rushed in!
He hastily lowered his arm to block, his pupils suddenly contracting as the woman in the red dress was already sitting in the passenger seat.

The woman withdrew her tongue, and her wide grin returned to normal, as if the horrifying scene had never happened.

She even gracefully smoothed her wind-blown chestnut hair, slowly turned her head to look at her, and said with a hint of anger, her red lips slightly parted:

"Hey driver, didn't you see me waving? Why aren't you stopping? Refusing passengers will get your license revoked!"

Will refusing a passenger result in the revocation of my driver's license?

Do taxi drivers have this rule? I didn't know that.
Wu Shou almost laughed out of anger, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He's been having a string of bad luck lately and is feeling really frustrated. Now he's run into this weird woman. Can you imagine how angry he is right now?
Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a corpse retriever who isn't made of clay. Does he really think everyone is the King of Hell who can poop on his head?
"Ho... ho ho..."

Wu Shou slammed on the brakes, turned his head, and stared at the woman with lifeless eyes. His lips curled into an exaggerated and ferocious grin, as if he wanted to devour her.

Although corpse retrievers usually deal with the dead, it is not unacceptable to occasionally make an exception and turn a living person into a corpse.

He grinned maliciously, his face covered in livid lividity, and roared viciously:

"Who the hell are you? Who gave you the guts to sit here? Don't you know my passenger seat is only for the dead?!"

(End of this chapter)