Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 670 This terrifying execution power

Secretary Hou smiled with satisfaction, patted Li Xiang's shoulder heavily, and said in a tone that was half congratulations and half a final warning:
"Good! Good! Good! Captain Li... ah no, I think I should be calling you Director Li soon."

Do your job well. The councilor will see everything you do. Don't worry. If anyone dares to use this to attack you or trip you up, don't be afraid. We are upright and have nothing to fear.

We believe that Representative Wang will always be your strongest support.

Li Xiang appeared resolute, nodded emphatically, and stared intently.

Hou Wendong said no more, turned around, opened the ward door, and disappeared into the light and shadow of the corridor.

The door closed with a soft click.

Li Xiang's face fell, and he couldn't help but think to himself:

"Yes, Councilor Wang Xinfa is my strongest support, but also the sharpest knife pointed at my back."

He sighed, quickly tore off his hospital gown, and swiftly changed into his police uniform.

After putting on his favorite clothes, he felt the throbbing pain in his head lessen considerably.

Power is the best medicine!

Li Xiang flung open the ward door and gave orders to the constables standing at the door:

"Someone go tell the hospital to wake Erbing up right away. I'm taking you guys to handle a big case. If we do it well, we'll all get promoted!"

All four constables wore expressions of excitement and anticipation.

"Yes!"

One of the constables immediately took the order and ran quickly toward the doctor's office.

Soon, almost the same scene repeated itself.

The attending physician, who had just been there, quickly approached Li Xiang, who was already dressed and had a stern expression, with the same "Instructions and Risk Notification Form for Forced Awakening".

"Captain Li, the patient is still very weak, and there's a risk in forcibly waking him up..."

Li Xiang waved his hand, interrupting the doctor without any politeness, grabbed the information sheet, flipped to the last page, and signed his name without even looking at the lengthy terms.

The handwriting was sharp and forceful, almost tearing through the paper.

He shoved the medical report back into the doctor's hand, his tone icy, and his words were strikingly similar to those spoken by Hou Wendong earlier:

“Please carry it out immediately. Er Bing is a senior elite in the police station. The security of the Ninth District needs him, and I believe he can’t wait to wake up and fight crime.”

The attending physician was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but suspect that Li Xiang had been faking fainting and had overheard his conversation with Secretary Hou.

Otherwise, how could he speak with such a completely identical accent?

The doctor misunderstood Li Xiang. He was indeed unconscious; he simply couldn't bear to leave his good brother after waking up.

After all, true brothers are all about sharing hardships and joys, and no one should be left behind.

Chang Erbing woke up quickly and urgently, and walked up to Li Xiang with tears in his eyes.

The two embraced tightly in the hospital corridor, celebrating yet another narrow escape and a new chapter of sharing hardships.

The scene was so touching that it made the four constables next to them extremely envious.

The only regret is that this scene of brothers embracing is missing one... brother.

....
Ma Bin did not intentionally ignore calls from his "brothers" or pretend to be dead.

He's not like Feng Ju, who has a guilty conscience. He's always been honest and open with his brothers.

However, his current situation is really... difficult to talk about, and he is unable to answer the phone.

He was afraid that Li Xiang and Chang Erbing might be too enthusiastic and insist on coming to find him, which could scare them into something bad.

At this moment, Ma Bin was not in the Blood Rose Bar, but in a secluded house.

The air was filled with the unique smell of old houses, a mixture of dust mites and mildew, as well as a faint odor of rotting, mutated meat.

This house is small, simply furnished, even rudimentary, and its owner is a non-existent "living person".

That is, this "person" lives vividly in the electronic file of the government's citizen system - he has regularly updated identity information, fragmented records of water and electricity expenditures, and even various kinds of consumption records.

Everything looked like a real, living person, but in reality, this person had already died in some remote corner of District Nine.

Ma Bin has several such safe houses in his possession.

As the leader of the Green Wolf Gang, he had access to money and manpower, as well as the "friendship" he inherited from his predecessor with officials in certain departments of the government.

