Chapter 55 Tracking and Counter-tracking, I will take away their black core
Time passes by 1 minute and 1 second.
The lame weirdo has not yet appeared.
Swarthy No. 2 observed Feng Mu pacing back and forth in the dead end, frequently lowering his head to check the time on his phone, and couldn't help but feel irritated and doubtful in his heart.
The waiting time is almost 1 hour.
Did the target come too early, or was the lame weirdo late?
Swarthy No. 2’s brain was not very bright and he couldn’t think of a reason, so he could only lurk in the dark and wait patiently.
Then, he clearly saw that the target suddenly glanced at the phone again, and then his face became visibly ugly, and he looked around in a rather bored manner, as if looking for someone hiding in the dark.
"Stop hiding, come out, he has seen you, he won't come." Feng Mu shouted into the air.
Swarthy No. 2 was stunned. His eyes turned stiffly and his expression became even more demented.
It took half a minute for Dark No. 2 to figure out that the target was probably shouting to him, and the "him" in the other person's mouth meant the crippled weirdo.
“Am I exposed?”
“The mission failed, but I was hiding quietly. I didn’t even play with the ants. How did you find me?”
Swarthy No. 2 is not good at using his brain, but he is very good at lurking and killing people, and has rarely been exposed in the past.
The most important thing is that the lame weirdo noticed him, but he didn't notice the lame weirdo. It was like there was a nest of ants hiding in the hole under his feet, but he didn't notice it, and missed the nest in vain. Like ants, I feel as uncomfortable as ants crawling.
Feng Mu wondered why the stalker from the dark hadn't come out yet. He frowned and continued to shout: "He doesn't want the black core in my hand. If you want it, I'll sell it to you for 400 a piece."
"If you are willing, I will sell everything to you in the future. How about it? If you don't come out, I can leave."
While speaking, Feng Mu opened his handbag and took out the black core he had worked so hard to accumulate. Fang Fang is exposed.
Swarthy No. 2 walked out of the shadowed corner with a dark face, holding an ant stick in his hand and rubbing his fingers back and forth on it. This was his habitual move to relieve fatigue caused by thinking.
Feng Mu was really shocked. He didn't see anyone hiding in that cramped corner.
"I had clearly looked at that location just now, but I didn't see him. Is it because his skin color was too dark, or his presence was hidden, just like an ant hiding in the dark." He felt a little more fearful.
Feng Mu asked with a dark face: "You are the only one. Where are your two companions? When did you follow me? Forget it, it doesn't matter. Did you bring any money? I have a total of There are 17 black cores.”
Swarthy No. 2 looked at Feng Mu who looked a little angry and seemed to be obsessed with money, and had a headache.
I have been exposed, is the mission considered a failure?
Should I trade with him now, or just kill him?
Feng Mu felt the slightest hint of malice, the ribs under the skin of his chest were tightening, and the five fingers of his right hand holding the handbag were itching and splitting.
He asked angrily: "Do you want it or not? Just tell me."
Swarthy No. 2's thinking was interrupted. He stared at Feng Mu with his hands. His nails scratched a layer of ant skin on the wooden stick, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Show me your mobile phone."
Feng Mu reluctantly showed the screen of his mobile phone, and there was a line from [ Lame Freak] text message.
——You are being targeted. I don’t want the black core in your hand. Sell it to them and I will get it back from them.
Dark-skinned No. 2 stared at the "lame weirdo" in the sender's note for five seconds before returning his gaze to Feng Mu's face.
Feng Mu almost thought that the other party was suspicious, so he clicked on the remark number to check.
This number is different from what he told them before. There is no way, Feng Mu can't send himself a text message in front of Dark No. 2.
There is no scheduled sending function for text messages, so I can only change Ma Wei’s number to a new vest name.
Swarthy No. 2 stared at the phone for a long time. Feng Mu's heart continued to sink, and his eyes were quietly aimed at the other person's throat.
This distance is perfect for using [Eagle Claw Technique No. 3·Splitting Sky Finger] to launch a sneak attack and deliver a brutal blow.
Swarthy No. 2 reached out and took out his wallet from his trouser pocket. He took out a wad of banknotes inside without counting them and handed them to Feng Mu. Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the money and handed the bag to the other party.
He pretended to be a money addict and counted the money, with a cheerful look on his face. Dark No. 2 had already turned around and left quickly.
In the end, he did not choose to attack Feng Mu, not only because the other party said that all the black cores in the back were sold to them, but also because they might need to rely on him to find [Lame Weird].
Coming to this answer almost burned half of his brain cells.
Swarthy No. 2 walked out of the alley carrying the bag, still whispering something.
A passer-by looked at him talking to himself, with strange eyes as if he was looking at a moron with dementia.
Swarthy No. 2 was reciting the content of the text message repeatedly. His brain was not working well, so it was best to memorize it word for word and go back and tell it to his companions.
Then, at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped and his voice got stuck in his throat.
"The text message said that the [lame weirdo] wants to take away the black core from us? Could it be that he discovered the residence where we hide the black core?"
Swarthy No. 2's face changed drastically, and the more he thought about it, The more I felt that my brain was finally working better, I quickly spread my legs and ran forward.
And the direction of the arrow he was running in, if extended all the way, would happen to point to the eye-catching "black pillar".
Swarthy No. 2 ran wildly, but he didn't know that Feng Mu was following the scent of the footsteps he ran on, and followed him leisurely.
The stalker and the stalked, the prey and the hunted, quietly reverse their positions.
1 hour later.
At the outermost edge of Chengxi Snack Street, Feng Mu stopped, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Hey, the coordinates of the blood are wandering around the 'black pillar', as if he wants to sneak in. ."
"So, the destination is also the old one blocked by the 'Black Pillar'. In the community, is it a coincidence, or...are these black marketeers also related to [Destiny]? "
"No way, they are the couriers I'm waiting for, right?"
< br>Feng Mu's expression was full of surprise. After a while, he shook his head and denied this absurd idea.
It doesn't feel like much.
The most important thing is that if they are related to [Destiny] and live in this community, theoretically they were exposed to the patrol room two weeks ago, then they should be collectively trapped in " "Black Pillar" is right.
"So, it's just a coincidence." Feng Mu thought in his heart.
As time went by, most of the onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving only a few figures standing outside the snack street, waiting for the "black pillar" to dissipate.
Obviously, they were worried about their relatives and friends living in the "Black Pillar", and Wang Xiuli's thin figure was among them.
Feng Mu withdrew his gaze and followed the dispersed crowd into the opposite block. He walked into a restaurant, ordered a bowl of rice and chewed slowly.
The blood induction time is 24 hours, so he has the patience to wait slowly.
Waiting for the black pillar to dissipate;
Waiting for Dark No. 2 to sneak back to his residence;
Waiting for the marked black core to return to its "big family".
"It is not ruled out that we may have to take some risks, but if we can succeed, it will be a wave of fat. We may be able to accumulate enough iron to absorb the evil and resentment of the Nine Netherworlds at once."
Feng Mu chewed slowly. Swallowing the rice slowly, feeling the peristalsis in my stomach, I suddenly felt even hungrier.
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(End of this chapter)