Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 606 One of our own?!
What Feng Ju said was only part of the special envoy's calculations.

The special envoy had a deeper consideration: the value of [the mask] had increased.

Originally, the arrest of [Mask] was only for [Mask] himself, but now it is also to complete the parchment scroll, so naturally it must be kept even more secret.

He had already made up his mind to eliminate everyone who knew the truth, including Feng Ju, whom he would not let go later.

At this point, who would dare to let more people participate in the capture of [Masked]?

What if [Masked] says something he shouldn't in public... does he think he can silence everyone in the police station and the investigation department?
"Well……"

The special envoy's mind raced. He put away Feng Ju's phone and said in an unquestionable tone:
"I'll take your phone. From now on, you're not going anywhere. Stay in my villa. As soon as we get the message, we'll leave immediately!"

A chilling light flashed in his eyes:
"When the time comes, you'll be responsible for killing Li Xiang, and I'll deal with [Masked] personally."

He was, after all, a descendant of the sacred Song family. Even though he had been "exiled" to the city, he still possessed several life-saving items bestowed upon him by the family. These trump cards were enough to deal with most unexpected crises.

As long as the strength shown by [Mask] doesn't exceed the range of what he displayed in the sewer livestream by too much... he has a tiny bit of confidence that he can take him down!
"Yes, sir! I will obey your command! I will not let you down!"

Feng Ju immediately bowed and accepted the order, displaying a resolute willingness to die for the special envoy.

Just as the special envoy was about to turn around, Feng Ju seemed to suddenly remember something and hesitated, saying:
"Oh, right, Special Envoy, there's one more thing."

Special Envoy: "Speak."

Feng Ju hurriedly said:

"On my way to the villa, I spotted what appeared to be the night watchmen in the vicinity."

The special envoy's pupils contracted slightly:
"Night Watchman, are you sure?"

Feng Ju replied:
"Their attire is very distinctive; they are completely shrouded in black, and wear black masks on their faces. They must be the Night's Watch."

The special envoy pressed further, "What are they doing?"

Feng Ju shook his head and said:

"I'm not entirely sure, but I saw that they seemed to be holding some kind of instrument and waving it around randomly..."

Although Feng Ju said he didn't know, his description was very serious and detailed.

He was lying, of course, but his lies were mixed with the Night's Watch's signature characteristics, and he didn't reveal his purpose, leaving the envoy to fill in the blanks himself.

The special envoy's face darkened instantly, his mind racing:

"The Night Watch? How come they're nearby? Could it be that they detected the energy fluctuations from the three evil rituals last night?"

The special envoy, being well-informed, deduced from Feng Ju's brief description that the instrument in the watchman's hand was likely some kind of energy detector.

This possibility made his heart sink.

He wasn't afraid that the Night's Watch would rush in and arrest him immediately. Given his status, as long as they couldn't get solid evidence, they couldn't do anything to him.

But the Night's Watch guys are notoriously bad-witted.

An organization that's willing to trade lives with fate, almost destroying itself, must be out of its mind.

Once they set their sights on you, it's like being stuck with a leech; it will cause you a lot of trouble for no reason.

This poses a potential threat to his future plans, whether it's capturing [Masked] or his subsequent "secret research."

The special envoy's expression was uncertain as he secretly plotted:

"Since the Night Watch is still scouting the perimeter, it means that the range of fluctuations they detected is not precise, but only a general range. As long as I act cautiously and do not expose myself, I will be fine."

"unlucky--"

The special envoy muttered a curse under his breath, and almost instinctively reached out to touch something hard in his clothes.

"The parchment scroll is most closely associated with evil rituals, and it definitely still contains the radiation fluctuations of evil rituals. I can't keep it on my person anymore, otherwise I might run into the Night Watch if I go out..."

After a moment, he forcibly suppressed his agitation, waved his hand at Feng Ju, and said in a calm tone:
"Okay, I understand. You don't need to worry about the Night's Watch."

Having said that, he ignored Feng Ju, turned around and strode upstairs, his steps noticeably heavier and more hurried, clearly feeling extra pressure from the news about the Night Watch.

He should hide the parchment scroll; he should lock it in a safe.

The safe was completely embedded in the wall, and the key feature was that the inner wall was fused with a layer of gold, and as is well known, gold has a restraining effect on evil spirits.

In other words, the gold safe can lock in the energy radiation of the parchment scroll.

