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

A full two hours.

The last garbage truck slowly drove away.

Large pieces of corpses have been cleaned up, but it is inevitable that there will be fragments and blood stains left on the ground or in the building.

Fortunately, the on-site leaders are very humane and are not too demanding about cleaning. They pursue a prestige 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 be work to eliminate [Destiny] in the future, and the Survey Corps is happy to help."

Wang Yilin nodded clearly, this time he really understood the other party's subtext.

"Special Commissioner, let's withdraw too." Wang Yilin asked the special commissioner.

When the special correspondent heard this, the corner of his mouth raised an intriguing curve, and he 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.

Immediately afterwards, 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 still hidden tips inside.

This has been done in spy dramas in my previous life, and 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.

I saw that the latter was indeed on the phone, and it was obvious who he was calling.

Wang Xiuli covered her mouth lightly: "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 enter that community, I will go home directly Go wait for you."

Feng Mu frowned slightly as he looked at Wang Xiuli's back as she hung up the phone and left.

Naturally, 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 such a disciplined team organization?

Feng Mu curled his lips and sneered in his heart: "The probability of it being a trap is over 50%."

Dark No. 2 didn't think so. After secretly watching the investigation corps and patrol room evacuate, 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. Someone is here."

Wang Yilin, who saw everything in his eyes, was sincerely convinced by the commissioner.

This time he didn't ask stupidly again, whether it was just because his family lived in the community that he acted anxious.

In a community that had just been massacred, with your relatives inside, and you looked at the blood stains remaining on the ground and the strange smell in the air, would 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 some people were pretending deliberately.

"Don't be so brutal in enforcing the law. If you don't resist, you'll be taken back for trial. If you resist arrest, you'll be killed."

Without the cover of the black pillar, the special commissioner skillfully changed his face and said righteously,

"We will never let a bad person go, but we will never wrongly accuse a good person."

Wang Yilin was taught, and he signaled Feng Ju with his eyes, and the latter quickly rushed down with the lurking head catcher.

Although he was still an ordinary catcher, Feng Ju could feel that his status among the catchers was rising. The chief obviously valued him, and other catchers would subconsciously surround him.

"I'm going to be promoted. I may have hope in the captain selection at the end of the year."

Feng Ju was so excited that he sent a group of people to arrest those who came in later, while he took the lead and rushed into the four buildings.

Room 702.

Dark 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 is blood.

No body.

There were no signs of struggle 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 at the back.

There was a suitcase hidden in the secret cabinet. When I opened the suitcase, there was 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.

A policeman outside the door just kicked open the door and rushed in. His eye sockets went dark.

Feng Ju was horrified 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.

thump.

The body fell to the ground.

Dark No. 2 used his fingertips to pull out the eyeballs on the stick, 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 die!"

Dark No. 2's tone was sincere, and as he chewed the food, a head-numbing vicious aura erupted.

Feng Ju's pupils shrank slightly, and he judged Dark No. 2 as the most evil element of [Fate] without hesitation. There was no other reason, just for this viciousness, he would not wrong you at all.

"Shoot him to death!" Feng Ju ordered, and at the same time stepped aside.

More than a dozen police officers blocked the door, with the black muzzles of their guns pointing inwards. The next second, gunshots rang out.

In the cramped bedroom, more than a dozen pistols fired continuously, and there was almost no dead angle to dodge.

But Dark No. 2 stepped on the ground, and the muscles of his thighs bulged. The whole person fell forward. The moment he stepped on the ground, the whole person was like a flying plow.

The floor behind him was plowed away, and the fragments splashed onto the wall, and he appeared at the door in the blink of an eye, his arms turned into the afterimage of a sickle, and in an instant, six or seven broken legs separated, and three or four police officers screamed, and their bodies suddenly became half a head shorter.

The police officers blocking the door scattered in horror, and Dark No. 2 rushed out of the bedroom in the chaos.

Feng Ju was in a hurry and fired continuously, emptying the magazine in an instant, splashing a string of blood beads on the latter's back as he fled.

"Chase him, he's been shot and can't escape." Feng Ju shouted.

Dark 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 the short stick in his hand shot out.

Whoosh——

Feng Ju was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and casually pulled the head of the police next to him. The latter was caught off guard and his body tilted, and his throat was nailed by the wooden stick.

Feng Ju let go of his "lifesaver", and the hair on his neck stood up. The wooden stick that pierced through was less than 1 cm away from his Adam's apple.

"Chase him, don't let him escape, the special commissioner is watching~"

Feng Ju's ruthlessness was aroused, he put the pistol back, drew out the standard short knife, and chased downstairs like a mad dog while growling.

The captain with a broken leg fell to the ground and screamed. The captain with a stick stuck in his throat breathed in less than in. The other captains looked at each other and followed Feng Ju again, but they all subconsciously lagged behind him a little.

Dark No. 2 rushed out of the building. Without the constraints of the narrow terrain, he was like a fish swimming into the sea or an ant into the grass. His body shape and speed were several times more flexible.

The captains who were hastily blocking outside could not catch his movements at all, and their bullets could only chase his shadow.

"Sure enough, without the help of terrain blockade or without setting up an ambush in advance, the threat of hot weapons to martial arts masters is still too small."

The special commissioner slightly regretted letting the Survey Corps withdraw. The main reason was that he did not expect to catch such a big fish again.

"I just wanted to catch more fish, but I didn't expect that the ferocity of this fish seemed to be only slightly weaker than that scarred woman."

The special commissioner stretched his neck, and in Wang Yilin's stunned eyes, he took a step forward and stepped several times, and in an instant he passed the head of the police.

The special commissioner's joking voice echoed in the air: "I'm going to stretch my muscles, you send someone to search the house that man just returned to carefully, his handbag was not taken out."

Dark No. 2, who was fleeing all the way, was not panicked when he was surrounded and shot, but at this moment his heart was beating wildly, and he finally realized that he had made a big mistake.

He shouldn't have put the handbag in the secret room.

Wrong, his real mistake was that he shouldn't have followed Feng Mu today~

Dark No. 2 was very anxious, and the rhythm of his escape steps was unstable for a moment. He wanted to turn around and kill back, but he was just not smart, which didn't mean he was completely brainless.

Going back would mean death. There were too many guns and people in the police station, and he couldn't kill them all by himself.

And the person following behind him made him feel extremely dangerous.

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 police station really set a trap. That black-faced fool is so stupid that it's beyond my imagination. If the black core falls into the hands of the police station, it will be difficult for me to get it again~"

Feng Mu frowned, and he didn't hesitate for too long. His facial muscles suddenly twitched strangely.

The most terrifying hunter in the ambush circle had been lured away by the black face.

The remaining hunters were also injured a lot, and they probably didn't expect that there would be another wave of attacks coming. Now is the time when they are most relaxed.

Now is my best chance to get the black core!

Feng Mu sighed deeply and walked out of the alley slowly. When he walked out of the darkness and showed his figure, his face was already a gloomy white bone mask...