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

Chapter 60 The belated 1% reward, was he the courier?

Feng Mu did not do this crazy experiment, it would be too cruel for the mummy.

Most importantly, the style of the painting was too evil, and he did not have the mind and time to kill everyone at the scene.

He was not a villain without humanity, he just wanted to take back the black core that was forced to be bought and sold by others. The murders he committed today could not be completely blamed on him, at least half of the pot should be counted on the black market merchants of Dark Face No. 2.

[Crazy Blood] was filled by [Feast], the tyranny in Feng Mu's heart was eliminated, and after sucking a person's blood, the emptiness of thirst for blood was also relieved.

Feng Mu found his hypocrisy again, ah, it was his pure 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 into the building.

One's own blood is the best locator.

Without any delay, Feng Mu walked into the bedroom. On the way, he ran into several police officers with broken legs climbing the stairs. He jumped over them in a friendly manner.

Several police officers were so scared that they almost hit their heads and rolled down.

He opened the closet and used his wrist bones to cut open the wall of the secret room. Feng Mu took back his black core and handbag.

He swore that he just wanted to take away his own black core. He didn't know how the suitcase stuck to his hand without anyone noticing.

Maybe, the big black cores in the suitcase that looked "strong and mature" were worried about the small black cores with "shredded faces and thin muscles", so they pestered him~

"Strange, there are not as many as I expected to fill the cabinet, but they are abnormally large."

"What's wrong? Can normal black cores be this big?"

"Could it be that the black cores can devour each other like my [Feast]?"

"But, anyway, the big black cores in the box smell a hundred times more than the small black cores. I really want to eat them on the spot."

Feng Mu, with doubts and desires, grabbed the suitcase in one hand and the handbag in the other, and ran downstairs.

Downstairs, the people who had hidden their heads under their butts just now disappeared, and the seriously injured and disabled heads of the police were too busy to take care of themselves. They lowered their heads tacitly and didn't look at the masked monster that was about to leave.

Except...

Feng Ju woke up from a coma, and his ribs seemed to be broken.

He missed the climax in the coma, and now he is definitely the most fearless head of the police. He was seen getting up from the ground with great pain.

As soon as he got up, the first thing he saw was the gloomy mask again.

Feng Ju: "???"

Why is this scene so familiar? Could it be that time has gone back, or I have never been in a coma at all.

"I'll stop him, everyone shoot him to death."

Feng Ju roared in anger, blocking the mask right in front of him. He didn't have a gun or a knife in his hand, so he half-crouched and threw his arms around the mask.

From coma to awakening, time was broken in Feng Ju's fragment. As soon as he opened his eyes, he only saw the mask. He didn't realize that there was no one else standing at the scene except him and the mask.

His brave roar of desire for progress did not bring gunshots, and only the dead silence responded to him.

"Why do you have to get up again? Isn't it better to lie down and pretend to be dead? Do you have to force me to kill my father to prove my truth?" Feng Mu's heart was cold.

Feng Mu held things in both hands, and his pupils under the mask shrank slightly. The moment he raised his foot and stepped to avoid it, several bone thorns suddenly popped out of his left shoulder.

Sharp and ferocious, exuding a chilling and evil breath.

"Bones grow out of the flesh, what the hell?"

Feng Ju's feet froze, his mind was blank for a moment, and then he felt his shoulder being stabbed, followed by a huge force, and the whole person flew into the air again.

The sprayed blood flew up and splashed on his face, and then fell heavily back to the ground. A cracked shoulder, as if bitten by a beast, rotated and hit his chest.

"My shoulder was torn off, am I disabled?"

The cracked ribs made another crisp sound, and Feng Ju spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes went black again, and he completely lost consciousness again.

"Hey, why did you have to stop me?"

"Just like you said, people who have no ability and want to make progress will only hurt themselves."

"Fortunately, I was not stopped by you, otherwise, Feng Ju, you will kill my whole family, no, and everyone in our community will die~"

Feng Mu finally held back at the last moment, not because he had feelings for Feng Ju, but because he remembered Wang Xiuli's anxious waiting outside all night.

He may not care about Feng Ju, but Wang Xiuli's feelings for him are sincere. Feng Mu is not a heartless person after all, and he feels sympathy for Wang Xiuli in his heart.