(P.S.: This refers to the details of the transactions between the Green Wolf Gang and certain low- to mid-level officials; see Chapter 72 for more information.)
Although these officials did not hold very high positions, Ma Bin did not do anything too outrageous. It was not difficult for him to create a few "safe houses" out of thin air.

These safe houses were painstakingly and secretly prepared by him.

The original intention was to provide an absolutely reliable hiding place and a greater degree of security for members of the organization when they came to the Ninth District to cause trouble someday.

But he never expected that he would be the first person forced to use this place.

He was truly at his wit's end!

After all, he hadn't expected that the old zombie who had been resurrected by the [mask] would be so "dutiful" and so obedient.

Ma Bin was sitting on an old sofa. The leather on the surface of the sofa was cracked, revealing the dull-colored sponge underneath.

The furniture in the safe house was all purchased as a set, and Ma Bin hadn't done any renovations. Anyway, the brothers and sisters of [Destiny] have never been picky about living conditions.

Right next to the sofa, less than a foot away from him.

An elderly zombie, resurrected, was lying on all fours in a posture that was extremely contrary to human ergonomics.

His withered, shriveled limbs twisted, their joints bracing themselves at strange angles, like a deformed old dog that had been cruelly experimented on, silently and stubbornly lying in the shadows at his feet.

On his back was a corpse that had begun to stiffen.

With the zombie elder's subtle breathing rises and falls (if it still needs to breathe), it swayed unnaturally from side to side, its center of gravity clearly extremely unstable.

But it's like a roly-poly toy; no matter how much it shakes, it stays firmly stuck to the "dog's back" and just won't fall off.

Given this situation—one person, one living corpse, and one dead body—how could Ma Bin calmly answer Li Xiang's call?

After all, Li Xiang would definitely ask him where he was now, and how should he answer?
Of course, Ma Bin is not inflexible.

He had certainly considered locking the two "corpses" in the safe house, then sneaking out to meet his brothers.

Tell them the thrilling stories he encountered in the sewer.

He had even polished the story's draft in his mind several times to ensure that the plot was full of twists and turns and the details were vivid, making it at least ten times more exciting than what Li Xiang and Hou Wendong had described.

but……

When it comes to lying skills, Ma Bin has never been afraid of anyone. Oh no~
There was one person he felt slightly inferior to.

However, the ideal is very rich, but the reality is very... zombie-like.

Wherever Ma Bin went, the zombie elder would follow closely behind, never exceeding 0.3 meters in distance.

Not to mention going out, even if he just goes to the bathroom to pee, the zombie old man will follow him in a seemingly slow and clumsy but actually extremely fast manner, landing on all fours and "whoosh" in a flash.

Ma Bin couldn't even close the door to protect his privacy; the zombie elder raised his deformed and crippled claws and smashed the door to pieces.

Ma Bin immediately abandoned the idea of ​​going out alone.

I can't shake it off, I just can't shake it off, that zombie dog... it's so clingy.

After several trials, Ma Bin finally discovered that the zombie dog would only be particularly obedient and lie motionless at his feet when he sat still on the sofa.

What can Ma Bin do?
He was desperate too.

You can't beat them in a fight, you can't shake them off, and reasoning with them is like playing music to a dog.

The root of all this can be traced back to the last clear instruction Feng Mu gave to the zombie elder before he left, pointing his finger at him—

"Get on his back and follow him!"

Can you say that the old zombie was wrong in his understanding?
Can we say that it was not executed properly?

Quite the contrary!

The zombie elder's understanding couldn't be more accurate, and his execution was meticulous and thorough.

Even someone as clever and adaptable as Ma Bin was completely stumped by this absolutely rigid "execution," and could only hope that Feng Mu could finish the task as soon as possible.

Then, remembering that he himself (along with two extra pieces of "luggage") had been left behind, he decided to take pity on him and come looking for him.

otherwise……

"Hey--"

Ma Bin leaned back on the tattered sofa, staring at the ceiling, letting out what felt like the umpteenth sigh of the day.

