Chapter 60 The belated 1% reward, is he the courier?
Feng Mu did not do this crazy experiment, it would be too tragic for the mummy.
The most important thing is that the painting style is too evil, and he does not have the thought or time to silence everyone present.
He is not an inhumane villain. He just wants to get back the black core that was bought and sold by others. The killings he committed today cannot be entirely attributed to him, at least once Most of the blame must be placed on the black marketeers of Swarthy Face No. 2.
[Crazy Blood] was filled by [Feast], and the violence in Feng Mu's heart was eliminated. After sucking one person's blood, the emptiness of thirst for blood was also relieved.
Feng Mu found his hypocrisy again, ah, it was his pure, kind and peace-loving nature.
“I can’t let down these dead people, I must get my black core back.”
Feng Mu sighed, followed the coordinates in his mind, and rushed towards the building.
Your own blood is the best locator.
Without any delay, Feng Mu walked into the bedroom. On the way, he bumped into a few head catchers with broken legs climbing the stairs. He jumped over them in a friendly manner.
Several of the arresters were so frightened that they had their heads bruised and rolled down.
Opening the closet, his wrist bones cut open the wall of the dark room like a knife, and Feng Mu took back his black core and handbag.
He swore that he just wanted to take away the black core that belonged to him. He didn't know how the suitcase got stuck to his hand without anyone noticing.
Maybe the big black men in the suitcase who looked "robust and mature" were worried about the "skinny" little black men in the suitcase, so they stalked and beat him~
< br>"Strange, there are not as many as I expected to fill the cabinet, but they are unusually big."
"What went wrong? Can a normal black core be this big?"
"Could it be that, like my [Feast], the black cores can also devour each other?"
"But, in short, , Dahei in the box The smell of the kernels is hundreds of times that of the small black kernels. I really want to eat them on the spot."
Feng Mu, filled with doubts and longing, held the suitcase in one hand and carried it in the other. bag, running downstairs with both feet.
Downstairs, the people who had just hidden their heads under their butts were gone. The seriously injured and crippled head catchers had nothing to do but lower their heads in a tacit agreement, not to look at the masked monster that was about to leave.
Except...
Feng Ju woke up from a coma, and the ribs in his chest seemed to be broken.
Having missed the climax while fainting, he was definitely the most fearless head catcher in the field at this moment. He endured the severe pain and got up from the ground.
As soon as I got up, the first thing that caught my eye was that gloomy mask again.
Feng Ju: "???"
Why is this scene so familiar? Could it be that time has gone back, or that I have never been unconscious at all.
"I'll stop him, let's shoot him."
Feng Ju roared at the top of his lungs, standing right in front of the mask, without a gun or knife in his hand , he half-crouched down, crossed his arms and rushed towards the mask.
From coma to awakening, time passed by Feng Ju. When he opened his eyes, he only saw the mask again. He didn't realize at all that except him and the mask, there was no other person at the scene. Stand.
His brave roar of desire for progress did not evoke the sound of gunfire, but only the silence of the dead in response.
"Why do you have to get up again, lie down and pretend to be dead? Why do you have to force me to kill my father to preach?" Feng Mu felt cold in his heart.
Feng Mu was holding something in both hands, his pupils under the mask shrank slightly, and the moment he raised his feet to avoid it, several bone thorns popped out of his left shoulder.
It is sharp and ferocious, exuding a harsh and evil aura.
“The bones are growing out of the flesh, what the hell is that?”
Feng Ju froze at his feet, his mind went blank for a moment, and then he felt his shoulder being poked, followed by a wave of The huge force struck, and the whole person rose into the air again.
The sprayed blood flew into the air and sprinkled on his face, and then hit the ground hard. A cracked arm rotated like a beast bitten and hit his chest.
“My shoulder was torn off, am I disabled?”
The cracked ribs made another crunching sound, and Feng Ju spurted out blood, and his eyesight went black again. Completely unconscious again.
“Hey, why do you have to stop me?”
“As you said yourself, if people who are incompetent still hold their breath and want to make progress, they will only harm themselves. .”
"Fortunately, I was not stopped by you. Otherwise, Feng Ju, you would have killed the whole family. No, everyone in our community would also have to die~"
Feng Mu decided to stay at the last moment. It was not that he had feelings for Feng Ju, but that he remembered Wang Xiuli waiting anxiously outside all night. He may not care about Feng Ju, but Wang Xiuli's feelings for him are sincere. Feng Mu is not hard-hearted after all, and he feels compassion for Wang Xiuli in his heart.
