Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 707 I haven't given my last words yet!

Upon hearing the word "member of parliament," Feng Mu's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

What flashed through her mind was not Wang Xinfa's imposing, square face, but rather a face that always wore a warm, Buddha-like smile—Du Changle.

Could it be Du Chang Le?

A thought silently crossed Feng Mu's mind.

Almost simultaneously, Li Xiang, who was standing to the side and behind, clearly caught the words "Councilor Wang" and his face was instantly covered with huge astonishment.

He looked at the two mobile unit personnel, and the initial apprehension in his eyes was quickly replaced by surging suspicion.

From his perspective, Feng Mu was a trusted "insider" of Councilor Wang because of Madam Li, and even held a higher position in the circle than him.

If these two people from the Mobile Department were sent by Councilor Wang, why would they have such an attitude and be so aggressive?

"This person is lying. Could it be... that Feng Mu wasn't just making things up? Are these two really not from the Mobile Department?"

Li Xiang's mind raced as he tried to unravel this complex relationship.

Chaotic doubts surged like a tidal wave crashing against a dam. If Li Xiang had been given a little more time, he might have been able to untangle this mess. Unfortunately, time waits for no one.

Zhao Lu was on the verge of death, barely breathing and about to pass out.

Most importantly, Feng Mu turned to look at him again.

Without a word, Li Xiang understood the meaning in those eyes, as if a voice were resounding directly in his mind:

"I was about to accept your 'kindness,' so why are you hesitating now?"

"Do it!!"

next moment.

A crisp snapping sound.

Feng Mu clenched his fingers tightly, then released his grip, and Zhao Lu's body fell limply to the ground like a lump of mud, making a dull thud.

His eyes bulged out, almost popping out of their sockets, frozen in the fear and disbelief of his last moments.

It was as if, until his consciousness sank into eternal darkness, he could not believe that he would die in this way in the Second Prison, at the hands of a mere Feng Mu.

Zhao Lu: "!!!!" I didn't even have time to say my last words.

Another member of the mobile unit, his lips trembling violently, pointed at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Feng Mu, his voice shaking uncontrollably:
"Feng Mu...you...you...you really killed him?! You actually dared to kill him?!"

Li Xiang's heart seemed to stop for a moment with the sound of bones cracking, and his mind went blank for a brief period.

He's dead... really dead... right in front of him... there's no turning back...

Feng Mu did not press Li Xiang. Seeing that Li Xiang was stunned and motionless, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed at another person from the Mobile Department.

The movements were slow, yet they exuded a sense of oppressive dread, as if death itself were claiming lives.

"Ah!!! I'll fight you to the death!!"

When the personnel from the mobile unit saw Feng Mu reach out to grab again, their taut nerves finally broke down completely. Their extreme fear turned into desperate madness. They let out a roar, opened their arms, and pounced on Feng Mu without regard for anything else.

The roar was like a thunderclap, jolting Li Xiang awake from his brief lapse.

In a flash, Li Xiang didn't have time to think about any consequences. Almost instinctively, he drew his sidearm from his waist, straightened his arm, aimed at the figure rushing towards Feng Mu, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Amidst the flashes of gunfire, the bullets struck their targets with pinpoint accuracy.

On the ground, another corpse, still twitching slightly, appeared in an instant.

Warm blood gushed from the new bullet holes in his forehead and chest, leaving a glaring dark red trail on the ground.

The office was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood.

Li Xiang gripped the pistol tightly in his hand, the muzzle slightly lowered. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He forced himself to look up at Feng Mu, forcing a fierce smile onto his face, and said in a hoarse voice:

"We agreed that I would kill one for you, so how could you take the initiative?"

Feng Mu stared intently at Li Xiang for a moment, then burst into laughter:
"Hahaha! It's my fault, I couldn't control myself, it's my fault, it's my fault!"

He stepped forward, casually patted Li Xiang's shoulder on the shoulder of the hand holding the gun, and sincerely praised him:
"But no matter how fast I am, it's useless. Captain Li's bullets are truly fast, ruthless, and accurate! Captain Li's marksmanship is amazing!!"

As he spoke, Feng Mu gave Li Xiang a firm thumbs-up.

Meanwhile, several masked prison guards worked in pairs to lift the two bodies off the ground, while the remaining guards quickly took out cleaning tools, skillfully sprayed disinfectant, wiped away the bloodstains, and cleaned up the dirt on the ground.

