Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 616 The Masked Man: He Came, But He Was Too Late?!

"Pfft!"

"Uhhh-!!!"

The sounds of flesh tearing and agonizing screams rang out simultaneously.

Then, the tall old man's five fingers, like hooks, dug into the special envoy's shoulder as if he were scratching butter.

Sharp nails easily pierce the skin, digging directly into the inner shoulder blade.

Then he suddenly clenched his knuckles, pulled them inward, and lifted them up.

"Click, click."

A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds rang out as the special envoy's entire arm was twisted into an eerie angle, twisted counterclockwise three times like wringing out a wet cloth, revealing grim bone fragments at the joint.

“Ah ...

The special envoy wailed incessantly, his eyes bulging bloodshot and seemingly about to burst from their sockets.

The entire left arm exhibited a bizarre arc that defied human anatomy, with stark white bone fragments piercing through the flesh, and ruptured tendons twitching and twisting, each tremor bringing forth gushing blood.

But this horrific torment has not stopped; in fact, it has only just begun.

Imagine how painful it would be if this happened to you.

"Heh...heh..."

The special envoy's screams had turned into the gasping sounds of a broken bellows, and excruciating pain was crashing into his brain like a tsunami.

The tall, elderly man leaned close to the special envoy's distorted face, his breath carrying a foul, fishy odor:

"Before we came here, we did a special investigation, retrieved the police station's case records, and carefully studied the shape pictures of the bodies of the people killed by [Masked]."

He admired the special envoy's deformed shoulders as if he were appreciating a work of art.

"Young Master Kuang Yan, do you think we've imitated the shape of your arm well enough?"

The eyes are amplifiers of the senses, especially of pain.

This is why the patient's eyes are covered after anesthesia is administered during a tooth extraction.

The exact magnification depends on the visual impact.

At this moment, the special envoy's wide eyes reflected his own mangled limbs being torn apart inch by inch.

Every ruptured tendon, every torn piece of flesh, manifests as excruciating pain a million times greater on the retina.

He had created similar bloodshed many times before. At that time, he thought blood was the most moving color in the world. That scarlet color was better than any vermilion or cinnabar in the world in his eyes.

But at that moment, he felt that blood was the most disgusting color in the world, and the sight of it made him want to vomit.

Even more terrifying, his mind was uncontrollably flashing through the photos of the crime scenes that Feng Ju had shown him.

The corpses murdered by [Masked] in the photos, with their limbs twisted by reverse joints and the muscle textures meticulously peeled away like works of art, all possess a bizarre, inhuman beauty.

Just like my own arm right now... exactly the same.

picture!
Doesn't it look just like it!
It's not just the real thing, it's practically identical.

Clearly, the other party is not only torturing themselves, but also imitating [Masked]'s "murder signature".

He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot and tearful eyes fixed on the tall old man's face, but he didn't know how to answer the other's probing questions.

The answer is like?
Wouldn't that be admitting that the other party's imitation was so perfect that they would feel comfortable killing him and framing [Masked]?

The answer doesn't seem right?

The other party might strive for perfection and put even more effort into torturing you!

Someone please teach me! Someone please save me!
However, whether it resembles or doesn't resemble it isn't the most fatal problem. The most fatal problem is whether he should completely reveal the whereabouts of the parchment scroll.
The other party is already sculpting a "death pose" for himself. This is not a simple case of torture to extract a confession, but a death omen!

If they don't confess now, they're basically doomed; the other side has clearly lost patience.

But if I confess... my only value will be that I'm disguised as a corpse, and I'll be doomed to die!

How to do?
How should I answer this question? Can someone teach me?

The special envoy really, really, really didn't want to die. He was of noble and sacred blood, and endless wealth, power, and status should have awaited him in the future.

How could he allow himself to die in this filthy, foul-smelling, dark sewer?!
Seriously, please, someone please save me!

The special envoy screamed inwardly, every cell in his body screaming for survival:

"Please... someone... someone save me!!"

Whoever it is, whatever the cost, just save me, save me… I'll do anything… I'll be your slave, I'll give you everything… Please… please!”

An unprecedentedly devout prayer surged within him!
He swore that if anyone could save him now, he would regard that person as his faith for the rest of his life!