But as he sighed, for some reason, his expression suddenly softened, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitched upwards, revealing an extremely strange smile.

He muttered his admiration under his breath:

"This execution ability, this absolute obedience to orders, he's a damn genius... no, a complete genius..."

If possible, those idiots in the gang should really come and learn what it means to strictly follow every word the boss says!

Ma Bin couldn't help but have some thoughts running through his mind; he was seriously considering the feasibility of this matter.

It's not about letting the idiots in the gang come to observe and learn—that would be too foolish. Rather, it's about... transforming and evolving some of the idiots in the gang into zombie dogs...
Since they're all idiots anyway, might as well become even more obedient idiot dogs!
.......
Although only one day has passed since yesterday.

But from a feeling perspective, Zuo Bai felt as if a year had passed.

It is no exaggeration to say that the twists and turns of this night, with its reversals upon reversals, were more exciting than the sum of his entire life so far.

In just one night, his mind underwent one violent earthquake after another. His original cognitive framework was shattered and forced to be pieced back together in the face of life and death.

As a result, he transformed from a pure believer who revered science into a hybrid of science and metaphysics... a mixed-race bastard.

And his body, once a complete person, became a castrated...testicleless being.

Of course, these changes would be hard for most people to accept, but for him, it's nothing... what a joke.

He has to squat to pee now, which is unacceptable to him.

Fortunately, his actions yesterday finally moved [fate], and Squad 103 finally partially accepted him.

Although he has been nominally transferred to [Masked], he is actually still being kept in Squad 103.

Moreover, his treatment in all aspects has improved... The most significant change is that he no longer has to stay in the trunk of a taxi.

Do you know what this means?

In the darkness, a mournful thought seemed to drift over—the taxi driver: "...?" Does that mean I'm dead?
The profound meaning behind this led Zuo Bai to draw upon his newly established "science and metaphysics" logical system and conduct a rigorous deduction:
This is not merely a change in sleeping position; it is a powerful signal—symbolizing that he has once again been upgraded from a packaged cargo back to the realm of humanity.

In other words, he has now, in effect, secretly become a glorious semi-unofficial member of the [Destiny] team.

Perhaps, if he tries harder... before he sees [Masked] again, he will officially become a new member of Squad 103?

The evidence is that he slept in the bed last night.

A real, not-so-soft but absolutely flat bed with the feel of fabric.

God knows how many days he has spent curled up on the hard lining of a taxi trunk.

Tears!

Zuo Bai was so excited that his excitement was comparable to the ecstasy he felt when he successfully completed his first major scientific experiment.

Therefore, last night, due to extreme physical and mental exhaustion, Zuo Bai fell asleep almost the moment his head hit the pillow.

Perhaps it was because he had been thinking about it during the day, but he had a particularly bizarre and terrifying dream.

Strictly speaking, this doesn't seem to qualify as a typical nightmare.

Throughout the dream, he remained in a strange state of "safety," without any ferocious, imagined monsters chasing after him.

But if you call it a beautiful dream, it seems to have a distorted kind of "beauty".

Because the main content of the dream was that he was continuously abusing another person.

Theoretically speaking, playing the role of the one who inflicts pain in a dream, and controlling the pain of others, should bring a twisted pleasure, a kind of exhilarating release of dark desires, and should be classified as a "beautiful dream".

But Zuo Bai couldn't feel "beautiful" at all; instead, she felt a deep weariness and inexplicable fear.

The root of the problem lies in the fact that in the dream, it wasn't that he actively wanted to torture the other person, but rather that the person being tortured was repeatedly and coldly commanding him to inflict pain.

"Zuo Bai, shock me again."

"Zuo Bai, shock me again."

"Zuo Bai, shock me again."

"..."

He heard that phrase over and over again all night, to the point that his ears were still ringing when he woke up, as if he were experiencing lingering auditory hallucinations.

terrible! ! !

(End of this chapter)