Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 607 The fabricated nonsense came true?!

The heavy footsteps gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing completely into the depths of the winding pipes. In the manhole, only Ma Bin remained.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, showing no sign of the tension of sitting on a bomb.

He waited quietly, calculating that the time was almost up, before slowly taking out his phone, unlocking the screen, and logging into a forum website.

I sent a private message to my forum friend [晌午], which contained location coordinates.

Then, he immediately turned off the phone, pried open the back cover, pulled out the SIM card, and crushed it to pieces.

Tiny specks slipped through his fingers and landed on the blood-stained rubble.

After doing all this, Ma Bin slowly raised his hand and gently ran his fingertips along the rough edges of the stiff mask on his face.

Suddenly, it ripped it off, crumpled it up, and threw it on the ground.

"One of our own? Ha..."

A light, cold laugh echoed in the air as Ma Bin walked deeper into the well without looking back.

Outside the shaft, on the road outside the abandoned factory.

The blue and white car slowed down and patrolled in circles.

The air inside the car seemed to freeze, heavy as if filled with lead.

As the moment approached, the two of them still couldn't help but feel panicked.

In the passenger seat, Chang Erbing's eyes never left the time display on his phone screen; every second felt like an unbearable ordeal.

He made conversation by saying:

"I never expected that Ma Bin would take on the most dangerous step of pretending to be a mask and detonating the explosives."

Chang Erbing thought for a moment and then added:

"Although he is a bit too thoughtful, he can be relied on in critical moments and is a trustworthy person to be trusted."

Li Xiang seemed a little absent-minded, chain-smoking, and after a moment of contemplation, he said:
"Yeah, yeah, we let it go last time, but this time the three of us are tied together again. If we can really get through this, then we'll never doubt Ma Bin again."

Chang Erbing nodded emphatically upon hearing this, and said sincerely:

"Don't worry, Captain Li, from now on I'll treat Ma Bin like a brother, the kind who'd live and die with him."

It's clear that if they survive this, their bond will be stronger than iron, if not stronger than gold.

Yes, what could be a stronger brotherhood than losing your head together?

Yes, that means it fell twice at once.

The atmosphere inside the car seemed to ease slightly due to the heavy yet warm conversation.

Time continued to crawl by, second by second, in anxious waiting.

【66:11:21】

【66:11:20】

【66:11:19】

【…】

Feng Ju sat on the overly soft leather sofa on the first floor of the villa, almost sinking into it. His fingertips unconsciously picked at the delicate leather texture on the sofa armrest, leaving a few shallow marks.

"What are Li Xiang and the others doing? Why are they so slow? Why haven't they sent a message to the special envoy yet?"

Feng Ju was extremely anxious.

The saying "time is life" seems to be something that most living people don't understand.
Just as he was about to lose his composure, footsteps finally came from the stairs.

Feng Ju suddenly stood up and looked at the special envoy who was walking down quickly.

The latter looked like she had clearly taken a shower and changed into new clothes, radiating a sense of "refreshed" cleanliness from the inside out.

Most importantly, the chest, abdomen and waist lines all look very natural, without any abrupt bulges or hard outlines.

Feng Ju's gaze lingered on the special envoy for a fleeting moment, a barely perceptible glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes as he thought to himself:
"It's done. The special envoy has placed the parchment scroll on the second floor of the villa."

This judgment made his knuckles tighten slightly, but he quickly relaxed them.

If things go according to plan and he kills the special envoy, everything will be fine. But if things don't go well, he can sell Li Xiang and the other two. As long as he gets back to the villa before the special envoy, he still has a chance to "turn the tide".

To be fair, Feng Ju, as Feng Mu's father, is indeed a man with a Plan B.

Feng Ju greeted the special envoy: "Special envoy, you..."

The special envoy didn't stop walking; he simply raised the phone he was holding, its screen still faintly lit.

He interrupted Feng Ju, saying in a cold voice:

"A message has arrived, ha—[Masked] really is a rat in the sewers, the meeting place is again..."

Feng Ju's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly. Even as one of the planners, he had not been able to confirm where Li Xiang and the other two would ultimately choose to set up the trap before he arrived.

