Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 703 Guiding Light!!!

The heavy solid wood door of the office closed gently behind Feng Mu, and all the rich expressions on his face receded like the tide, leaving only a bottomless calm.

He then took his phone out of his pocket, quickly swiped his finger across the screen, found a number, and pressed the call button.

He certainly had to make that call, but the purpose was definitely not to verify the situation.

He knew the truth perfectly well; the phone call was just a ploy to make the act convincing, to polish every detail to be flawless.

After all, sitting inside the door was Li Xiang, the universally acknowledged detective of the Ninth District.

They might investigate the call afterward to find out who he actually called.

Inside the door, Li Xiang was indeed not idle; his brain was working at a rapid pace.

His primary suspicion was that Feng Mu would call Qin Liang or Bai Ye to verify the situation, so the purpose of that call was easy to understand.

Of course, there is another possibility: that Feng Mu did not call these two people, but instead called a third person, in which case the purpose of the call would be quite intriguing.

There's a high probability that the person behind this phone call is...
"So, Feng Mu, who will you call?"

Various thoughts raced through Li Xiang's mind, but he did not choose to eavesdrop through the door.

He simply glanced at the time on his phone, noted it down, and planned to have someone check Feng Mu's call records when he got back to the station.

To be fair, Li Xiang's investigations were not necessarily motivated by malicious intent to harm Feng Mu.

On the contrary, he now values ​​Feng Mu's friendship more than ever before, especially after visiting the Second Prison today.

He did these things mainly because he wanted to hold onto more secrets; it was his lack of security that was at play.

It's like you have a good friend, and one day you suddenly discover that he has secretly committed murder.

Your first reaction is definitely not to report him, but to be angry that he killed someone and kept it a secret from you.

Then, you secretly discover that your friend didn't commit the murder alone, but rather with other friends.

You'll not only feel angry, but also uneasy.

Oh no, my friends are having group activities and not including me. They've formed their own cliques and have their own little secrets that I don't know about. Am I now an outsider?
Isolation! This is blatant isolation!
Li Xiang's mindset at this moment is not entirely the same as the previous analogy.

Because, in the current situation, he only considers Feng Mu a friend, and the other people Feng Mu hangs out with are definitely not just playmates, but... certain important figures.

Instantly, you become even angrier and more uneasy!
Outside the door, Feng Mu spoke concisely into his phone, giving a brief report; the call was short.

However, the content of the phone call was different from what Li Xiang had expected; the call made no mention of the explosion.

"Yes, Madam, Wang Cong just came by. He was very arrogant and his words were provocative."

Judging from his words, he must have already obtained clear support from General Manager Lu, which is why he was so confident and emboldened. He said, "I understand, please rest assured, I will prioritize the overall situation and be patient for now."

"Yes, the renovation of Warden Qian's office is also being expedited; the fish tank and explosion-proof glass will be installed today..."

After reporting to Li Hanyu on the other end of the phone, Feng Mu gently hung up.

Feng Mu did not return to his office immediately. He stood quietly for about half a minute before pushing the door open again.

Li Xiang watched as Feng Mu's face regained its composure, his eyes flickered, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Feng Mu didn't let Li Xiang guess any further and went straight to the point:

"Captain Li, are you willing to believe me?"

Li Xiang was taken aback by the sudden, direct question, but he reacted quickly, immediately standing up from the sofa with a solemn expression:
"Of course, we are good friends, and friends should trust each other."

After spending a lot of time with Feng Mu, Li Xiang also picked up Feng Mu's catchphrases.

Feng Mu smiled, his voice still slightly deep:
"In that case, Captain Li, you should listen to me. Let's leave it at that and not investigate any further."

"That's it?"

Li Xiang's mind raced as he tried to understand the profound meaning behind those four short words.

He opened his mouth, his face showing hesitation and confusion.

"If we don't investigate further, then... then how should this bombing be classified? How should we explain the disappearance of the special envoy? The higher-ups are pressing us for answers..."

Before Li Xiang could finish speaking, Feng Mu interrupted him decisively:

"Captain Li, trust me! A friend shouldn't harm a friend! Investigating further won't do you any good; it will only drag you into danger!"

