Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 704 The Goal Is Not So Simple

Heavy breathing came from beneath the iron claw mask. With a backhand swing, an invisible vibrational blade sliced ​​through the air like lightning, precisely catching up with the rebounding silver particles.

"Crack-!"

A crisp, short popping sound.

The silver particles tried to evade, but ultimately failed to completely avoid it.

The moment it was struck by the wave blade, the particle suddenly lit up, bursting into a small ball of blue-white electric sparks. It immediately split open neatly, revealing the hair-thin energy conduits, the meter-scale crystal array, and the still-flickering chip inside.

The iron claw slowly turned around, its heavy boot soles grinding through the debris on the ground.

He faced the direction of the Shadow Scorpion, his arms seemingly hanging loosely, but the exoskeleton at his knuckles made a "crackling" sound, indicating that the internal pressure mechanism was storing energy.

Immediately, ten gleaming alloy blades—more like metallic claws with a murderous aesthetic—emerged from his hands, and the high-frequency vibrating buzzing sound became even sharper and more piercing.

He sneered, his voice carrying a metallic quality as it came through the filter of his mask:

"You worm who only knows how to hide behind illusions, why don't you put away these tricks and face me head-on? I'll tear your scorpion tail off piece by piece and stuff it into your ass!"

When Shadow Scorpion saw that one of its precious Phantom Worker Bees had been destroyed, a terrifying killing intent instantly erupted from its body, and the temperature inside the entire gas station seemed to drop several degrees.

He held back, flicking his wrist, and dozens of silver particles shot out from the gaps in his armor all over his body, creating a faint whooshing sound.

In an instant, the dilapidated interior of the gas station became bizarre and dazzling with light and shadow.

Dozens of "Shadow Scorpions" suddenly appeared in the originally dim space.

Each one is incredibly lifelike, not only in appearance, but also in subtle movements, defensive postures, and even the coldness and vigilance revealed through the eye holes in the mask.

Some leaned forward, their hand armor spewing out energy daggers; others lowered their center of gravity, their scorpion-tail-like mechanical appendages swinging nimbly behind them; still others moved sideways, their steps light and agile…

Dozens of phantoms, each with a different movement, subtly surrounded the iron claw at the center, forming a death maze that was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

These phantom worker bees are far from simple optical projections.

Each particle contains a highly customized artificial intelligence core, capable of simulating the attack patterns, impact feedback, and even energy fluctuations of the main body (Shadow Scorpion) almost 100%, creating a battlefield that is truly indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"Come on, you fool! Find my true form!"

Dozens of shadow scorpions spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping and creating a dizzying three-dimensional echo in the room.

Iron Claw surveyed its surroundings, now completely encircled, and let out a disdainful snort, showing no sign of being intimidated by the situation.

He suddenly sprang up from the spot, his movements as swift as a leopard. The exoskeleton armor on his back made a series of crisp "click-click-click" sounds as it opened, protruding four pairs of eight thick, multi-jointed mechanical limbs.

The end is equipped with a sharp probe, a high-speed rotating miniature cutting wheel, or a suction cup with strong suction force.

This instantly transformed him into a steel eight-legged spider full of cutting-edge technology, easily hanging upside down on the ceiling steel beams covered with cobwebs, dust, and rust.

Its eight appendages spread wide, covering a much wider attack range than when it was standing, their cold metallic gleam shimmering in the dim light.

Tensions are high, and a major battle is imminent!
However, in this tense corner, the two figures, both wearing white masks, didn't even lift their eyelids, continuing to busy themselves with their own affairs.

A man sat on a dilapidated chair with only its metal frame remaining, wiping a strangely shaped long-barreled rifle.

The rifle's barrel was wrapped with energy conduits that emitted a faint blue light, as if liquid energy was slowly flowing within them.

His armor was a slightly darker color than the others, a dull, dark gray. There were two closed box-like structures on his shoulder armor, like two silent bulges, concealing some kind of destructive power.

He is Fire Raven, the team's ranged firepower specialist.