The coordinates on the special envoy's phone at that moment were also the latest intelligence for him.

"Is it the sewers again?!"

Feng Ju harbored some lingering fears about the sewers, and an ominous premonition arose within him involuntarily.

But his expression showed no change, and he immediately replied in a deep voice:
"Understood, the car is ready at the door."

The two walked quickly out of the villa gate, one after the other. A biting night wind, carrying a chill, rushed towards them. A black official car was parked at the bottom of the steps.

Feng Ju rushed to open the driver's side door and got in, his fingers touching the cold key, while the special envoy went straight to the back seat.

Feng Ju was so focused on getting there that he didn't even bother to open the car door for the special envoy.

Bad review!

The engine started with a low rumble, the headlights piercing the thick night, and the sedan slowly drove out of the imposing, ornate wrought iron gate.

As he passed the equally valuable villa next door, Feng Ju habitually glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

Night had fallen, and the villa was pitch black, clearly indicating that construction hadn't been rushed through the night. The courtyard was cluttered with various building materials—wooden planks, tiles, and paint buckets—making it appear somewhat messy.

Upon seeing the car lights from afar, the security guard had already cleverly raised the electric barrier at the entrance and bowed slightly towards the approaching vehicle.

The vehicle smoothly drove onto the private road leading to the main road.

Feng Ju was about to speed up slightly when the corner of his eye seemed to be suddenly drawn in by a magnet.

Just as the vehicles were about to merge into the main road, two figures slowly "saw" out from the shadows of the intersection into the night.

Dark!

Absolutely pitch black!
Their entire bodies, from head to toe, were shrouded in a kind of textureless, black cloth that seemed to absorb all light.

His face was covered by a mask of the same pitch black, as smooth as solidified ink, without any facial features.

Only at the eye area of ​​the mask did a strange, crimson light flash briefly.

A chilling sensation, like an electric current, instantly coursed through Feng Ju's body, making his scalp tingle. He abruptly turned his head to look at the side window, the movement so sudden that his neck made a slight "crack" sound!

Night watchman?
They really are the Night Watchmen!!! The special envoy in the back seat leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes piercing through the car window, locking onto the two figures that were almost blending into the night.

"Stay calm! Drive normally, don't stop! Don't make any unnecessary movements!"

The special envoy snorted coldly.

Little did he know that Feng Ju was far more panicked than him at that moment, his heart already churning with turmoil:

"No, I was just making things up at noon, it was all nonsense I told to fool this special envoy! How could... how could it actually come true?"

A profound sense of absurdity and chilling fear intertwined, causing Feng Ju's heart to race for a second.

Outside the car window, the attire of the two night watchmen—black robes that swallowed up light, masks as smooth as ink, even the instruments they carried…

It was exactly the same description he had made up at noon!
The vehicle maintained a constant speed, the tires rubbing against the road surface with a steady rustling sound, and passed by the two dark figures.

"call……"

A very faint exhalation came from the back row, and the special envoy's tense body seemed to relax a little as he leaned back in his chair.

Clearly, the Night's Watch showed no interest in their vehicle, which put his mind at ease.

"It was a false alarm; they weren't after us."

The special envoy's heart settled back into his stomach, but Feng Ju's heart leaped into his throat.

"Damn, could the Night's Watch have actually detected something? Could they be after the parchment? No, sir, you left the parchment at the villa? Isn't that safe?"

Feng Ju was extremely uneasy, fearing that if everything went smoothly according to plan, the parchment scroll would disappear again when he rushed back to the villa.

This thought made Feng Ju's temples throb, and he unconsciously floored the accelerator.

The roar of the accelerator engine completely blended into the noise of the traffic on the main road, while the two night watchmen still stood quietly in the shadows by the roadside.

The slightly shorter figure on the left paused very subtly, his black mask slowly turning about thirty degrees as he "looked" in the direction the black sedan had disappeared, a flash of red light in his eyes.

"What, was there something wrong with that car?"

The taller Night's Watchman next to him immediately noticed his companion's slight pause.

His voice came through the mask, with a peculiar hoarse quality, as if it had undergone some kind of voice alteration.

As a night watchman, concealing all identifying features is the most important requirement when on duty.

