Chapter 883 Special Department
But it was not enough. The black flames were retreating steadily under the invasion of the red cracks. The aura of terror filled the air, and Wu's consciousness began to blur.
Devouring, killing... like the devil's whispers, bewitching its ears.
It needs to swallow more doors, only in this way will it not be abandoned again.
That feeling of being thrown away like trash should never happen again.
No one is trustworthy, it can only believe in itself and the knife in its hand...
The blurred vision gradually focused, the pupils shrank into a slit, Wu stared at the sleeping Jiang Cheng's face, the man still said this Nothing.
“Kill him.”
“The door that swallowed him up.”
…
The vague sound stimulates it and erodes its last consciousness.
The red crack continued to swallow Wu's body, compressing the black flame to the neck, just at the last moment when the crack was about to break through the critical point.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wu caught a glimpse of the small table and the tightly closed, inconspicuous drawer.
Its eyes were dazed for a moment, and it suddenly turned its head and hit the window.
There was no sound of breaking glass, and the black shadow, almost entirely wrapped in red cracks, passed through the window strangely and disappeared into the vast night.
...
A few hundred miles away from Rongcheng.
In an old three-story western-style building located in the suburbs, an old man with thinning hair slowly woke up.
His health is much better than he looks, and he doesn't usually have the habit of getting up at night, but recently, he can't sleep.
After all, he didn’t come here for a vacation, but to hide. To put it more bluntly, he was running for his life.
The old man put his hands in front of him and lay there for a while, but he still didn't feel sleepy. Finally, he thought of something disturbing. He sighed, got up, got out of bed, picked up some clothes and put them on his body, and walked out the door. go.
Open the bedroom door and walk along the corridor towards the study on the other side.
But before he reached the door of the study, he stopped. The study door was ajar, and light shone through the crack in the door.
There is someone in his study!
Who is it?
Obviously only he has the key to the study!
With no time to fear, the old man immediately took out the pistol from his waist.
There are some documents hidden in the study. If they are stolen, it will be a big trouble. I don’t know how many innocent people will die tragically at the hands of those guys.
Pushing the door open, it was quiet inside the study.
Only the lamp on the table is on. Through the light, you can see a figure sitting behind the desk in the old man's seat, but strangely, his back is to him.
is a man.
After recognizing the clothes worn by the figure behind him, the old man slowly put down his gun. Although he was slightly confused, the old man had determined the identity of this person.
He is the captain of the small group of people sent to protect him.
"Captain Zhou." The old man put away his gun and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "It's so late, what are you doing in my study? If you have anything important, you can go directly to me... "
Before I finished speaking, I heard a "squeak--" and the swivel chair slowly turned around.
The moment he saw the man sitting above him clearly, the hairs all over the old man's body stood up, and a chill shot up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
The man on the swivel chair raised his head exaggeratedly, his mouth wide open, his hollow eye sockets were sunken, his muscles were contracted, and his blue-purple skin was as dry as tree bark.
This is a mummy!
In just half a night, Captain Zhou, who was responsible for his safety, turned into a mummy!
Before the old man could recover from the shock, a charming laugh sounded, "Giggle, Mr. Huang, don't be afraid, the little lady is polite here."
"Who?!" The old man immediately raised his gun and pointed it at the location where the sound came from.
From a dark corner of the study, a charming woman walked out.
The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, her slender waist twisting and turning like a boneless snake.
The woman looked at the old man with a seductive face, her eyes full of provocation. This invisible aura was the most deadly.
"Mr. Huang." The woman sighed in a pretentious manner, "You said you have lived for such a long time, how come you still can't understand the situation?"
"Our people have contacted you many times, and the price offered is enough for you and your family to live comfortably for the rest of your life, but you just refuse to listen and insist on going against us."
< br>"Okay now, your whole family is going to die, why are you bothering?"
"And." The woman smiled scornfully , glanced at the mummy on the seat, "I found a team with a captain who barely reached level B to protect you. How little do you take our night watchmen seriously?"
The old man did not hesitate. He pulled the trigger, but a strange and terrifying scene happened. The hand holding the gun shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been drained of blood.
"Ah! Ahhh...ah!" The pistol fell to the ground. The old man covered his withered right hand and couldn't help but scream, with cold sweat dripping down his face.
"It's true that if you don't take the road to heaven, there is no door for you to enter hell." The woman didn't even move, she raised her chin and sneered.
"You...you people will not end well!" The old man yelled in pain, "Someone will deal with you!"
"Maybe, but Mr. Huang, you You and your family will never see that day again." The woman stretched out her long tongue and traced the tip of her tongue across her red lips.
"Snake girl, stop talking nonsense with a dead man, we have another target." Another man's voice sounded in the room, as rough as if there was a handful of sand stuffed in his throat.
"Don't worry, Sand Ghost, we have plenty of time." The woman stared at the painful old man, the light in her eyes seemed to be appreciating a work of art.
Sand Ghost and Snake Girl are both code names. They are both human beings, disciples who carry the Gate, and belong to the special department of the Night Watch.
Even the Night Watch Executive Department does not know that there is such a terrifying killer team within them.
They only follow orders from the highest level of the Night Watch, and they are also one of the trump cards secretly prepared by the Night Watch.
With a "click", the room became quiet, and the old man's neck was broken by a strange force.
No, not just his neck, the old man's entire body was twisted strangely, as if he was entangled by an invisible python and then violently twisted.
"Bah, old thing." The woman pulled out the dagger, swayed her waist, and walked towards the old man's body nonchalantly.
But just as she squatted down, suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her ankle.
It’s an old man!
The old man stood up unsteadily under the frightened expression of the female killer codenamed Snake Girl. All his bones were crushed by the huge force. At this moment, he was squirming strangely, and his bloody face turned to Snake Girl.
"How...how could this happen?" The snake girl resisted hard, but the old man's hands were like iron pliers, "Sand ghost, hurry up, save me! Save me..."
But her call for help was obviously in vain, because the sand ghost she had placed high hopes on was already one step ahead of her and died.
The mummy also came to life and was now piercing the sand ghost's chest with sharp fingers and digging out his heart.
With a crisp "click" sound, the woman's neck tilted and she completely lost her breath. (End of this chapter)