Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 625 Another Encounter?

Anyone with experience in stealth knows that stealth can sometimes be more tiring than killing.

The circuitous route was longer and more mentally and physically demanding than expected.

Every pause, every moment of concealment, every movement accelerated the depletion of Feng Ju's stamina.

Fortunately, the three fought very "well-behavedly," without running around the field or scattering everywhere, and without expanding the battlefield like a demolition crew.

It felt like an eternity before Feng Ju, utterly exhausted, finally made his way around to the back of the special envoy's villa, as if navigating a minefield!
Safe!
Unless those three people have X-ray vision, they wouldn't be able to spot him.

Crouching against the wall, Feng Ju slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the several windows lined up on the first floor, one of which was not closed.

Feng Ju raised his hand to wipe the sticky sweat from his forehead, and an excited smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"As expected, I am particularly favored by fate tonight."

Feng Ju felt incredibly grateful. Fortunately, the special envoy hadn't copied the decorating style of the villa next door and had filled in and sealed off all the doors and windows.

He quietly pushed open the window and slipped inside.

The warm, dry air inside, mixed with expensive incense, wafted in, creating a stark contrast to the cold, damp grass.

Feng Ju half-squatted on the carpet, his gaze sweeping across the entire room in an instant, confirming that it was the dining room inside the villa.

He had already memorized the layout of the villa during the day while he was on the first floor.

The restaurant connects to an open kitchen, where a dim wall lamp illuminates the space.

Under the lights, a maid sat in a chair with her back to the restaurant entrance, her head nodding off.

On the stove in front of her, several small pots were simmering, each emitting a faint aroma, and the rising steam wove a hazy veil of mist under the lamplight.

Because the special envoy had not yet returned for the night, she had to keep the food warm at all times, so that if the special envoy came back and wanted to have a late-night snack, she could serve it to him immediately.

Otherwise, she would become the special envoy's midnight snack.

Previously, the maids really wanted to be the special envoy's "late-night snack," but after Cuihua was actually eaten by the special envoy, none of the maids dared to have such a crooked idea anymore.

Feng Ju stared at the maid's back and approached her step by step.

The distance is decreasing... three meters... two meters... one meter...

The aroma of food masked the lingering smell of blood on Feng Ju's body. It wasn't until Feng Ju stood behind the maid that she seemed to suddenly realize someone was behind her.

The hydraulic system of the robotic arm emitted a faint hum, its alloy fingers precisely gripping the maid's chin, while the other clamped onto the back of her neck.

"Crack!"

Without any effort, the latter's head was turned a full circle, and his expression was frozen in that moment of terror.

Feng Ju placed the head upright beside the stove, alongside several bubbling stew pots, creating an eerie yet harmonious scene.

He gently lifted the limp, headless corpse and laid it down on the cold tiles.

Their movements were chillingly practiced.

This was actually Feng Ju's first time committing a stealth murder, and he shouldn't have had any experience in this area, but he performed exceptionally well, as if he had a memory honed through countless trials.

This incongruous skill stems from a deeply traumatic experience: he was killed by his own daughter in the same way.

Yes, the experience of being backstabbed and assassinated by his daughter only needed to be imprinted on his soul once, helping him to max out his backstabbing skills.

Feng Ju looked down at the bloodstains spreading on the tiles, a wistful smile on his face.

His gaze swept across the kitchen and landed on the knife rack.

He walked over and silently drew a sharp meat cleaver, the cold handle heavy in his hand.

He gripped the knife and silently made his way to the servants' quarters.

He gently pushed open a half-closed door, inside which were several single beds side by side. The human figures bulging under the blankets rose and fell slowly with their breathing, completely unaware of the approaching death.

Feng Ju walked to the first bed without hesitation or pity.

The sharp blade traced a cold arc in the darkness, landing precisely. Warm liquid gushed out instantly, soaking the bedding, but the sleeping person didn't even have time to utter a muffled groan.

He did the same thing, heading towards the second bed...

Half a minute later, Feng Ju left the servants' room and gently closed the door behind him.

There was no fighting throughout, only stealth and assassination, which Feng Ju accomplished effortlessly.

He walked to the kitchen sink and turned on the tap at its lowest setting.

The water flowed over the blade, washing away the blood into a pale red vortex, which eventually disappeared into the drain.
He took a dishcloth and wiped the blade clean, the blade reflecting his distorted face.