The mask blocked the view and also prevented each other from being spied on, whether by enemies or allies.

Therefore, the vast majority of Night's Watch members never know what the face of another Night's Watch member looks like until they die.

After taking off this mask, they might be passersby brushing past each other in a convenience store, colleagues nodding to each other in an elevator, sanitation workers sweeping the streets, or any face lost in the crowd.

Any face you see may be hiding another identity, hunting in the night.

This system of secrecy, which has been maintained over time, is the Night's Watch's strongest armor.

However, the Night's Watch has been declining in number in recent years, becoming increasingly scarce.

The tall Night's Watchman had been stationed in District 9, so he was quite familiar with the other Night's Watchmen in District 9.

This familiarity allowed him to accurately identify each other.

It's not about looks, but about being familiar with everyone's body shape, subtle differences in gait, unique rhythms in breathing, and even the intonation and habits of speaking that a voice changer can't hide.

Therefore, even with his face covered, he was quite certain that the Night Watchman who was on duty with him this time was someone he was seeing for the first time.

They are either Night Watchmen newly transferred from other districts, or they are entirely new Night Watchmen.

"There's nothing wrong with the car."

The short Night Watchman shook his head, his voice coming through the mask—a processed, genderless, electronically synthesized voice.

She withdrew her gaze from the distance and looked back at the night sky before her.

What could she possibly say?
She couldn't very well tell the truth, that she not only recognized both of the two figures in the car, but knew one of them intimately.

Wouldn't that expose my true identity?

The third rule of the Night's Watch is: secrecy above all else.

The secret must be kept forever hidden from parents, children, lovers, and even comrades-in-arms, until it is taken to the grave.

During their brief and silent exchange, another black minivan drove past them and entered the villa area.

We stopped in front of a villa whose windows had been replaced with reinforced concrete.

The car door opened, and first, a long, beautiful leg wrapped in sequined black stockings emerged, the slender heels clicking crisply on the smooth pavement.

Immediately afterwards, two more young women with exquisite makeup emerged and walked together into the villa.

The two watchmen merely glanced indifferently in that direction.

The tall night watchman immediately concluded, "Most likely, she's a sex worker."

The short watchman neither agreed nor disagreed, only giving a low "hmm".

She raised the detector in her hand and casually drew a few detection trajectories in the air, the red light of the instrument flickering in the night.

The movements were not serious; rather, they were rather hasty and perfunctory.

Her mind was still on the car ahead. Beneath her mask, she licked her moist lips and murmured in a voice only she could hear:
"My brother didn't lie to me, Dad really didn't die, he's a monster too, hee hee—"

Sweet laughter echoed in her heart again and again.

The first ironclad rule of the Night's Watch is to safeguard human order and exterminate all monsters that infiltrate human society!
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"Madam, the person has been brought."

Hou Wendong led three brightly dressed women into the bedroom.

Li Hanyu was dressed in a well-tailored, soft, dark-colored loungewear. Her well-maintained face showed little emotion, except for her tightly pursed lips, which betrayed a barely perceptible anxiety that had been suppressed to the extreme.

Li Hanyu's gaze lingered briefly on the three flamboyant women, and she nodded slightly.

"Okay, let them in and give my son a professional massage. Everyone else, please leave."

Immediately, several medical staff members in sterile gowns quickly retreated from the room.

Li Hanyu's gaze turned to Hou Wendong, who immediately understood, bowed slightly again, and left the room without saying a word.

The subsequent services were very private, and it was reasonable to clear out any unrelated personnel.

The only thing that surprised him was that the lady didn't leave; she was going to stay inside the whole time and watch over three women like that massaging her son?
This scene, no matter how you look at it, reeks of something indescribably perverse.

However, given Qian Huan's condition, it seems... barely understandable that Li Hanyu, as a mother, would be worried and stay by her side every step of the way.

Hou Wendong suppressed his doubts and attributed it to a mother's obsessive protectiveness.

He shook his head, turned and walked to the end of the corridor, not thinking about it anymore.

inside the door.

Li Hanyu placed her finger on the door lock, and with two "click" sounds, the latch inside the door popped out, locking the door completely.

(End of this chapter)