Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 627 You're the one who should be running away!!

Zuo Bai was already kneeling in the trunk, one foot outside and one foot inside, in a slightly awkward position, about to finish the "packing" process.

Suddenly, I heard "Justice and Judgment" coming from behind me!
It was like the most vicious virus code, instantly invading his auditory receptors.

"???"

Zuo Bai was completely devastated.

He reacted extremely quickly, and his semi-mechanical body displayed astonishing coordination.

He quickly turned around to face the oncoming night watchman, and his two high-precision electronic eyes instantly switched to extreme capture mode, shooting 30 shots per second.

He tried to see through the black mask to see who was behind the eccentric face.

But all he saw was a bottomless darkness, and a righteous iron fist emerging from beneath the black robe, viciously striking his priceless, perfectly optimized handsome face.

Without this layer of Night Watchman's skin, Feng Yuhuai would have turned tail and run away like a frightened rabbit the moment he saw Zuo Bai, running as far away as possible.

In terms of individual combat skills, she is still slightly inferior to Zuo Bai.

The memory of being brutally beaten was still vivid in her mind, leaving a lingering shadow in her heart.

But now... with this layer of "skin" covering it...

An unprecedented, almost boiling sense of power washed over Feng Yuhuai's limbs and bones.

The cold black robe clung to her skin, isolating her from the outside world and shielding her from fear, replacing it with an inflated, distorted confidence and courage.

She was no longer the Feng Yuhuai who frantically fled through the sewers.

She is the night watchman, the embodiment of walking in the darkness, upholding order and judgment!
She is not fighting alone; she is a champion of justice!
And justice will inevitably triumph over evil—that is an irrefutable universal truth!

As for the "tiny" difference in personal combat ability between her and Zuo Bai? That's just a negligible factor.

Does individual combat strength determine victory or defeat?

This is such an outdated and stubborn feudal ideology; it's been retired long ago.

Humans are not beasts; human society is an era governed by the rule of law!

With this awakened belief that had been completely alienated by power, Feng Yuhuai gathered his strength and delivered a powerful basic attack.

"boom--!!!"

Zuo Bai was caught off guard and had no idea that the Night Watchman would attack him without provocation. He didn't have time to dodge at all.

That doesn't make sense!!!

I'm just crawling into the trunk, why should the night watchman care?

The cold, sharp impact slammed into the junction of the left jaw and neck, causing the bionic skin on the face to deform in a wavy pattern due to the violent tremor.

Boom——!
His body was thrown out at a 45-degree angle, and the huge impact twisted and deformed the trunk lid of the taxi, the sound of metal tearing piercing the night sky.

The twisted hood spun in an arc before crashing heavily into the yard of the adjacent villa, disappearing into a pile of construction materials.

Gravel fell in a flurry, and dust billowed up.

In the shadows behind the villa wall, taxi driver Wu Shou huddled up like a frightened quail.

His back was pressed tightly against the cold, damp wall, his hands tightly covering his mouth, daring not to speak out in anger.

His taxi had just undergone major repairs.

The beast crouched behind the wall, its erect ears twitching slightly, and its ferocious facial muscles twitching unnaturally.

"I say you're guilty, so you're guilty? Are the Night's Watch so domineering now?"

A red dragonfly clung to the shadows of the window frame on the other side, its long tongue lolling out, its coating trembling slightly.

"It seems our goods have been spotted by the Night's Watch, what should we do?"

Her voice was as sweet as honey, yet it carried a chilling, venomous edge, with a slight upward inflection at the end, revealing a restless, eager spirit that seemed to thrive on chaos.

Although the organization has certain considerations and requirements to avoid conflicts with the Night's Watch in the near future, this does not mean that Squad 103 will let the Night's Watch take advantage of them.

The bald captain did not immediately respond to the beast's ferocity and the red dragonfly's provocation; instead, he looked at the emcee with a questioning gaze.

The emcee did not respond to the captain's gaze. His pupils rolled completely upwards, revealing only the terrifying whites of his eyes, which were spinning wildly at an inhuman speed within their sockets.

An invisible gaze pierced through the thick brick wall and the pervasive dust, clearly revealing everything unfolding outside.

He looked at the Night's Watchman who had inexplicably gone mad. Although there was a black robe and mask between them, the man's figure and posture seemed vaguely familiar.

His gaze continued to extend, like invisible tentacles sweeping across the chaotic scene. Then, he saw a figure crawling backward on all fours in the dense grass behind the villa, trying to escape this place of trouble.

Feng Ju?!

The emcee recognized the other party as the biological father of Feng Yuhuai, the parasite of the evil ritual. His gaze lingered on the other party for a moment, and he glimpsed the extreme instability and collapse of the other party's mental state, as well as some kind of deeper mutation.