In addition, he also needs to take a bath to wash away any residual evil ritual radiation from his body.

Feng Ju stood still, bowing slightly, until the special envoy's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

He slowly straightened his back, the fear on his face peeling away like a mask, and a barely perceptible sneer flashed across his lips as his eyelids lowered.

at the same time.

A dilapidated van, like a weary old ox, stopped panting outside an abandoned factory.

The wall was dilapidated, and the overgrown weeds had almost swallowed up the entrance to the underground well at the base of the wall.

When the car door was pushed open, the hinges made a dry, grinding sound.

Li Xiang was the first to jump out of the car, and then took a backpack that was half a person's height from the car. The backpack was bulging.

Chang Erbing followed closely behind, landing with a "plop" sound from the soft soil beneath his feet, mud splashing onto his trouser legs. He was also carrying a large bag.

Ma Bin was the last to come down, carrying both a backpack and a tote bag.

The three of them exchanged no words, only a brief glance.

Li Xiang squatted down and pulled open the rusted manhole cover.

The smell wafting from the wellhead was like an aged, super-aged liquor—absolutely unpleasant.

Li Xiang glanced into the well, then tossed his head to the two people behind him, signaling them to follow, before jumping in first.

Chang Erbing and Ma Bin followed closely behind, their figures quickly swallowed up by the darkness below the well.

"Damn it, what a godforsaken place!"

Chang Erbing spat out a curse, the sound echoing through the winding underground shaft.

"Stop talking nonsense and stick close."

Li Xiang's voice came from ahead.

The three of them wandered around the underground shaft, and after an unknown amount of time, Li Xiang finally stopped at a relatively wide confluence shaft.

The shaft had long been abandoned; instead of sewage, it now carried air of various smells.

"This is it."

As Li Xiang spoke, he took off his backpack and gently placed it on the ground. [Mask]'s first online live stream took place in the underground shaft, so it was quite reasonable for them to choose the same location for their "meeting" with [Mask] again.

Even though they didn't notify [Masked] at all, and the special envoy probably wouldn't suspect anything, the details still need to be scrutinized.

This is the professional quality of a detective.

Chang Erbing and Ma Bin also took off their backpacks with a sigh of relief, and the three of them unzipped their bags almost at the same time.

The flashlight beam focused on the open backpack, instantly illuminating the various shapes and sizes of explosives stuffed inside.

They had no standardized packaging, no regular shape; they were just stuffed haphazardly into backpacks.

Inside the package of Chang Er Bing were several large, roughly wrapped, yellowish-brown lumps of material, emitting a strong, pungent odor of ammonium nitrate, like some kind of inferior fertilizer. Below, one could also see a cylindrical object, slightly larger than a fist, tightly wrapped in plastic sheeting.

Li Xiang's bag contained several tubular objects wrapped in waterproof plastic, with exposed connecting wires.

Several square plastic explosives wrapped in moisture-proof paper had roughened edges, and there were even several bundles of black powder wrapped in red paper tubes that looked extremely primitive, with the paper tubes deformed from being pressed.

The items in Ma Bin's bag appeared slightly more "refined," but that was all.

Several pieces of C4 plastic explosive, sealed in vacuum bags and resembling a light yellow putty, were neatly arranged. Next to them were several ping-pong ball-sized bounding mines with their fuses exposed.

There are also several square remote-controlled detonation modules with exposed circuit boards.

These various types of explosives were piled together, silently proclaiming their "four generations under one roof" under the flashlight.

It's quite reasonable that two constables from the police station and a gang leader could manage to get their hands on some explosives in a hurry.

Li Xiang looked at the pile of rubbish in front of him, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

Well, using "of varying quality" to describe explosives is a little... disrespectful.

He picked up a piece of ammonium nitrate explosive (dipropylamine) and weighed it in his hand, then picked up a remote control module with exposed wires from Ma Bin's bag:
"Can these two things be used together?"

As a detective, his tone was unusually filled with uncertainty.

Chang Erbing scratched his head:
"Is this enough? Who cares? This much explosives is definitely enough to kill the special envoy."

Ma Bin squatted down and pretended to inspect the explosives:
"Time is too tight, so this is all we can get. Just make do with it. As long as we bury them close together, detonating one will blow up the others."

As the saying goes, everyone has their own expertise. These three people are clearly not explosives experts. Their understanding of explosives is not that they know nothing, but rather that they are all very... rudimentary!
In any case, their execution capabilities are at their peak.