He wondered, "Was it the same way when Yu Huai killed me from behind?"

At this point, Feng Ju was the only "living person" left in the entire huge villa.

He could finally drop the disguise of stealth and search for the parchment without restraint.

He was certain the parchment was on the second floor of the villa, but he didn't know exactly which room it was hidden in.

But this was no challenge for Feng Ju!
The second-floor corridor is covered with thick, expensive carpets, and six white wooden doors are arranged in a row.

As Feng Ju walked on the carpet, the motion-sensor lights in the corridor lit up one by one with his steps, like a carpet of light laid out for the victor.

He pushed open each door in turn.

The first room was the special envoy's bedroom, with velvet bed curtains hanging low.
The second room is a study, with walls covered in ancient books that exude the smell of ink;
The third one.
Feng Ju walked in and out quickly. When he pushed open the door to the fifth room, his gaze finally settled on a huge, antique wardrobe against the wall, inlaid with ivory and tortoiseshell.

The wardrobe itself was quite valuable, but what attracted Feng Ju was the subtle mismatch between its placement and the lines of the wall, and... the unnaturally flattened pile of the carpet at the bottom edge of the wardrobe, creating a subtle color difference with the surrounding area.

His eyes lit up immediately, and he grinned:

"found it!"

When it comes to house searches, the police are professionals!
It's far more professional than searching for criminals; that's the primary skill of a constable.

After all, in many cases, the criminals are cunning and escape, and cannot be caught, but this does not prevent them from closing the case and receiving credit.

However, if the search for "stolen goods" in a criminal's home is not thorough, the constables themselves will lose money.

Feng Ju stepped forward and forcefully pushed open the heavy wardrobe.

really!

A safe, partially embedded in the wall, was conspicuously exposed in front of us.

The safe was made entirely of gold, gleaming with a glittering, opulent gold light under the lamps.

The golden light practically screamed "self-admission" on its face.

“If the parchment scroll hadn’t been hidden in this safe, I, Feng Ju, would have cut off my head and given it to the special envoy as a chamber pot, although he probably wouldn’t have needed it.”

Feng Ju made a definitive deduction in his mind.

However, Feng Ju was not surprised, because he understood the special envoy's arrogant and condescending attitude.

The latter never thought anyone would dare to steal from his house, so it's understandable that he hid things so honestly.

Feng Ju stared at the gleaming golden cipher disk, his pupils slightly contracting. He wasn't a detective like Li Xiang, who could predict the future; cracking codes through deduction was pure fantasy.

As for lock-picking skills? Sorry, that's not a professional skill for constables.

With a gun?

That's making too much noise!
If the gunshots alerted the Black King of Hell who was having a good fight next door, then all their previous efforts would be wasted, and they would be courting death.

Therefore, the only way is to dissolve it in your mouth.

Feng Ju had already discovered that after his "resurrection," some of the fluids in his body underwent a strange change, becoming highly corrosive!
Blood is the most corrosive substance, comparable to aqua regia, and can easily burn through metal.

While the saliva was slightly less impressive, it was still quite frightening.

Given his low health, he could only use saliva.

He doesn't need to completely dissolve the gold safe door with his mouth; that would be too much work, and he wouldn't have enough saliva.

He only needs to create a crack or weak point, about the width of a fingernail, in a key location on the door lock or hinge.

He was confident that if he could create a small opening, he could use it as a fulcrum to pry open the safe with brute force.

The plan was rough, but practical; it was the best solution he could come up with at the moment.

Feng Ju's Adam's apple bobbed, then he walked to the gleaming safe and knelt down.

He opened his mouth, revealing teeth stained with blood and dirt, and pointed at a seemingly weak spot next to the safe's lock...
He took a big, hard gulp and "sucked" it in!

The cold, metallic sensation instantly filled his mouth, accompanied by an indescribable spicy kick that exploded on his tongue.

"So gold is spicy, or even extra spicy?"

In an instant, Feng Ju felt as if the back of his tongue was numbed by the spiciness, and his mind was buzzing.

He didn't quite understand why, but he had no other choice at the moment.

He pressed his lips tightly together, pressed his tongue firmly against the gold, and activated all the glands in his mouth, causing them to secrete saliva frantically.