The other one was leaning against a relatively clean corner, arms crossed, helmet drooping slightly, seemingly taking a nap.

His armor was the heaviest in the entire squad, with prominent reinforcing ribs and additional hydraulic rods at the joints, and a slightly recessed dark red energy core embedded in the outer side of each arm.

It was also the tallest and most robust, sitting there like a giant door panel that could withstand any impact.

He is the fortress, the undisputed front-line tank and meat shield of the squad.

Clearly, they were already accustomed to the team's use of violence as the primary "communication" language.

"Enough, all of you, calm down. This mission objective isn't that simple."

A dull, metallic sound came from the corner, emanating from the last white mask.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, shattering the almost solidified killing intent between the iron claw and the shadow scorpion.

Unlike the masks that neatly cover the entire face of others, his pale white mask hangs at an angle on his head in a rather unique way.

Only the right half of her face was completely covered, while the left side was fully exposed, revealing skin with a strange mercury-like texture that was smooth and poreless.

The blood vessels beneath the skin do not have the color that a normal human would have, which is extremely bizarre.

Upon hearing his voice, Iron Claw and Shadow Scorpion, who had been filled with murderous intent and wished they could tear each other to shreds, froze for a moment and then stopped reflexively without the slightest hesitation.

Iron Claw swiftly retracted its menacing mechanical appendages, its ingenious structure folding back into the armor. Its body landed lightly from the ceiling, standing upright, facing the direction of the captain, bowing its head and concealing its arrogance.

With a gesture, Shadow Scorpion caused dozens of indistinguishable clones to vanish instantly, returning to particles and flying back into his body, as if the delete key had been pressed.

Even the Fire Raven and the Fortress, who had been acting as if it were none of their business, immediately changed their relaxed demeanor.

Fireraven quickly slung the cleaned rifle behind his back, locking it with a "click," and stood as straight as a javelin.

The fortress lowered its arms, its heavy metal hands hanging at its sides, fingers together in a gesture of respect.

Although the white masks completely concealed their expressions, the genuine awe and obedience they exuded were undeniable.

The four of them spoke in unison, standing upright like strictly trained elementary school students, their voices carrying a barely perceptible tension:

"team leader."

Fire Crow was the first to ask:

"Captain, he's just a prison guard... Is there something wrong with him? The orders the officers gave us didn't mention anything special we need to be careful about."

Fire Raven's voice was filled with confusion, and it also voiced the questions that were on the minds of the others.

Such a large-scale mobilization, deploying their special operations team from the Hidden Sect to deal with a guard from an ordinary prison, does indeed seem like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. All four men's eyes were now focused on their half-masked captain.

Only then did the captain fully reveal his figure.

Compared to the other four, who averaged nearly 2 meters tall and whose physiques were accentuated by their exoskeleton armor, his figure appeared extremely... petite and delicate.

Even with his obviously custom-made exoskeleton armor, he looked no taller than 1.4 meters.

This is the height after wearing the armor; it's hard to imagine how tall the actual body would be if this "outer shell" were removed.

It really gives off a primary school student vibe.

But within this petite body lies a majesty and power completely disproportionate to its size.

He slowly stepped forward from the shadows, a thin smile curving his exposed lip, his voice utterly hoarse:
"A bunch of idiots, use your rusty brains and think about it. If this mission were really that simple, and there were such good things as relaxing outside the Hidden Gate, why would it be our team's turn?"
Isn't that always a perk of the baby-faced team?

Before the others could finish processing what he said, the captain let out another cold laugh:
"I used my privileges to secretly check the records of Babyface and his team's recent visits to the Hidden Gate."

Their "relaxation" this time was unusually long, far exceeding the normal rest period.

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the masks of his four subordinates, and said, word by word:

"If I'm not mistaken, Babyface and the others should have already perished outside."

"what?"

"How can this be?"

The four white-masked figures were instantly stunned, but their long-term training and absolute respect for their captain prevented any of them from daring to question the veracity of the judgment.

"The captain means..."

