Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 380 The maximum passenger capacity of a corpse transport vehicle is.
The voice-activated light at the entrance of the corridor lit up, stretching out two unfamiliar shadows on the ground.

The two men were just standing at the door, but Li Shang, who opened the door, felt as if he was shrouded by two terrifying shadows, and his heart was beating fast.

To the left of the two men was a giant as tall as an iron tower, with shoulders that were even wider than a door. He just stood there quietly, and the lights above his head seemed to be distorted, making him feel as if one foot had already stepped into the gates of hell.

The man on the right had a much more normal figure, but the expression on his face was more sinister, his eyes were cold, and it seemed as if a dark green poisonous snake was lurking in his pupils, and the corners of his lips were curled up in a sinister smile with ill intentions.

The two men said nothing, but the undisguised aura from their bodies was just short of having the word "murderer" branded on their foreheads.

And he is definitely not an ordinary murderer, but the most vicious kind who would slaughter entire families at will.

"Captain Li, someone from the prison is here to pick me up. I wanted to chat with Captain Li for a while, but it looks like I have to leave now."

Feng Mu appeared behind Li Shang and patted Li Shang's shoulder gently.

Li Shang immediately realized that the two people at the door were brought by Feng Mu. He quickly stepped aside and forced a friendly smile at Feng Mu.

Feng Mu walked out the door, turned around and waved to Li Shang:
"I am very happy today. I have become friends with Captain Li. Goodbye."

Li Shang was ten times happier than Feng Mu. He was extremely glad that he finally agreed to be friends with Feng Mu. Otherwise, he might have been killed by now.

"I am very happy too!"

Li Shang took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound more enthusiastic, and then added,
"goodbye!"

Feng Mu turned around and left with a smile. Gong Qi naturally put the black coat on Feng Mu's back. Li Bashan followed them indifferently, as if he was covering them with a thicker raincoat with his towering figure.

After watching the three figures disappear at the end of the corridor, Li Shang finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had just struggled to surface from the deep sea.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and his fingers touched something cold. He lowered his head and felt that the shirt on his back was already soaked.

He shook his head, barely suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, turned around and closed the door, as if this could isolate the danger from the outside world.

Just as he sat back on the sofa, he heard hurried footsteps in the corridor again, and each footstep seemed to hit his nerves.

He frowned, immediately stood up and walked to the door. This time he did not open the door directly, but glanced through the peephole twice before opening the door with a gloomy face.

This time, the people standing outside the door were actually Chang Erbing and a team of his detectives.

However, at this moment, they were all pale and anxious, and even looked obviously panicked, which was completely different from their previous arrogant and arrogant demeanor. They were like a group of wilted eggplants.

Li Shang's face darkened and he raised his hand to stop them, allowing only Chang Erbing to enter the house, while the others were left outside.

He turned and walked into the room, his voice low: "What's going on? You're so slow?"

After Chang Erbing entered the room, his expression changed.

He lowered his head to glance at his toes, as if he didn't dare to look directly into Li Shang's eyes. After a moment, he lowered his voice and spoke:
"Captain Li, we have actually been here for a long time... but we were stopped by a group of prison guards at the bottom of the building just now. It's not that we are not strong enough."

Li Shang frowned even more tightly: "Speak!"

Chang Erbing lowered his voice, with obvious fear in his tone:
"About a dozen prison guards, wearing the same uniform, stood in a row at the door, each holding a gun, and not letting the brothers in."

"Captain Li, you know our brothers. When they are handling cases, they will definitely draw their guns when something happens."

"But this time it's different. The word 'prison guard' has the word 'police' in it, so the brothers are more or less cautious. If the gun goes off, the nature of the matter will be different, and it will definitely cause big trouble for you, Captain Li."

His voice got lower and lower, and finally it was almost a whisper, as if he was afraid of being heard. "But those prison guards downstairs, they all seem to have no scruples at all, the murderous intent in their eyes cannot be faked, they really dare to do anything, even..."

Chang Erbing suddenly paused when he said this, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes were vague, as if he had returned to the suffocating scene downstairs again.

He swallowed and added:
"In fact, they are all ready to take action, and they are eager to draw their guns and shoot at their brothers. They don't care about their skin or their lives."

"Brothers are not afraid of death, it's just..."

Chang Erbing didn't seem to know how to describe the feeling specifically. Anyway, he felt that it was not their fault.

He paused, as if he was racking his brains for a way to describe it, but in the end he shook his head, obviously unable to find the right word.

With a dry mouth, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a big gulp to calm himself down. Tea dripped down his chin, but he was unaware and said in a trembling voice:
"Captain Li, seriously, those prison guards from the Second Prison have crazy eyes!"

Li Shang suddenly stood up, walked quickly to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain.

The rain outside the window was falling sparsely, wetting the ground into a dark mirror, blurring the outlines of tall buildings and street lamps. The glaring car lights looked particularly cold in the rainy night.

The umbrellas were open in the rain, like a bunch of abrupt and solemn black flowers. The people under the umbrellas moved in unison, holding the umbrella handles with both hands and slightly bowing.

As the shadows of the umbrellas overlapped, raindrops slid down from the umbrella brims like fine beads, splashing tiny water droplets on the ground.

Under the umbrella, Feng Mu walked with tall and graceful steps, followed closely by two figures, one tall and one short.

Li Shang's gaze followed involuntarily, and he saw Feng Mu slowly walking towards a black car parked on the side of the road.

The car door was respectfully opened early in the morning, and the shadow of the umbrella moved with him, accurately blocking the raindrops until he gracefully sat in the car, and the umbrella was quickly folded away.

Li Shang narrowed his eyes and applied a little force with his fingertips, and the curtains were opened a little wider.

His eyes followed the people holding umbrellas and found that their movements were in unison, even the direction in which they folded their umbrellas was consistent, as if they were a group of carefully controlled puppets, or a group of skins controlled by one brain.

If it was rehearsed, it would be outrageous; if it was not rehearsed, it would be even more outrageous!

In a few seconds, the group returned to their cars.

Following closely behind, a row of low-key black vehicles started one after another.

The low roar of the engine pierced through the rain, and the tires rolled over the puddles, splashing water that sparkled like broken diamonds under the lights.

The convoy was like a speeding black snake, its taillights casting cold rays of light against the backdrop of the dim street lights until it disappeared into the night.

Outside the window, silence returned again, with only the sparse sound of rain hitting the ground, like an unfinished low-pitched melody, carrying a certain disturbing lingering sound.

Li Shang let go of the curtain and let the corner of fabric fall slowly, covering everything outside the window.

He turned around, sat back on the sofa, and drank his tea in silence.

I put down the teacup, but the last scene I saw lingered in my mind.

If he saw it correctly, the last vehicle that mixed in at the end of the convoy seemed to be the incinerator's... corpse transporter?

Li Shang's fingertips tapped the edge of the teacup unconsciously, making a slight "ding ding" sound.

His thoughts drifted uncontrollably to a horrifying question: What is the maximum passenger capacity of a corpse truck...? .
(End of this chapter)