Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 708 Come with me obediently, we're on the same side
The prison guard who tore off the corpse's face was naturally Chen Ya.

Yes, he successfully transitioned from a "dead" prisoner to a prison guard.

This is one of the invisibility benefits of all prison guards wearing masks; it's very difficult to notice if there's an extra or missing guard on a normal day.

Immediately afterwards, two prison guards of similar build to the deceased Zhao Lu and his companions walked up to them.

They first removed the white masks from their faces, revealing two ordinary-looking faces.

It has no distinctive features, no memorable elements, and perfectly fits the definition of a "background".

Then, with extreme care, he picked up the two pieces of human skin that had just been peeled off and covered his face with them as if applying a face mask.

At the seam where the edge of the human skin meets their own face, faint traces can be seen.

But then, a prison guard, also wearing a white mask, but with two cute pigtails sticking out at the back of her head, and with a particularly petite and delicate figure, hopped over.

Her movements were out of place with the atmosphere, exuding a kind of innocent yet eerie charm.

"A female prison guard?!"

Chang Erbing felt that his bottom line of cognition had been refreshed once again, and he was speechless.

The prison guard with the pigtails stretched out his slender fingers, pressing here and pinching there, his fingertips wandering over the junction of the human skin and face, as if he were kneading a lump of clay.

As she adjusted herself, she muttered something in a low voice:
"Here, push the cheekbone up a little more... Yes, that's it."

"The jawline isn't close enough; it needs to be slightly fixed with bio-adhesive..."

"The corners of the eyes, pay attention to the creases at the inner corners of the eyes..."

As she spoke, she took out a paintbrush, dipped it in special paint, and used it to simulate the subtle blemishes and blood vessel marks on the original owner's skin on the human skin mask.

In just over ten minutes, when the prison guard with pigtails took a step back, Chang Erbing could hardly believe his eyes.

Zhao Lu and another member of the Mobile Department, who had just died in front of him, had miraculously "come back to life"!

Chang Erbing stared in disbelief, feeling his face tighten and a chill run down his spine.

He subconsciously touched his face, as if even this thin layer of skin had become unreliable.

Even though he kept telling himself that Feng Mu was Captain Li's friend and also his friend, a deep chill and horror still welled up in his heart.

"Wow, my friend! That's awesome!!!"

Chang Erbing murmured to himself:

"You've not only trained a group of lunatics like yourself, but a group of lunatics with extraordinary skills."

Five minutes later, the two primitive corpses, their faces and clothes stripped off, and completely rendered worthless, were stuffed into the incinerator.

The heavy furnace door slammed shut with a "bang," followed by a low gust of air and the sound of ignition.

At the same time, the iron gate of the second prison opened slowly with a low hum.

"Zhao Lu" and another "colleague from the Mobile Department" straightened their slightly wrinkled clothes and walked out quickly with the same gait as when they arrived.

"Zhao Lu" glanced back at the dark surveillance camera above the gate.

The two then walked to the official vehicle parked not far away, opened the door, and got in.

The engine started, the vehicle let out a low growl, and smoothly drove away from the entrance of the Second Prison, heading back along the road it had come from. Soon it became a small black dot in the surveillance camera's view and disappeared into the distance.

In the air, the gray-brown sparrow folded its wings and swooped down towards the road below, its beady black eyes darting around rapidly until they locked onto the windshield of a government vehicle traveling below.

Inside an abandoned gas station.

The holographic image of the car's interior was projected into Iron Claw's eyes, and it said:

"No mission target was found. It seems that Feng Mu was not tricked out."

Shadow Scorpion leaned against the rusty oil pump and let out a sneer:
"Hmph, if they could really trick people into going back, the commander wouldn't have sent us. There was no need to have any expectations for these two small fry in the first place."

"You're right, Captain?"

The captain did not respond to Shadow Scorpion's question, his gaze fixed on the projection in the air.

After a moment of silence, he gave the order:

"Iron Claw, go and bring these two men here. I have questions for them."

Iron Claw didn't know what was so interesting about asking, but he immediately did as instructed.

"Yes!"

Before the words were finished, four pairs of sturdy mechanical limbs suddenly shot out with a crisp "clang," their sharp ends piercing the concrete ground beneath their feet.

