Chapter 57 Trap? No, this is my best chance
for two full hours.
The last garbage truck slowly drove away.
Large pieces of corpses have been cleaned up. It is inevitable that there will be fragments and blood stains left on the ground or in the building, but it is inevitable.
Fortunately, the on-site leaders are very humane and are not too demanding about cleaning. They pursue a face-saving project that is spotless with their fingers.
Zhou Jian collected his team and left. Before leaving, he nodded to the commissioner and left a message to Wang Yilin: "There will still be work to eliminate [Destiny] in the future, and the Survey Corps is happy to help."
Wang Yilin understood clearly. Nodding, this time I really understood the other person’s subtext.
“Commissioner, let’s withdraw too.” Wang Yilin asked the special commissioner.
Hearing this, the special commissioner raised an intriguing curve in his mouth, and said quietly: "Yes, there is no one left, let's go."
After a while.
Deep in the diagonal alley, Feng Mu first saw the Survey Corps lift the martial law blockade and the whole team left.
Following this, the chiefs from the patrol room also walked out and left in the night.
Because the night was too dark, Feng Mu could not see the faces clearly, and it was difficult to confirm whether Feng Ju was inside.
He was not worried about Feng Ju's life or death, he was just using this to judge whether all the patrol rooms had really been evacuated, or whether he was pretending to evacuate part of them, but in fact there were hidden tips left inside.
This has been done in spy dramas in my previous life. It is a cliché.
Feng Mu had his own way of confirming it. He walked out of the alley a little and peeked at Wang Xiuli.
The latter was indeed on the phone. It was obvious who he was calling.
Wang Xiuli lightly covered her mouth: "As long as you're okay, inside is... Oh, okay, I won't ask anymore, do you want to go back to the patrol room? Okay, I understand, I won't go into that room Community, I'll go home and wait for you."
Feng Mu frowned slightly as he looked at Wang Xiuli's back as she hung up the phone and left.
Of course he couldn't hear what Wang Xiuli said on the phone, but Wang Xiuli left alone, and Feng Ju didn't even come out to meet her.
Is the patrol house a team organization with such strict discipline?
Feng Mu curled his lips and sneered in his heart: "The probability of it being a trap is more than 50%."
Swarthy No. 2 didn't think so. He secretly watched the investigation corps and patrol room evacuate. After leaving, he slowly walked out of the shadows in the corner.
He rushed towards the community anxiously.
The ground was wet to the touch, and the air was filled with the smell of detergent and blood, a strange fragrance.
Dark No. 2 turned a blind eye to everything and went straight to Room 702 in Building 4.
“Everything is as expected by the special commissioner. Sure enough, someone is here.”
Wang Yilin, who saw everything in his eyes, said sincerely to the special commissioner.
This time he did not ask stupidly again, whether it was just because his family lived in the community that he acted anxious.
A community that has just been massacred, with your relatives inside, and you look at the blood stains remaining on the ground and the strange smell in the air, will you rush in without hesitation?
Of course, this possibility cannot be ruled out, but it is better to kill by mistake than let go. Wang Yilin has already understood the true meaning of this.
He asked without hesitation: "Or are you going to kill everyone who comes in?"
The special correspondent saw several more people entering the community one after another, but their movements were obviously hesitant and slow. , of course, it is not ruled out that someone is pretending on purpose.
“Don’t be so rough in enforcing the law. If you don’t resist, you will be arrested and interrogated. If you resist arrest, you will be killed.”
Without the cover of the black pillar, the special commissioner skillfully changed his face. Righteous words,
"We will never let go of any bad guy, but we will never wrongly accuse a good guy."
Wang Yilin was taught, and he signaled Feng Ju with his eyes, who quickly rushed down with the lurking head catcher.
Although he is still an ordinary catcher, Feng Ju can feel that his status among the catchers is rising. The chief obviously values him more, and other catchers will subconsciously surround him.
"I'm going to be promoted. I may have hope in the captain's selection at the end of the year."
Feng Ju was so excited that he assigned some people to arrest the few people who came in later. Then rush into the 4 buildings first.
Room 702.
Swarthy No. 2 quickly entered the house and glanced at the remaining blood on the ground. There was no body of Zhang Hao and no trace of a violent fight.
There are blood stains.
No body.
No signs of fighting or resistance.
From the above clues, you can deduce...
Swarthy No. 2 had no idea. He walked quickly to the bedroom, opened the closet and knocked on the secret cabinet behind it.
There is a suitcase hidden in the secret cabinet. When you open the suitcase, there is a row of black cores inside.
There are not many in number, but each one is several times the size of a normal black core, and the surface seems to have been polished and repaired, with few cracks and a bright metallic luster.
There is a silver instrument at the bottom of the box. Seeing that the black core was still there, Dark No. 2 let out a long sigh, then his ears twitched and he heard the rapid footsteps coming from the building.
He quickly threw the handbag into the secret cabinet, closed the closet, and took out the ant stick from his trouser pocket, his eyes flashing coldly.