Forget it~

Save Feng Ju's life, 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 make him more uncomfortable than killing him directly.

"Alas, I just can't accept the slightest favor from others. I'm too kind-hearted. It's a disadvantage for a villain like me. I must change in the future." Feng Mu thought.

40 minutes later.

Feng Mu sneaked into the abandoned bridge hole. The bridge hole was half collapsed due to disrepair. Scavengers and vagrants didn't dare to live in it.

Feng Mu looked around and saw no one. He walked into the bridge hole carefully. After a while, he came out again and took out two more suitcases.

These two suitcases were hidden in the bridge hole by Ma Wei according to his instructions.

The suitcases had no passwords, and Feng Mu opened them with a push of a button. One of them was filled with non-consecutive banknotes, and the other contained 50 small yellow croaker gold bars and two secret books.

A box of banknotes contained 1.5 million, 50 small yellow croaker gold bars were estimated to be worth 1 million, and two secret books, one third-grade and one second-grade, were worth 300,000 in total.

So, the two suitcases were equivalent to a total of 2.8 million extorted from Ma Bin.

It was equivalent to the salary that he could save in 70 years at the incinerator without eating or drinking.

Sure enough, no matter which world, once a person starts to go against the right path, money will be like a dog-skin plaster, drilling into the wallet.

Feng Mu looked down at the three suitcases and thought to himself: "I have the money, the secrets, and the upgrade materials. All I have to do is run away and find a safe place to hide and survive."

Everyone in the old and dilapidated community is dead. The courier sent by [Destiny] must not have escaped. The best case scenario is that they are all dead, so he doesn't need to run away.

The worst case scenario is that he is captured alive, and even confessed overnight, exposing the recipient's information.

Two probabilities, 50% vs. 50%.

But it's a matter of life and death, and for Feng Mu, it's only a matter of zero and one. To be safe, he decided to run away as soon as he got the things. Not to mention escaping from District 9, at least he had to stay away from the urban area first.

He planned the route last week: first go out of the west of the city, then go all the way north, pass the suburban forest, there is a small town that can be used as a transit point, go there first to settle down and find out the situation.

If there is no problem, turn back. If there is a problem, dive into the scavenging area further north, and if that doesn't work, go into the deeper ruins area.

Buzz buzz --

The phone vibrates. It's a message from Ma Bin, or an MMS.

Text: Sorry, it happened suddenly, and I didn't have time to inform you. I solved Boss Zheng, but I left a breath. According to the agreement, the last knife must be left for you. Meet here in 2 hours at xxxxxxxx.

Picture: Zheng Si's face is covered with blood and he is tied to a chair with his head drooping.jpg

Feng Mu glanced at the MMS and sighed: "Ma Bin is really hypocritical. He obviously didn't inform me on purpose because he was afraid that I would cause trouble when I arrived."

"Hehe --, the blackmail money promised to me in advance is just a tacit understanding between us, but it's really beautiful when you talk about it."

"You left a breath for me?"

Feng Mu sneered in his heart. If he really wanted to avenge Wang Wei, he might really go to the appointment in a fit of anger.

Unfortunately, Feng Mu was not hypocritical, he was full of lies, he didn't even know who Wang Wei was~

--I didn't make a move, so I won't take your head, you do it for me

Text editing...

The message has not been edited yet, and another text message is received, and it is sent directly to his own mobile phone number.

--Encrypted text message.

Feng Mu was stunned. There was no number in the sender position, only a note prompt: This text message cannot be monitored, cannot be tracked, and will be automatically destroyed 1 minute after reading.

Text message content: Deep diver of fate, your offline has been activated, please go to the secret contact point xxxxxxx within 1 hour to receive it, and receive the secret message-my face is not my face!

Feng Mu's pupils almost shrank into needle points, and the expression on his face gradually became weird.

It's nothing, the place agreed by Ma Bin and the address of the secret contact point in the encrypted text message are exactly the same, but the agreed time is 1 hour different.

At the same time, a line of prompt boxes quietly popped up on Feng Mu's retina.

[The 1% reward for inheritance has arrived. Please go find your courier to claim it. I wish you a happy game! ]

Feng Mu: “???”

Feng Mu: “.…….”