The hydraulic device emitted a short, sharp pressurizing sound, and a powerful thrust erupted instantly.

Iron Claw, like an enraged steel spider, sprang out of the shattered window, his figure flashing through the air in a few leaps, covering a distance of dozens of meters.

Shadow Scorpion brushed the dust off the air and cautiously asked the captain:

"Captain, is there something wrong with those two good-for-nothings?"

Shadow Scorpion knows his captain well; he never does anything meaningless.

The captain did not answer, but his eyes grew increasingly deep and unfathomable.

On the road, the black sedan's engine roared as it floored the accelerator.

Suddenly, [Zhao Lu]'s expression changed drastically as he glanced at the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, a white shadow was rapidly approaching at an astonishing speed through the dust kicked up behind the car.

That thing wasn't running, but rather launching itself in a continuous, violent scramble, looking just like a giant white spider!
"what?"

[Zhao Lu]'s pupils contracted, and he cried out in surprise.

Upon hearing the sound, the colleague sitting in the passenger seat turned his head sharply and looked back through the side window.

The moment he turned his head, the white shadow had already caught up with the car.

The figure suddenly paused, then leaped high into the air, drawing a powerful white arc in the air, flying more than twenty meters before crashing into the front of the car.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion occurred!

The entire front of the car twisted and collapsed instantly, the hood popped up like a crumpled piece of paper, and the parts inside made a piercing cracking sound.

The powerful impact caused the rear of the car to suddenly bounce upwards, almost standing upright, before crashing heavily back to the ground. The tires screeched as they rubbed against the road, emitting puffs of smoke.

The airbags inside the car deployed instantly, but the huge shock still made the two people inside feel as if their internal organs had been displaced, they saw stars, and their ears were ringing.

Before they could recover from the sudden attack, a tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound pierced their eardrums.

"Hiss-!"

The driver's side door was torn apart as if it were made of paper, and the heavy metal door panel twisted and spun as it flew towards the roadside bushes.

Immediately afterwards, a mechanical arm resembling a spider's limb brutally reached in and grabbed directly at [Zhao Lu] in the driver's seat.

"who are you?"

[Zhao Lu] suppressed his dizziness and fear, roared, and instinctively blocked the mechanical arm that grabbed him with one hand, while quickly reaching for the standard pistol in his arms with the other.

"Snap—Sizzle—" Both arms were torn off at the root, and blood gushed out like bursting water pipes, instantly turning the car interior a glaring scarlet.

Warm liquid splashed all over the windshield and dashboard, and also splattered all over the face and head of the passenger in the front seat.

"Ahhhh——!"

[Zhao Lu] let out a shrill, inhuman scream.

"Don't resist, just come with me, we're on the same side!"

Through the mask, the iron claws spoke with a mocking and cruel pleasure.

[Zhao Lu] screamed in pain, his mind buzzing: "???"

own people?
What do you mean by "our own people"?

Is this how your family treats its own people?

Besides, who's on your side?!

In Iron Claw's eyes, they and Zhao Lu were people sent by their superiors one after the other. Although Zhao Lu was unaware of their existence, they could indeed be considered as his own people.

But this is indeed how Iron Claw treats his own people, and he thinks he has been very gentle.

After all, the captain only wanted to take them back for questioning; he didn't say they had to be whole. Wasn't it enough to leave them with mouths that could still speak?!

[Zhao Lu] had his arms torn off, and in excruciating pain, he slammed his bloodied forehead against the mask of the Iron Claw.

The colleague in the passenger seat had a little more time to adjust because of [Zhao Lu].

The horrific scene before him chilled him to the bone, but he still managed to pull a pistol from his pocket with trembling hands.

Iron Claw glanced at him, letting out a disdainful snort, too lazy to even make a move to stop him:

"Don't bring out such outdated toys to make people laugh."

The colleague in the passenger seat felt a chill run down his spine. His lips trembled with fear, but a resolute ruthlessness flashed deep in his eyes.

Iron Claw didn't even try to dodge. With that exoskeleton armor he was wearing, it would be a miracle if any pistol bullet could even scratch him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three gunshots were almost in a row.

At such close range, there's absolutely no way you could miss!

Iron Claw froze, the smile on his lips beneath the mask abruptly vanishing.

Because those three shots weren't aimed at him, but at [Zhao Lu]'s face.

