The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Time passed by 1 minute and 1 second.

The lame weirdo didn't show up.

Dark No. 2 observed Feng Mu pacing back and forth in the dead end, frequently looking down at the time on his phone, and couldn't help feeling irritated and confused.

The waiting time was almost 1 hour.

Did the target come too early, or was the lame weirdo late?

Dark No. 2's brain was not very smart, and he couldn't figure it out, so he could only lurk in the dark and wait patiently.

Then, he clearly saw the target suddenly look at the phone again, and then his face became visibly ugly, looking around in annoyance, as if looking for someone hiding in the dark.

"Don't hide, come out, he saw you, he won't come." Feng Mu shouted to the air.

Dark No. 2 was stunned, and his stiff eyeballs turned, and his expression looked even more stupid.

It took Dark No. 2 half a minute to figure out that the target was probably shouting at him, and the "he" in the other party's mouth was the lame weirdo.

"Am I exposed?"

"The mission failed, but I was hiding very quietly, not even the ants, how did they find me?"

Dark No. 2 is not good at thinking, but he is very good at lurking and killing, and he has rarely been exposed in the past.

The most important thing is that the lame weirdo found him, but he didn't find the lame weirdo. It's like there is a nest of ants hiding in the hole under his feet, but he didn't notice it. He missed the nest of ants in vain, and felt as uncomfortable as ants crawling in his heart.

Feng Mu was suspicious of why the stalker in the dark didn't come out. He frowned and continued to shout: "He doesn't want the black core in my hand anymore. Do you want it? I'll sell it to you for 400 yuan."

"If you are willing, I will sell you all the future ones. What do you think? If you don't come out, I'll leave."

As Feng Mu spoke, he opened his handbag and showed the black cores he had accumulated with great effort.

Dark No. 2 walked out of the shadow corner with a dark face, holding the ant stick in his hand, rubbing his fingers back and forth on it. This is his habitual action to relieve fatigue caused by thinking.

Feng Mu was really shocked. He didn't see that there was a person hiding in the cramped corner.

"I clearly looked at that position just now, but I didn't see him. Is it because his skin color is too dark, or he hides his presence, just like an ant hiding in the dark." He was more afraid.

Feng Mu asked with a dark face: "You are alone, where are your two companions, when did you follow me, forget it, it doesn't matter, do you have money, I have a total of 17 black cores here."

Dark No. 2 looked at Feng Mu, who was a little angry and seemed to be losing money, and his head hurt a little.

I was exposed, did the mission fail?

Should I trade with him now, or just kill him?

Feng Mu felt a hint of malice, his ribs tightened under the skin of his chest, and the skin of the five fingers of his right hand holding the handbag was itchy and cracked.

He asked unhappily: "Do you want it or not? Give me an answer."

Dark No. 2's thoughts were interrupted. He stared at Feng Mu intently, his fingernails scraped a layer of ant skin on the wooden stick, and said in a hoarse voice: "Show me your phone."

Feng Mu reluctantly showed the screen of his mobile phone, on which there was a text message from [Lame Weird Man].

——You are being targeted. I don't want the black core in your hand. Sell it to them, and I will take it back from them.

Dark No. 2 stared at the [Lame Weird Man] in the sender's note for a full 5 seconds before glancing back at Feng Mu's face.

Feng Mu almost thought that the other party was suspicious and wanted to click on the note number to check.

This number is different from the one he told them before. There is no way. Feng Mu can't send a text message to himself in front of Dark No. 2.

There is no timed text messaging function, so I can only change Ma Wei's number to a new alias.

Dark No. 2 stared at the phone for a long time, Feng Mu's heart kept sinking, and his eyes had quietly aimed at the other party's throat.

This distance is just right for using [Eagle Claw Kung Fu Third Style·Split Sky Finger] to launch a sneak attack and give it a hard blow.

Dark No. 2 reached out from his trouser pocket and took out a wallet. Without counting them carefully, he took out all the banknotes in it and handed them to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took the money and handed the handbag to the other party.

He pretended to count the money like a money-grubber, with a smile on his face, and Dark No. 2 had already turned around and walked away quickly.

In the end, he did not choose to attack Feng Mu, in addition to the fact that the other party said that they would sell all the black cores behind them, which moved them, and on the other hand, because they might need to rely on him to find the [lame weirdo].

Coming to this answer, half of his brain cells were almost burned to death.

Dark No. 2 walked out of the alley with the bag in his hand, still mumbling something.

A passerby looked at him talking to himself with strange eyes, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

Dark No. 2 was reciting the contents of the text message. His brain was not working well, so it was best to memorize it word for word and tell his companions when he returned.

Then, at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped and his voice got stuck in his throat.

"The text message said that [the lame weirdo] wanted to take the black core from us? Could it be that he found the residence where we hid the black core?"

Dark No. 2's face changed drastically. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his brain finally worked well. He quickly spread his legs and ran forward.

And the direction of the arrow he was running in, if extended all the way, happened to point to the eye-catching "black pillar".

Dark No. 2, who was running at full speed, didn't know that Feng Mu was following the smell in his footprints and slowly following him.

The tracker and the tracked, the prey and the hunted, quietly reversed their positions.

1 hour later.

At the outermost edge of the snack street in the west of the city, Feng Mu stopped and narrowed his eyes into a slit: "Hey, the coordinates of the blood are circling around the "black pillar", as if they want to sneak in."

"So, the destination is also in the old and dilapidated community blocked by the "black pillar". Is it a coincidence, or... this group of black market merchants are also related to [fate]?"

"It can't be that they are the couriers I'm waiting for?"

Feng Mu's expression was full of surprise. After a while, he shook his head and denied this absurd idea.

It doesn't seem like it.

The most important thing is that if they are related to [fate] and live in this community, they would have been exposed to the eyes of the patrol room two weeks ago. Then they should all be trapped in the "black pillar" by now.

"So, it's just a coincidence." Feng Mu thought so in his heart.

As time went by, most of the onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving only a few figures still guarding 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 retracted his gaze, followed the dispersed flow of people into the opposite block, walked into a restaurant, ordered a bowl of rice casually, and chewed it slowly.

The blood sensing time is 24 hours, and he has the patience to wait slowly.

Waiting for the black pillar to dissipate;

Waiting for Dark No. 2 to sneak back to the residence;

Waiting for the marked black core to return to its "big family".

"It is not ruled out that there may be some risks, but if it succeeds, it will be a wave of fat, and it may be enough to absorb the amount of Yinsha Jiuyou Evil Resentment Iron at one time."

Feng Mu chewed the rice slowly, feeling the peristalsis in his stomach, and suddenly felt even hungrier.

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