Their movements were so skillful and their coordination so perfect, it was as if they had rehearsed countless times. Watching this, Li Xiang's eyes twitched slightly, and his heart felt even colder.

Li Xiang took a few deep breaths, looked at Chang Erbing who was still frozen in place, and snapped at him impatiently:

"Don't just stand there and watch, go and help out. When it comes to professional body disposal, we still have to see the professional skills of our police station!"

Feng Mu understood Li Xiang's meaning, and he smiled as he said to Chang Erbing:
"Then I'll trouble Brother Erbing to guide our work in the Second Prison. Please feel free to offer any professional suggestions you may have."

Startled by Li Xiang's shout, Chang Erbing snapped out of his daze and followed several prison guards out of the office, his steps unsteady.

Soon, a prison guard brought over clean, damp towels.

Feng Mu took it, but instead of using it himself, he handed it to Li Xiang, whose expression was not good, and said gently:
"Captain Li, you've worked hard. Wipe your hands."

Li Xiang put away his gun, took the wet wipe and hastily dried his hands. His heart was in turmoil, far from the calm he appeared to be.

He looked at Feng Mu and said in a deep voice:

"Two members of the Mobile Division have died. This has really escalated. Feng Mu, what's our next step? Do you have a plan?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Mu shrugged indifferently and asked in return:

"What Mobile Unit? Captain Li, I don't understand what you're talking about. Didn't I already say they're fake, imposters? Don't you believe me?"

Li Xiang: "..."

Looking at Feng Mu's sincere expression, he was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing Li Xiang's "Are you kidding me?" expression, Feng Mu stopped keeping him in suspense.

He reached into his ear, took out an extremely delicate miniature earphone, and casually tossed it onto his desk with a soft "click".

Almost simultaneously, the office door was pushed open again, and Liu Yi, clutching the two cell phones, strode in.

He first nodded slightly to Feng Mu, then turned his gaze to Li Xiang.

Feng Mu raised his chin at Liu Yi: "Explain to Captain Li what exactly happened with those two people?"

Liu Yi understood and handed the two cell phones to Li Xiang, while briefly reporting:

"Captain Li, we have cracked and analyzed all the information in these two phones, and we can basically confirm that the direct superior of these two people is undoubtedly Du Changle."

Li Xiang took the phone, but before he could examine it closely, he abruptly looked up and said:

“Du Changle? I know this person. Isn’t he also Councilor Wang’s confidant? How could he…”

Feng Mu took over the conversation at the opportune moment, his tone becoming somewhat somber:
“That’s right, so what that person said—that we all work for the councilor and are considered on the same side—wasn’t entirely a lie, but…”

Feng Mu paused for a moment and said quietly:

"But Captain Li, you should also understand that even if you're on the same side, sitting in the same boat, you're not necessarily of one mind."

Sometimes, the knife in your back is the most deadly.

Feng Mu spoke from the heart, and these were his true feelings, but Li Xiang naturally interpreted them differently.

Li Xiang murmured to himself:
"I understand, it's infighting among the members of the councilor's staff."

Feng Mu patted Li Xiang on the shoulder again and said:
"Du Changle harbors ulterior motives and has been secretly coveting the position of warden of the Second Prison. However, he is good at disguising himself, and Madam is not willing to really break ties with him. Unexpectedly, he has set his sights on me."

Li Xiang nodded repeatedly as he listened, finally learning some important inside information or secrets.

Seeing Li Xiang's expression, Feng Mu knew that the other party had already completed the "logical loop" on his own, so he added:

"Captain Li, you know me. I treat my friends with sincerity and I hate these kinds of schemes and plots the most, so I don't want to hide these secrets from you either."

Next, Councilor Wang may engage in fierce battles with other councilors, and his own people will likely fight to the death.

To be honest, even you, my wife, aren't sure you can win. My situation is also quite dangerous, so I can understand if you don't want to get involved.

"Just pretend I killed those two people, it has nothing to do with you. When you get out of the second prison, just keep everything you saw and heard here to yourself, as if it never happened..."

Listening to Feng Mu's sincere words of concern for him, and looking at the cleaned-up traces on the ground, Li Xiang felt a surge of frustration stuck in his chest, unable to swallow or spit it out: "..."

What's the point of saying all this now?!
They've already killed everyone; how can you pretend it has nothing to do with you?
Who knows if there are hidden surveillance cameras in your office?

It has to be said that the detective's intuition is spot on.