The tall old man watched as the special envoy wept uncontrollably, his body convulsing, wailing in agony. But all he could do was wail. Finally, his patience ran out.

He sneered with a dark expression:

"It seems that Young Master Kuang Yan is more resilient than we thought!"

"Never mind..."

As he spoke, he suddenly removed his hand, which had been pressed against the special envoy's throat, and placed it over the man's head, sighing as he said:

"We couldn't bear to see Young Master suffer, so let's send you on your way. We'll deal with your body after you die."

The moment the words fell.

The jet-black fingernails pierced the special envoy's scalp without any resistance, and thick, sinister black energy surged wildly into the nails.

In an instant, the envoy's forehead turned pitch black, then a deathly aura emanated from the hollows of his eyes, and finally even his high nose bridge and cheekbones were covered with eerie black spots.

Only the lips and chin below the nose appeared increasingly pale.

This extreme black and white contrast looks like a dead person's portrait has been accidentally soaked in ink, staining the upper half black while the lower half of the face remains ashen white as it was before death!

That ghostly appearance was more chilling than any threatening words.

The spreading blackness is another sign of death... a countdown!
No! I'll talk! I'll talk!

The special envoy, with all his remaining strength, answered in a trembling voice:

"The parchment scroll... the parchment scroll... I hid it... I hid it in the safe in the hidden compartment of the wall in the master bedroom of the villa..."

Faced with the cruel, ultimate choice of answering or not answering, the special envoy ultimately chose to confess and receive leniency.

Even though he knew that the moment he revealed the secret, he would lose his last value and would be doomed to die.

But as long as I can live a few more seconds, as long as I can breathe the air of this world a little more, smell it one more time... even the nauseating stench of this sewer is wonderful.

At that moment, the special envoy suddenly realized that the foul stench from the sewers was a thousand times sweeter than the fragrance of the upper city. Really... really... really... I wish I could breathe in a few more breaths!

The tall old man's eyes lit up, and he grinned, revealing a set of uneven, yellow teeth. He said with satisfaction:

"Hehehe, on behalf of your brother, we thank Young Master Kuang Yan for his reply!"

He paused and added:
"Young Master Kuang Yan, please rest assured. Once you are at ease, your brother will surely bring you [Masked]'s head as a sacrifice!"

The special envoy's lips trembled violently, and in the blink of an eye, they were covered with a layer of deathly darkness. In the dim well shaft, only his row of teeth remained as white as new.

He stared blankly at the tall, thin old man, the light in his pupils rapidly fading away like the receding tide.

However, just as his consciousness was about to sink completely into the eternal abyss of darkness, as if in a final burst of light, his eyes suddenly shone brightly for a moment.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the sallow old face so close to his, sweep over the tall old man's shoulder, and catch a fleeting glimpse of... a shadow behind him!

A shadow, like viscous oil seeping from the ground, is silently and irrationally rising and condensing upwards.

The shadow twisted and writhed at its peak, gradually solidifying into a chilling outline—two malevolent eye sockets staring silently from a mask as white as a skeleton.

It was the very thing he had been searching for, the thing he had longed for day and night… [the mask]!
It's him? !
[Masked] hasn't left, he's still here, he's come?

But it seems he's late!

An indescribable, absurd, and complex emotion, mixed with the last glimmer of hope, struck the special envoy's consciousness, which was being consumed by death, like an electric current.

"save--"

A hoarse, indistinct sound, like the last syllable on a tattered cassette tape, escaped from the special envoy's dark lips.

He used the last ounce of strength he had left to plead for help from [the masked one]?!

This scene is full of extreme absurdity and humor.

The special envoy came here to kill [Mask] with a tiny bit of confidence, but his last words before dying were actually a plea for help to [Mask]!

This shows that our special envoy from the city is truly without any bottom line.

Even [Masked] was moved by it.

After all, of all the people he had met in his two lifetimes (as a monster), the special envoy was truly the one who longed to live the most.

In fact, there isn't one!

To survive, he can be shameless, spineless, and abandon everything, like a soft, limp maggot. How wonderful!
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of the tall, thin old man's neck stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head.

He felt a chill run down his spine, and his right hand reflexively grabbed the limp corpse of the special envoy, using it as a convenient human shield as he turned around and swung it backward.

call--!
The sound of wind breaking filled the air!
The special envoy's body, still warm and reeking of blood, crashed into the solidified shadow.