That's all~
Spare Feng Ju's life and let him become the cripple he always despises the most and keep him at home.
Of course, this is from Feng Mu's perspective. For Feng Ju, this may be more uncomfortable than killing him directly.
"Hey, I just can't stand the slightest kindness from others. I am too kind-hearted. People like me suffer a lot when they are villains. I must change in the future." Feng Mu thought to himself.
40 minutes later.
Feng Mu appeared furtively in the abandoned bridge tunnel. This bridge tunnel was half-collapsed due to disrepair for a long time. Scavengers and homeless people did not dare to live in it.
Feng Mu glanced around and saw no one. He carefully walked into the bridge hole and walked out after a while, carrying two more suitcases.
The two suitcases were hidden inside by Mawei on his orders.
The suitcase had no password. Feng Mu opened it as soon as he pressed the button. One of the suitcases was filled with unnumbered banknotes, and the other contained 50 small yellow croaker gold bars and two secret books.
A box of banknotes contains 1.5 million yuan, 50 small yellow croaker gold bars are estimated to be worth 1 million yuan, and two secret books, one with a third grade and one with a second grade, are worth a total of 300,000.
So, the two suitcases equaled a total of 2.8 million extorted from Ma Bin.
It is equivalent to the salary I would have saved in an incineration plant without eating or drinking for 70 years.
Sure enough, no matter where in the world, once people start not to follow the right path, money is like dog-skin plaster, sliding into the wallet.
Feng Mu looked down at the three suitcases and thought in his mind: "Now that we have the money, we have the cheats, and we have the upgrade materials, we just have to run away and find a safe place to hide and grow."
Everyone in Laopo Community is dead. The courier sent by [Destiny] must not have escaped. The best case scenario is that they are all dead, so he does not need to run away.
The worst-case scenario is to be captured alive, or even confess overnight, exposing the recipient's information.
Two probabilities, 50% versus 50%.
But when it comes to life and death, there is only a difference between zero and one in Feng Mu's case. To be on the safe side, he decided to run away as soon as he got the things. Not to mention escaping from the ninth district, at least he had to stay away from the city limits first.
He had planned the route last week: first leave the west of the city, then go all the way north, passing through the suburban forest. There is a small town that can be used as a transfer. He will first stop and find out the news.
If there are no problems, go back. If there are problems, go into the scavenging area further north. If that doesn't work, go deeper into the ruins area.
Buzzing——
The phone vibrated. It was a message from Ma Bin or a MMS.
Text: Sorry, something happened suddenly and I didn’t have time to inform you. Boss Zheng, I solved it, but I took a special breath. According to the agreement, I have to leave the last blow to you. We will meet here in xxxxxxxx in 2 hours.
Picture: Zheng Si, his face covered with blood, was tied to a chair with his head drooped and almost out of breath.jpg
Feng Mu glanced at the MMS and sighed to himself: "Ma Bin, this is You are really hypocritical. You are obviously afraid that my presence will cause trouble, so you deliberately don’t Notify me.”
“Haha——, agreeing to pay my blackmail in advance is just a tacit understanding between us. The result is really beautiful for you to talk about.”
“You’re still trying to save your breath for me?”
Feng Mu sneered in his heart. If he really wanted to avenge Wang Wei, he might just go to the appointment in a hurry.
It’s a pity that Feng Mu is not hypocritical, he is just making up lies. He doesn’t even know who Wang Wei is~
——I haven’t even made a move, so I won’t steal your head. You can do it for me
The text message is being edited...
Before the message was edited, another text message was received, and it was sent directly to his own mobile phone number.
——Encrypted text messages.
Feng Mu was stunned for a moment. There was no number in the sender's location. Only a note was displayed: This text message cannot be monitored or tracked. It will be automatically destroyed one minute after reading.
SMS content: Deep Diver of Destiny, your offline has been activated. Please go to the secret contact point xxxxxxx within 1 hour to receive the secret message - My face is not my face!
Feng Mu's pupils almost shrank to pinpoints, and the expression on his face gradually became weird.
Without him, the location agreed upon by Ma Bin and the address of the secret contact point in the encrypted text message were exactly the same, except that the agreed time differed by one hour.
At the same time, a line of prompt boxes quietly popped up on Feng Mu's retina.
[The reward of 1% inheritance has arrived. Please find your courier quickly to collect it. I wish you a happy game! ]
Feng Mu: “???”
Feng Mu: “.…….”
(End of this chapter)