The emcee was not interested in Feng Ju. His gaze continued to spread to a darker corner, where he saw a hunched old man rushing towards him in a fit of rage.

Five seconds left to reach the battlefield!

"I didn't expect there to be so many spectators in the shadows. It's quite lively."

The magistrate's expression was slightly strange, but he said with great interest:
"Don't rush, let's observe further. Zuo Bai is already a mature young man; we must trust that he can protect himself..."

The words "myself" hadn't even finished being uttered!
The emcee's relaxed smile suddenly froze, like a lake surface instantly frozen!

His rolled-back eyeballs suddenly twitched violently, and thick black blood burst from his eye sockets, gushing out without warning from the torn corners of his eyes and meandering down his pale cheeks.

Red Dragonfly and the bald male captain both changed color and stared at the emcee.

The beast's face showed surprise followed by delight. He had just witnessed the emcee's eyes suddenly gushing blood not long ago.

The beast, struck by a sudden inspiration, blurted out, "It's [Masked] here, isn't it?"

Red Dragonfly and the bald male captain seemed to realize what was happening, and Red Dragonfly quickly pulled a black cloth out of his pocket and handed it over.

The emcee suddenly closed his eyes, but a strange, white, bony face seemed to remain on his bloodshot eyeballs.

He took the black cloth and wrapped it around his eyes. Blood streamed down his face as he grinned strangely, saying in a hoarse voice:
"That's right, [Masked] is here, huddled in the corner of the wall next door!!!"

Wu Shou squatted in the corner, watching several madmen of fate laugh while bleeding, their expressions gradually becoming more and more morbid and bizarre. He felt utterly horrified.

"No, [Masked], what did you guys do? Can't you guys look normal? I'm so scared!"

....
"puff--!"

Zuo Bai propped himself up, and a liquid mixed with the smell of engine oil and the fishy sweetness of bionic blood surged up his throat and he spat it out.

Dark red liquid splattered onto the lapel, quickly spreading out.

His chin was bruised and purple, and the bionic skin had cracked, revealing the white nano-bone underneath.

Zuo Bai shook his slightly dizzy head as the intracranial chip frantically performed damage assessments and system self-checks.

He quickly got up from the ground, his cold electronic eyes fixed on the black figure slowly approaching him. He quickly crossed his arms in front of him, assuming a fighting stance that combined offense and defense.

He didn't understand why the Night Watchman suddenly attacked him, considering that his cultist identity hadn't been exposed.

Before he could even open his mouth to question her, Feng Yuhuai pushed off with her feet again, her figure flickering and shimmering like a ghost.

With a sudden flick of her wrist, a cold glint appeared between her fingers, and several silver needles were already nestled between them. With a flick of her fingertips, the silver needles transformed into streaks of light that shot out, their ends trailing fine, thread-like lines that drew deadly trajectories in the air.

"laugh--"

A faint whooshing sound rang out, and the needle tip, gleaming with a sinister cold light, precisely targeted Zuo Bai's vital acupoints.

Zuo Bai's electronic pupils flashed wildly, and the complex geometric apertures deep within his irises zoomed in rapidly, highlighting dozens of attack trajectory lines in his field of vision.

Wire?
The red line!

Indeed, some of the Night Watchmen practice the Sunflower Manual, possessing incredible speed and unpredictable, yin-yang martial arts moves, and are especially skilled in "needlework".

Zuo Bai was aware of this as well, but according to his database, the Night Watch's needles and threads should be transparent, indistinguishable to the naked eye, and even more difficult to guard against.

There are records of people deliberately dyeing silk threads red.

Zuo Bai felt strange on one hand, and on the other hand, he felt that the red thread seemed familiar.

Before he could even think, another undeniable warning rang out in the air.

"Resisting law enforcement? That's an even more serious offense. Are you sure you want to resist?"

Zuo Bai forcibly suppressed the surging engine oil and anger in his chest. Zuo Bai, who always talked about science and logic, was now confused by the other party's absurd accusations.

He clenched his teeth, his voice almost squeezed out from between them:
"You say I'm guilty, so I'm guilty? You won't even allow me to resist?"

Looking at Zuo Bai's expression of gritting his teeth but having no words to say, Feng Yuhuai felt a surge of indescribable pleasure.

The pent-up frustration from the sewers has completely dissipated, leaving only a thoroughly enjoyable feeling.

That felt great!
A strong female lead cannot live a day without power; power is the best family member!
As a result, Feng Yuhuai's footwork became increasingly fast, like a ghost, and the silver needles poured out like a torrential rain.