Iron Claw's voice trembled slightly, his previous rage and arrogance vanished without a trace.

The captain nodded slowly, his tone grave:
"That's what I mean. Although the Babyface Squad is slightly weaker overall, they are by no means mediocre."

Even the baby-faced guys have fallen for it, do you still think this target is a pushover?

In short, everyone must be on high alert and strictly follow the plan. If anyone is careless and things go wrong, they could die out there...

The captain's gaze lingered on Iron Claw and Shadow Scorpion for a moment.
"At that time, Captain, I'll have no choice but to take your corpses back with me."

Iron Claw and Shadow Scorpion immediately felt a chill surge up their spines and tailbone, reaching the back of their heads.

As white-masked people, they were used to death and were not particularly afraid of it.

But whenever he thinks about becoming the captain's collectible after he dies, he can't help but shudder and his scalp tingles.

Seeing that the team members had all abandoned their dismissive attitude, the captain glanced at everyone again before saying in a cold voice:

"The commander's explicit order is to capture the target alive. However, given the potential dangers the target may pose, I allow you to act with complete freedom and without hesitation when encountering resistance."

Taking the body back is the same thing!

Unauthorized modification of tasks clearly defined by superiors is a major taboo for subordinates.

The previous team with the baby-faced white masks would never have done this, but the current team's "elementary school student" captain, who is also wearing white masks, completely disregards these rules.

In his dictionary, obedience is selective.

As soon as the words were spoken, the tense atmosphere in the room seemed to ease. Almost simultaneously, several people wearing white masks burst into unrestrained laughter, filled with disregard for rules and anticipation of the impending killing.

.......
"What's going on? Why isn't the door open yet?!"

Zhao Lu raised his head, his brows furrowed, and waved his hand forcefully several times at the dark surveillance camera above the gate.

He was clutching the dark blue work badge with the emblem of the Executive Yuan so tightly in his hand that it was almost deformed from his grip. He wished he could shove the badge directly into the camera lens so that the person inside could clearly see the emblem that symbolized power.

The credentials they held belonged to the "Motors Department of the Executive Government".

Judging from the documents themselves, they are genuine and there is no fakery involved.

Given Du Changle's connections within the government and his adept social skills, borrowing a few of these documents on short notice would be incredibly easy.

The so-called Mobility Department, as the name suggests, has a functional scope that is quite similar to that of the Maintenance Department.

It is also a department with extremely vague definition of authority and highly flexible boundaries. It has no clear and fixed jurisdiction and seems to be invisible on weekdays, not specifically responsible for anything.

But when there is an unexpected event or some sensitive matter that needs to be handled, it seems to be omnipotent, able to get involved and ask questions everywhere.

It's somewhat like an all-powerful organization that specializes in "cleaning up messes" and "putting out fires everywhere," with power that can be either infinitely large or infinitely small.

As for whether power is great or small, that depends on the specific circumstances, as there are too many factors involved.

However, in most cases, the tiger skin of the Mobile Department was more than enough and very effective in intimidating lower-level officials and local agencies.

It often produces remarkable results, especially when dealing with minor figures of low rank and limited knowledge.

Strictly speaking, Feng Mu wasn't even a formally employed official within the government system, so Zhao Lu thought that the name of the Mobile Department was enough to make this lowly prison guard obediently cooperate... right?

Then!!!

A minute passed, and the iron gate remained unresponsive.

Two minutes passed, and Zhao Lu's brows were tightly furrowed.

Five minutes passed, and the prison gate remained tightly shut, as if welded shut.

Zhao Lu's anger surged, and his face turned ashen from its initial arrogance.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, a heavy, slow sound of a mechanism turning came from inside the iron gate, and it finally slid open a narrow gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Seeing this, Zhao Lu angrily tried to go inside, but his colleague behind him gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered:
"Calm down, don't forget what the officer told you before he came out."

"Attitude, pay attention to your attitude. Be friendly first. As long as you can bring the person back safely and the mission is accomplished, you can vent your anger however you want afterward."

(End of this chapter)