A pale hand emerged from the inky shadows, its fingers long and slender, each knuckle gleaming with a cold, steely light.

With a seemingly slow but actually swift motion, the five fingers gently stirred the air, creating visibly subtle ripples.

The ripples did not spread outwards, but rather converged inwards layer by layer, forming an invisible vortex of force field.

The pale hand, at the very center of the ripples, gracefully caught the corpse that was being swung down.

The movement was as gentle as catching a falling feather.

With a slight turn of the wrist, a gentle force quietly penetrated, instantly extinguishing the corpse's violent momentum, which was gradually dissolved by the rhythmic vibrations of the air.

[Limit Break Technique - Net (Active)!]
[Upon activation, a "Entangling Force Domain" is formed within a three-zhang radius around the user, reducing the movement speed of all enemies who enter the domain by 20% and their attack speed by 30%!]
With that pale palm as the center, the spatial properties within a three-zhang radius instantly changed.

The air was no longer nothingness, but transformed into billions of invisible, eerie threads, crisscrossing and densely weaving a giant spider web.

Like a spider web trapping a mosquito, it gently entangles the intruder, yet carries a terrifyingly sticky force, greedily devouring all kinetic energy.

The corpse was firmly "stuck" in the air by the entangled force, and remained frozen for a moment.

She was then gently pulled over by that hand, and then casually tossed backward.

The special envoy's body slammed heavily against the rusty pipe wall, then slid down slowly like a rag, leaving a trail of sticky blood on the pipe's surface.

The tall old man's pupils suddenly contracted. He knew very well how powerful that swing was, yet it had been neutralized so easily.
"Humph!"

The tall old man let out a cold snort, and a fierce look rose on his sallow face.

With his extensive combat experience, he changed his tactics immediately after his first attack failed.

He tensed his waist and twisted his body abruptly a second time, his black cloth shoes screeching on the ground. With the twist, he made a tiger's mouth with three fingers of his right hand.

With his thumb, index finger, and middle finger joined together, black energy swirling around their tips, they formed a claw capable of crushing steel.

"Three Yin Bone-Penetrating Claw!"

The claws were sharp and fierce, carrying a chilling, sinister energy that tore through the thick air, making a faint tearing sound as they aimed straight for the throat of the person behind them.

He felt the strange resistance in the air again, and with a sudden stomp of his foot, his speed increased by three points!

Chi la——

Three fingers, like knives, sliced ​​across the throat, yet a strange sensation emanated from them.

It's like tearing wet Xuan paper, stirring viscous asphalt, and penetrating a cloud of solidified fog.

The energy of the Thousand Entwining Silk Flows around the Shadow, easily confusing the real sense of being attacked, making it even more difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The tall old man was very experienced and had done some research before coming.

He wasn't as concerned about [Masked] as the special envoy, but he had still seen the live broadcast in the sewers.

"One of [Masked]'s abilities is the ability to manipulate shadows!"

The tall old man's mind raced, and his claws instantly retracted like a venomous snake returning to its hole.

His cloudy eyes darted around rapidly, scanning the shadows of the crisscrossing pipes, the reflections of the puddles, and the unevenness of the walls, while a third of his attention remained fixed on the shadow beneath his feet.

Suddenly, his eyes trembled, his toes touched the ground and he slid to the side, halfway down the slide, he suddenly lifted up from the ground.

With a quick thrust of the right elbow, three consecutive strikes were made diagonally backward in a flash.

Each strike was faster than the last, like a venomous dragon unleashed, the elbow lash tearing through the air with a muffled "pongpong" sound.

One soft sound, two loud sounds.

"Hit!"

The tall old man turned his neck halfway, and before his gaze could even shift, and before his toes even touched the ground, he kicked out into the air, aiming for the last muffled thud.

The flickering legs stirred up wisps of black energy!
The leg fell, kicking a shadow that had silently emerged, exactly the same as the previous shadow, except for the color of its pupils.

One is a dark, gloomy void, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, like an abyss leading to nothingness;
The pair of eyes reflected an eerie, kaleidoscope-like light, with black and white magatama spinning and shifting wildly within them...
P.S.: My words were censored again due to unforeseen circumstances, ugh~ Thank you!!!

(End of this chapter)