Looking into Feng Mu's incredibly sincere eyes, which seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, Li Xiang's heart began to race uncontrollably.

He seemed to understand something, and sighed:
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I won't ask you why, so as not to put you in a difficult position. Just tell me, is this related to the disappearance of the special envoy?"

Feng Mu approached Li Xiang, placed his hands on the other's shoulders, gently pressed him back onto the sofa, and answered with utmost sincerity:

"Captain Li, don't worry. This is just an accident, an unfortunate coincidence."

I assure you, this has absolutely nothing to do with the disappearance of the special envoy.

Li Xiang listened quietly, his gaze meeting Feng Mu's for a few seconds. It was unclear whether he truly believed her, but he spoke as if he did:
"Okay, now that you've said so, I know what to do next."

He stopped exerting force and sat back on the sofa without resistance, following Feng Mu's lead, appearing unusually "obedient." But what he was really thinking was:
"Sure enough, there are too many secrets hidden from me in the Emerald Garden case, and even now, they still choose to keep them from me."

But Feng Mu was able to know this, and he could even give such a certain guarantee that it was 'completely unrelated'!

"Feng Mu must have Madam Li and Councilor Wang behind him. It seems Feng Mu holds a much higher place in the hearts of these important figures than I do."

An indescribable surge of jealousy and anger welled up inside me, but it was quickly replaced by pragmatic thoughts:
"Fine, they don't believe me, they believe Feng Mu, and Feng Mu believes me, so I'll take Feng Mu as my guiding light and believe that he can't do anything wrong."

Actually, Li Xiang wasn't someone who could be easily persuaded by Feng Mu's few words. As a detective, he was also quite suspicious.

But he couldn't help it; from the moment he stepped into the Second Prison, he had already fallen completely into Feng Mu's trap.

Feng Mu may have only said a few words to him, but in reality, every scene he heard and saw in the Second Prison today was carefully designed by Feng Mu.

Just as he deliberately prepared the atmosphere for a friendly conversation with Feng Mu, Feng Mu also quietly prepared everything for a friendly conversation with him.

at the same time.

Outside the gates of the Second Prison, a black sedan came to a steady stop beyond the police cordon. The car door opened, and two men in well-tailored black suits stepped out.

They stopped and looked up at the surveillance camera high above the prison gate. One of them raised his hand and waved casually and confidently at the camera, as if to say:
"We've arrived! Open the door quickly!"

....
Outside the high walls of the Second Prison, about a kilometer away in a straight line, lies a gas station that has been abandoned for many years.

The paint was peeling off, revealing the gray cement wall underneath. Several gas pumps stood crookedly like steel skeletons with their internal organs drained.

The rooftop sign has long since disappeared, leaving only a few rusted iron frames; the glass in the doors and windows is shattered, with only jagged edges remaining.

Dust slowly floated and sank in the beam of light streaming in through the broken window. Under the light were abandoned shelves and collapsed counters, everything covered in a thick layer of dust.

But beneath this dilapidated appearance lies an extreme sense of technology that is completely out of place with its surroundings.

Five pairs of eyes, or rather, five sensor arrays covered in sophisticated armor, stared coldly at the distant prison gates, like the compound eyes of a viper.

Completely encased in matte black, full-body exoskeleton armor, they resembled killing machines from a futuristic battlefield, some sitting, some standing, scattered in the shadowy corners of the room.

The armor has sharp lines and complex hydraulic transmission structures at the joints. Subtle energy streams appear and disappear at the seams of the armor, emitting an almost inaudible hum.

In the sky, a sparrow was hovering above the Second Prison with an unusually stable trajectory.

Its feather color and flight posture are no different from those of a real sparrow, and it even occasionally preens its feathers.
But upon closer inspection, one will find that its tiny, bean-sized eyes are shimmering with an extremely faint, unnatural, ghostly blue light.

It is looking down at the vehicles that have just stopped in front of the prison gate below, transmitting the images in real time back to the abandoned gas station a kilometer away.

Inside the room, four of the five people had their faces covered with stark white masks.

Inside the room, one of the men, wearing a white mask and with a burly build, was sitting on a discarded tire.

One of his pupils emitted a halo of light, which intertwined and condensed in the air in front of him, eventually forming a clear holographic projection.