The three men picked up shovels and began digging. They were all skilled in martial arts, and although they were far less powerful than the special envoy, they were not defeated by the not-so-hard cement ground.

I don't know how much time had passed, maybe five hours, maybe six.

All the explosives, regardless of their shape, were buried in interconnected pits in the ground.

Chang Erbing and Li Xiang tried their best to backfill the gravel and mud with shovels, but it was obviously in vain.

Chang Er was panting heavily, sweat mixed with mud and water streaming down his forehead:
“This won’t do. Unless the special envoy is blind, he should be able to see that something is buried in the ground. If he becomes suspicious…”

Li Xiang also stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

Ma Bin, however, calmly opened another bag, casually picked out a transparent blood bag, and then smashed it on the ground.

"Snapped--"

The blood bag burst open, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.

Chang Erbing and Li Xiang's eyes lit up as they looked into the bag at the same time. They were naturally not foolish enough to ask Ma Bin where he got the blood.

The two instantly understood Ma Bin's meaning, and they also picked up the blood bags and poured them on the ground and threw them against the wall.

Soon, the scene before me changed dramatically.

The glaring new soil was covered, seeped into, and concealed by large swaths of dark red and deep brown.

The walls were covered with bloodstains that flowed and intertwined freely, like the horrific graffiti left by a fanatical cultist.

The lingering smell of gunpowder in the air was also masked by the strong smell of blood.

Ma Bin then turned to Li Xiang: "Shouldn't this keep it from the special envoy?"

Li Xiang gave Ma Bin a thumbs up: "Okay, no problem."

From his detective's perspective, the special envoy, upon seeing the scene before him, would inevitably associate it with a [wicked ritual]. Even if he noticed the turned soil on the ground, he would most likely only misunderstand that there was a corpse buried underneath, or mistakenly believe that this was a step in a wicked ritual.

Chang Erbing, unusually, also gave Ma Bin a thumbs up.

Ma Bin smiled and said, "That's good. Then you and Er Bing can go out now, Captain Li."

Li Xiang and Chang Erbing were both taken aback.

Ma Bin continued without pausing:

“I have the most similar build to Zheng Hang, so I’ll stay behind and pretend to be [Masked] to lure him into a trap.”

Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled a human skin mask from his pocket and covered his face with it.

It's clear that the human skin mask was rushed out of production, the workmanship is a bit rough, and the facial features look very stiff. One could only say that it bears a slight resemblance to Zheng Hang.

But there was no light in the underground shaft, and the faint light from the flashlight naturally blurred the face in shadow. A sudden glimpse from afar was enough to send a chill down one's spine.

Chang Erbing looked at the face in front of him and let out a long sigh. As long as he didn't have to play the "mask" and face the special envoy directly, anything was fine.

His tense nerves relaxed instantly, and even a hint of gratitude appeared in his eyes.

Li Xiang's gaze lingered on Ma Bin's "mask" for a few seconds. He didn't try to stop him, but instead took out a detonator about the size of a cell phone from his pocket.

"We'll leave now and pretend to patrol the area in our car. If an explosion occurs, regardless of the outcome, we'll come looking for you immediately. If the special envoy is lucky, he might not be completely dead by then..."

Li Xiang gritted his teeth and said in a ruthless voice:

"We'll give him the final blow!"

Ma Bin nodded and carefully put the detonator into his pocket.

Li Xiang said no more, patted Chang Erbing on the shoulder, and the two began to tidy up the tools and empty backpacks scattered on the ground.

Everything was settled, and just as the two were about to leave, Chang Erbing suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Ma Bin:
"Hey, Ma Bin, I forgot to ask you yesterday, we clearly have photos of the parchment scroll, why won't you let Feng Ju take a look?"

Ma Bin glanced at Chang Erbing indifferently and smiled:
“I don’t really trust him. The three of us are the ones who entrust our lives to each other. Feng Ju? No matter how nice he sounds, he’s still an outsider. Of course we have to be careful around him.”

Chang Erbing opened his mouth, thinking to himself that Ma Bin was a man of deep thoughts.

But looking at him wearing the mask and hearing him say "one of our own" makes me think that it's not a bad thing for him to be a little scheming.

It feels safe and secure to have a thoughtful and shrewd person among your own people!

He simply grunted in response, didn't press further, and turned to follow Li Xiang as he walked out.

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(End of this chapter)