She transformed into a black storm, its edges tinged with red, relentlessly attacking Zuo Bai. Each strike was accompanied by a righteous and stern judgment:

"I suspect you are guilty! I'm arresting you now!"

A vicious palm strike grazed across his left ribcage, and three silver needles glowing red pierced his flesh and wrapped around his bone.

"But if you dare to fight back and resist arrest, you will undoubtedly be sentenced to death."

She appeared like a ghost behind Zuo Bai, her silver needle piercing the back of his head.

"Before you fight back, you'd better think carefully about how you're going to die!"

Feng Yuhuai suddenly lowered his voice, with a hint of cat-and-mouse pleasure.

Zuo Bai: "..."

Where did this madman come from? Get your facts straight, you're just a night watchman, not [Fate].

The lines you're spouting, each one of them, make you seem even more domineering than [Fate]!

Actually.

It's hard to say whether the Night's Watch is really that domineering.

But once Feng Yuhuai put on the skin of the Night Watchman, he really became incredibly domineering!

If Zuo Bai were just a scientist, his wisest course of action would be to surrender and hand his fate over to the Night's Watch.

Fortunately, he wasn't. Stripped of his scientist's guise, he was a ruthless and vicious cultist.

His fate is in the hands of destiny; no one can take it away from him.

This isn't just for myself, it's also for [fate]!

Zuo Bai suddenly leaned back, several silver needles whistling past his electronic eyes, reflecting a cold light on the surface of his iris.

In a flash, a blue light appeared in his eyes, and a stream of data poured down like a waterfall.

The right arm twisted at a reverse joint angle, the nanobone emitted a piercing "creaking" sound, and the five fingers completed the transformation from extended to clenched fist in 0.1 seconds.

On the retinal projection, three scarlet attack trajectories flashed continuously, eventually converging into the optimal path, casting a dotted line in the air.

As the intracranial chip performed combat calculations, Zuo Bai's fist tore through the air along the dotted line, accompanied by a high-frequency oscillating buzzing sound, and slammed into the Night Watchman's chest.

Before the fist even landed, the surging airflow had already pressed the black robe inward, leaving a fist-shaped indentation.

Feng Yuhuai was enjoying the twisted pleasure brought by the crushing power when, in the next second, a punch landed squarely on her chest. She was forced back half a step, and the soles of her boots scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.

That voice was a desecration of power, a stain on justice, and an injury to her family.

The pupils beneath the mask dilated instantly in shock, only to be swallowed by an even more raging fury, swirling into eerie red coils.

"very good!"

The cold, synthesized sound suddenly soared, causing the surrounding air to tremble.
"This punch has definitively sealed your fate and condemned you to death."

Her hands flew rapidly beneath her wide black robe, and countless silver needles rained down on Zuo Bai from all directions.

At the same time, she spoke rapidly and scathingly, constantly putting pressure on Zuo Bai.

"Your resistance has not only harmed yourself, but also your company, your family, and everyone you cherish."

"Don't even think about escaping, Professor Zuo Bai. I know your background very well. It won't make a difference where you run away."

Zuo Bai's face was gloomy. He had to admit that the Night Watchman's rhetoric had put some pressure on him, but not much.

He has no attachment to the company; if he can't go back, so be it. Anyway, he's already secretly transferring company assets.

As for family and friends, what are those?
On the path of scientific exploration, there is no need for the burden of flesh and blood.

Zuo Bai remained unmoved; the Night Watchmen's threats and warnings had no real effect on him.

Because the Night's Watch's threat was completely off-target.

His most important identity now is not that of a scientist or a cultist, but rather that he is a shipment delivered by [fate].

Unless you can threaten [fate], what do you have to threaten me with?

At this moment, as a piece of cargo, Zuo Bai felt an inexplicable sense of pride and honor.

"Escape? Why would I run away?"

Zuo Bai suddenly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide.

Tsk-!
The bionic skin covering his right hand tore off like a fragile wax film, revealing a swarm of frantically writhing metallic nanobugs inside.

The silver-gray swarm of nanobots beneath the skin surged wildly, completing a horrifying remodeling within 0.1 seconds. The five fingers merged and extended, transforming into five ferocious bone blades.

The bone blade was engraved with strange patterns identical to those on the surface of the large black core, exuding a dangerous aura.

This move was clearly inspired by [Masked]'s ability to manipulate bones.

Zuo Bai raised his hand and clawed at the Night Watchman's mask, saying in a sinister tone:

"You're the one who should be running away, Feng Yuhuai!!!"

Feng Yuhuai was struck dumb, and his attack paused.

Zuo Bai sneered:
"You think I won't recognize you just because you're wearing the Night's Watch robes and a mask? Your red threads and the coils in your eyes give you away, hahaha—"

(End of this chapter)