As soon as a catcher kicked open the door and barged in, his eye sockets turned black.
Feng Ju was shocked to see the head catcher who broke the door, with a wooden stick sticking out of the back of his head and white brains spilling out.
Plop.
The body fell to the ground.
Swarthy No. 2 pulled out the eyeballs on the stick with his fingertips, mixed them with the ant corpses poured with white syrup, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them twice and swallowed them down his throat.
“Get out of the way, or you’ll die!”
Swarthy No. 2’s tone was sincere, and in conjunction with his chewing of swallowing, a head-numbing vicious arrogance burst out.
Feng Ju's pupils shrank, and without hesitation he judged Dark No. 2 as the evil element of [Destiny]. Without him, he would not have wronged you at all with his viciousness.
"Kill him!" Feng Ju ordered, while stepping aside to get out of the way.
More than a dozen headhunters blocked the door, the black muzzles of their guns pointed inward, and the next second, there was a loud sound of gunfire.
In the cramped bedroom, more than a dozen pistols fired continuously, and there was almost no blind spot to avoid.
Unexpectedly, Hei Hei No. 2 stepped on his feet, causing his thigh muscles to bulge in a circle. He fell forward and fell forward. The moment he stepped on his feet, his whole body was like a flying rake.
The floor behind him was plowed away, and debris splashed into the wall. But he appeared at the door in the blink of an eye, his arms turning into afterimages of sickles. In an instant, six or seven severed legs were separated, and three or four were separated. The head catcher screamed and his body suddenly became half shorter.
The arresters blocking the door dispersed in horror, and Dark No. 2 took advantage of the chaos and rushed out of the bedroom.
Feng Ju was so anxious that he fired continuously and emptied the magazine instantly, spattering a string of blood beads on the latter's fleeing back.
“Chase, he was shot and can’t escape.” Feng Ju yelled.
Swarthy No. 2 was shot in the back, but his movements were not slow at all, as if he was not affected. He just turned his head and looked back, and shot out with the short stick in his hand.
咻——
Feng Ju had quick eyes and quick hands, and casually pulled the head catcher next to him. The latter was caught off guard and tilted his body, and his throat was smashed with a wooden stick.
Feng Ju let go of his "savior", the hairs on his neck stood up, and the wooden stick that penetrated was less than 1 centimeter away from his Adam's apple.
"Chase, we must not let him escape, the special commissioner is watching~"
Feng Ju's heart was aroused, he put back the pistol, pulled out the standard short knife, and lowered his head He yelled and chased downstairs like a mad dog.
The one with broken legs fell to the ground and screamed. The one with the stick stuck in his throat took in less air and more out. The other ones looked at each other and all followed Feng Ju, but they all subconsciously lagged behind him. A little distance.
Dark No. 2 rushed out of the building, freed from the constraints of the narrow terrain. He was like a fish swimming into the sea or an ant swimming into the grass, and his body shape and speed became several times more flexible.
The hurried arresters outside could not catch his movements at all, and the bullets could only chase his shadow.
"Sure enough, without the help of terrain blockade, or without setting up ambushes and sieges in advance, the threat of thermal weapons to martial arts masters is still too small."
The special commissioner slightly regretted letting the survey corps evacuate. Mainly, he didn't expect to catch such a big fish again.
“Originally I just wanted to catch more jujubes but I didn’t expect that the ferocity of this fish seems to be only a little weaker than that scarred woman.”
The special commissioner stretched his neck, and in Wang Yilin's astonished eyes, he took one step forward and then stepped on several steps, and in an instant he passed by a group of arresters.
The commissioner's joking voice echoed in the air: "I'm going to stretch my muscles while you send someone to carefully search the house where the man just returned. His handbag was not taken out."
< br>Swarthy No. 2, who was escaping all the way, didn't panic when he was surrounded and shot, but now his heart was beating violently. He finally realized that he had made a huge mistake.
He shouldn't have put the bag in the secret room.
Wrong, his real mistake was that he should not have followed Feng Mu today~
Dark No. 2 was anxious, and the rhythm of his escape was unstable for a moment. He wanted to turn around and fight back, but just because he was not smart, it did not mean that he was completely brainless.
Going back would be to die. There are too many guns and people in the patrol room, and he can't kill them all by himself.
And the person following behind him gave him the feeling of extreme danger.
What Dark No. 2 didn’t know was that at this moment, there was another person in the darkness who was as anxious as him.
"The patrol house has indeed set a trap. Oh no, that black-faced fool is stupider than I imagined. If the black core falls into the hands of the patrol house, it will be difficult for me to get it~"
Feng Mu frowned. He didn't hesitate for long, and his facial muscles suddenly twitched strangely.
The most terrifying hunter in the ambush circle has been seduced by the black face.
The remaining hunters were also injured a lot, and they probably didn't expect that another wave of attacks would come. Now is the time when they are most relaxed.
Now is my best chance to get the black core!
Feng Mu hissed deeply and slowly walked out of the alley. When he emerged from the darkness, his face was already a gloomy mask of bones...
(End of this chapter)