The footage shows the live view in front of the No. 2 prison gate, where even the fine dust kicked up by vehicles is clearly visible.

One of the unused eyes darted around impatiently under the mask.

The sound emanating from beneath the mask had a metallic, friction-like quality:

"Tch, a mere prison guard, isn't the superior being a bit too cautious? Why go through all that trouble to trick him out?"

We can just storm in and drag him out within three minutes. Who can stop us? There's no need for all this trouble..."

Before he could finish speaking, the white-masked man leaning against the broken concrete pillar let out a sneer, his voice sharp and sarcastic:

"Iron Claw, if you don't have a brain, just shut your mouth and don't expose your pathetic IQ."

"Shadow Scorpion, who are you calling brainless?!"

Iron Claw suddenly turned its head, the projection in its eyes dissipated, and in its place was a violent killing intent that could be felt even through the mask.

"Hey—!"

The air seemed to be instantly cleaved by something extremely sharp, emitting a high-frequency vibrating buzz.

It was a high-frequency vibrating alloy blade that was ejected from the arm armor of the iron claw.

The blade vibrated, and the surrounding air shattered like a mirror, cracking and distorting the light within it.

The white-masked man standing behind Iron Claw didn't even have time to react before his head was pierced through by the vibrating blade with a soft "splat" as if sliced ​​through butter by a hot knife.

A bright red spray of blood, mixed with some white, gooey substance, suddenly shot out from the wound and splattered onto the dusty ground.

The white-masked man, whose skull had been pierced, stiffened for a moment before collapsing limply forward.

"I'm talking about you, Iron Claw! You forgetful idiot!"

A mocking, cruel laugh suddenly came from another dark corner of the room.

Almost at the same time the sound rang out, there was a sharp "whoosh" sound as it cut through the air.

A dark shadow, like a scorpion that had been lying in wait for a long time, flung out its deadly stinger, tearing through the air with a stench, and lashed out at the side of Iron Claw's masked head.

It was a mechanical scorpion tail that gleamed with a dark metallic luster and had a sharp barb at the tip. The barb sliced ​​through the air, producing a teeth-grinding shriek.

At the critical moment!
Iron Claw displayed astonishing reaction speed that belied his massive physique. He jerked his head to the other side, and the deadly poison hook grazed his mask, leaving a fine scratch on its hard surface.

At the same time, he flipped his hand over, and several more high-frequency vibrating alloy blades popped out from the back of his hand. These blades were no longer just an inch long, but half a foot long, gleaming with a chilling light.

"Qiang——!"

The sharp sound of metal clashing rang out!
His five finger blades, which he extended, precisely blocked the deadly attack that resembled a scorpion's tail hook. The point of impact exploded with a burst of dazzling sparks, and the powerful impact caused the iron claw's hand to tremble slightly.

The scorpion's stinger was deflected and deflected, then spun nimbly in the air before being flung to the other side of the room.

There, the dust seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible force, and a figure slowly emerged from the distorted light.

It is also a full-coverage exoskeleton armor, but its design is completely different from the heavy and powerful feel of Iron Claw.

His armor lines are more slender and eerie, with multi-directional spherical structures at the joints, and a two-meter-long, interlocking mechanical scorpion tail hook connected to his back.

The whole person looked like an upright, deadly mechanical scorpion.

He is "Shadow Scorpion".

"Shadow Scorpion" nimbly flicked its mechanical tail behind it, as if it were an extension of its body.

He stretched out his palm and slightly beckoned to the white-masked figure who had just been "headshot" by the iron claw.

The next moment, the figure with blood spurting from its head, pierced through, began to flicker and distort violently, like a holographic projection with a poor signal. Then, with a soft "pop," it abruptly disappeared into the air.

Only a tiny, shimmering silver particle, about the size of a grain of rice, flew toward the Shadow Scorpion as if attracted by a magnet.

"You're not convinced that you're brainless."

Shadow Scorpion's voice carried a teasing quality, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Even my phantom worker bees can't tell the difference. If I gave you a chance to ambush me, you'd never find my real body. If I had wanted to, the dark corrosive agent on the hook would have been enough to turn your head into a puddle of boiling mud."

(End of this chapter)