When saliva comes into contact with gold, it makes a subtle "sizzling" sound, and strange bubbles gradually appear on the metal surface, as if it is softening and deforming like syrup being roasted at high temperature.

At the same time that Feng Ju launched his attack on the gold, at the entrance of Emerald Garden.

The hunched old man, who had taken a long detour, finally arrived, panting heavily. He stopped abruptly, his sallow, wrinkled face filled with shock.

His dim, old eyes were fixed on a blue and white police car parked at the gate, his pupils contracted to their maximum.

Strange, why does this car look so familiar?

Looking at the license plate again, the hunchbacked old man felt a jolt of electricity run down his spine.

His current feeling was exactly the same as when Feng Ju recognized the license plate earlier—it was a ghost!

Isn't that the police car that [Masked] was driving?

Xiao Jiuzi: "???"

I took a long detour specifically to avoid you, how did we end up bumping into each other again?

The hunchbacked old man felt a surge of anger rush to his head!

"What do you mean? Are you haunting us again? Are you trying to catch us again?"
"They even managed to predict our route in advance and get ahead to intercept us?!"

Xiao Jiuzi felt like her lungs were about to explode with anger. When would this madman ever stop?

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked; his patience had reached its limit. He laughed in fury:
"This is outrageous!"

Xiao Jiuzi decided he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care if [Masked] was crazy or not, or whether he had the Erosion Bead or not. He, Xiao Jiuzi, wasn't made of clay.

His murky eyes gleamed with a sinister and ruthless light as he cautiously approached the blue and white car, each step taken with utmost care, wary of any attack that might come from any angle.

When he finally approached the vehicle and peered inside, he discovered—the car was empty!
The driver's seat was empty.

Xiao Jiuzi's angry expression froze instantly, then transformed into a mixture of shock and intense unease!
"They didn't come to intercept me, but... they've already gone in?!"

The thought was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly freezing his boiling anger. A chill crept up his spine and spread throughout his body, his fingernails unconsciously digging into the wrinkles in his palms.

If [Masked] isn't here to ambush me, then he must be after... the parchment scroll?!

"It's going to be bad!"

Xiao Jiuzi's heart was filled with alarm bells. The parchment scroll could not be lost; it was something the young master was determined to obtain.

All concerns and cautions were thrown to the winds at this moment.

His hunched body suddenly erupted with a terrifying killing intent. His withered legs pushed off the ground with a mighty shove, and he shot towards the special envoy's villa at full speed like an arrow released from a bow.

The route he chose to travel was naturally not a winding, circuitous one, but a straight, direct path.

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line!

Xiao Jiuzi is also someone who believes in mathematics!

..........
Zuo Bai stood in front of the open trunk, silently packing himself up.

His movements were textbook perfect, even more professional than a real deliveryman.

Deliverymen might be rough with the goods, but he won't; he's very gentle.

He knelt on one knee on the edge of the trunk, his right leg bent and tucked into the shadows of the trunk. His hair brushed against the metal roof, leaving a layer of fine dust.

Just as he bent down, a chilling sensation suddenly ran down the back of his neck.

"Um?!"

As Zuo Bai bent down to get into the trunk, his upper body snapped back like a spring, and his head snapped to the back. The heavily modified electronic eye instantly completed high-magnification focusing and dynamic capture.

It was just a dozen meters behind him.

Two figures stood silently in the shadows, where the streetlights couldn't reach, like stains seeping from the darkness.

The wide black robe cascaded down like a waterfall, its surface seemingly able to absorb light; even the halo of light cast by the streetlights distorted and vanished the moment it touched the hem of the robe.

Their faces were covered with a mask that was also pitch black, without any facial features, leaving only two holes for the eyes.

One of the men, a relatively slender figure in black robes, was staring intently at him with a chilling focus.

"Night Watchmen?!" The term immediately popped into Zuo Bai's mind.

Zuo Bai's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure.

The reason for his sudden realization was that he was a member of the cult of the Dead, and instinctively felt a bit guilty in the presence of the Night's Watch.

He remained calm because he had not been exposed; on the surface, he was a person with a legitimate identity.

He is a star scientist, with a legitimate laboratory, publicly published papers, and endorsements from the scientific community; he can withstand scrutiny.

Even if he privately transforms himself to be less "human" and more "technological," that falls under the scope of personal freedom and scientific research, and has nothing to do with the Night Watch.

(End of this chapter)