In an inconspicuous corner of the office, inside a lampshade, in the gap of a bookshelf, exactly 13 pinhole cameras were hidden, capturing Li Xiang's brave and decisive three shots from different angles.

Li Xiang shook his head and said firmly:
"What are you talking about? We're friends. If you're in danger, of course I'll help you, just like if I were in danger, you would definitely help me, right!"

His words were forceful and resolute, his gaze unwavering and leaving no room for doubt.

He's definitely going to help Feng Mu!

On the one hand, Feng Mu was his "good friend," so if he didn't help his good friend, wouldn't he have helped kill someone for nothing?
On the other hand, it was Li Xiang's firm judgment based on the existing information—that Madam Li would definitely win, and that Du Changle was nothing but a nobody, worthy of fighting against Madam Li.

This person seems to have a bit too much of his own limitations. Doesn't he know that Mrs. Li and Councilor Wang share a bed, and that Qian Huan even calls Councilor Wang "Dad" in public?
On the other side, Chang Erbing followed closely behind several white-masked prison guards, walking forward along the cold corridor, his mind still a mess.

One moment it was the crisp sound of Zhao Lu's throat being crushed, the next it was Li Xiang's resolute gunshots, but most of all it was Feng Mu's ever-smiling face.

Li Xiang asked him to help dispose of the body, and he understood what was in his words.

He did indeed harbor this thought, trying to regain some professional dignity and prove that he was not entirely useless in the potentially rough cleaning work to come.

However, when he actually witnessed the subsequent actions of the prison guards, that last vestige of dignity vanished completely in an instant.

He watched helplessly as the prison guards took out a special solvent he had never seen before; the solvent bottle had a fox-like logo on it.

Then it was sprayed onto the dark red bloodstains that had not yet fully congealed, and the bloodstains, along with the brick seams they had seeped into, faded and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, the oddly shaped ultraviolet irradiator was activated, and the pale blue light swept across the ground and walls, stimulating and removing skin debris that was invisible to the naked eye, as well as tiny aerosols that might be floating in the air.

That wasn't all. Another prison guard took out a precision detector, similar to those used for geological exploration, with a faint red light flashing at the top. It scanned the ground inch by inch to ensure that there wasn't a trace of blood or biological tissue left behind.

Chang Erbing opened his mouth, his throat felt a little dry, but he wisely kept it closed in the end.

He can't offer any guidance; on the contrary, he's the one who needs to stand aside, humbly observe, and even secretly learn.

An indescribable sense of absurdity and frustration gripped him.

Chang Erbing thought to himself:
"This technique is even more professional than our police station's crime scene investigation team..."

Actually, things were fine up to this point. What really surprised Chang Erbing was the huge, heavy industrial incinerator with thick furnace doors and an instrument panel!

The thing stood silently in the corner, its metal casing reflecting a cold light, the feed inlet dark and gaping, waiting to devour everything.

The furnace body is connected to a large exhaust pipe that extends upwards and disappears into the ceiling.

No?

Why would a prison have something like this?!
Chang Erbing's mind went blank; this was completely beyond his understanding of prison facilities.

So, do other prisons also have incinerators?
Chang Erbing had not visited other prisons, so it was not possible to confirm.

"Am I making a big fuss over nothing, or am I just ignorant?" Chang Erbing thought to himself.

While they were still in shock, the two bodies were first lifted onto the cold autopsy table before being pushed into the incinerator.

Then, a prison guard of medium build, also wearing a mask, stepped forward, with a row of thin, specially made needles between his fingers.

Chang Erbing held his breath and stared intently.

He bent down and gently pressed his fingers on Zhao Lu's chin, temples, and hairline, his movements as gentle as a caress.

With an extremely faint "ripping" sound, the skin on Zhao Lu's cheek was completely peeled off from the muscle tissue, as if a mask had been removed.

The process was exceptionally clean and efficient, without the expected bloody and mangled scene, only a thin white film.

Before long, two complete human skin masks were perfectly peeled off the faces of the two corpses. They were as thin as cicada wings and still vaguely retained the facial features of the deceased.

The dough was carefully soaked in a special solution that had been prepared beforehand, undergoing softening and shaping.

Peel off the face?!

What are they trying to do now?!

Moreover, this technique is so professional!

Chang Erbing was amazed, knowing that both of the prison's forensic doctors had been seconded to the police station.

"Who is this guy? With skills like that, he's wasting his talent as a prison guard!"

(End of this chapter)