Blood and brain matter exploded as all three shots hit Zhao Lu's face, shattering his entire face and killing him instantly.

The passenger in the front seat didn't know who the enemy was or what their intentions were, but he was determined not to let them capture him alive.

"you dare?!!"

Iron Claw finally reacted and let out a roar of shock and rage.

The mechanical limbs abruptly released Zhao Lu's limp corpse, tearing through the air with a shrill scream, and furiously lunged at the man in the passenger seat.

The man in the passenger seat had bloodshot eyes, revealing a martyr-like madness.

He turned the gun around with lightning speed, pointing it at his own chin.

He used to be a very timid person, afraid of pain and death, and was always bullied.

He is still afraid of pain and death, but he is even more afraid that someone will dig out the secrets of the Second Prison from him, and uncover information that may be detrimental to the minister.

"boom!"

The fourth shot rang out!
The moment he pulled the trigger, the mechanical claw struck his wrist as he gripped the gun.

"Crack!"

His wrist bone fractured instantly, the pistol flew out of his hand, spun around, and smashed into the car window behind him, sending spiderweb-like cracks through the glass.

The bullet grazed his earlobe, and the scorching air shattered half of his ear, leaving it bleeding profusely.

When the man in the passenger seat saw that his suicide attempt had failed, an unusual look of panic appeared on his face, and then he clenched his teeth tightly.

"asshole!!!"

Iron Claw's eyes widened in horror. He had never seen such a resolute and unconventional "weakling" before!
Two robotic arms shot out like lightning, instantly piercing through the passenger's shoulders. The immense force propelled the passenger's body, slamming it violently into the already shaky car door.

The car door was smashed open, and the iron claw gripped the passenger's body, sending both of them flying backward like cannonballs.

"Pfft!"

The passenger's body slammed heavily onto the hard, cold road, leaving a long trail of blood as it scraped the ground, and the back of his clothes were torn.

He felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart, and excruciating pain was emanating from every part of his body.

Iron Claw, like a giant white spider, lay sprawled on the chest of the passenger, the immense pressure nearly suffocating the latter, his ribs groaning under the strain.

A cold, iron hand gripped the other person's jaw tightly, the immense force almost crushing the jawbone.

"Open your mouth! Open your mouth! Open your mouth right now!!"

The iron claws roared madly, their fingers tightening.

The man's mouth was squeezed until it was bloody and mangled, and his teeth shattered under the immense pressure.

He coughed violently, coughing up a mixture of blood and saliva, spitting out a mouthful of broken teeth, and... a bloody tongue, still emitting indistinct laughter.

Iron Claw looked at the weak man he was trampling under his feet, and then at the man's crazed and ferocious smile, and became even more furious.

He had never seen such a weak yet so fiercely courageous man!
His barren mind simply couldn't understand why.
"What are you doing? I already told you we're on the same side, you bastard, you bastard aaaaah—"

With a furious roar, Iron Claw grabbed the passenger's blood-stained head with one hand, and the mechanical limbs on its back pushed off the ground again. With a few leaps, it sprinted back towards the abandoned gas station.

Iron Claw roughly threw the man it was carrying to the ground with a dull thud.

The man convulsed uncontrollably from the excruciating pain, making a hoarse, bellowing sound in his throat, while blood and saliva continued to seep from his severed tongue.

There was a brief silence.

Shadow Scorpion crossed his arms and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Let me see...tsk tsk, a half-dead piece of trash who can't even speak? What a... fruitful result."

Iron Claw's chest heaved violently, his armored fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he ultimately didn't dare to lash out in front of the captain, only managing to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"Shut your filthy mouth, Shadow Scorpion!"

However, what made Iron Claw even more uneasy than Shadow Scorpion's mockery was the icy, almost tangible gaze coming from directly in front of him.

The captain spoke, his voice low:
"This is the person you brought back for me?"

He paused slightly, which almost made Iron Claw's heart skip a beat.

"I meant, how many people should I bring back?"

Iron Claw felt a chill run down his spine, and his first instinct was to argue—the other one was already dead, shot in the head by his own men, how can you blame me?!

He opened his mouth, and his lips under the mask moved slightly.

However, just as the words were about to leave his mouth, he had a rare flash of inspiration, and his intelligence briefly took over.

(End of this chapter)