Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 464 Misunderstanding? Camera!

The correspondent stared blankly at the large screen with interrupted signal and full of snowy noise.

"The face at the end is Feng Ju?!"

Although the surveillance footage stopped abruptly, the glimpse was clear enough.

"It seems that I misunderstood him. He did go to the sewer to chase [Masked], and..."

The commissioner narrowed his eyes.
"Is he almost catching up with [Mask]?!!"

Although there was still a trace of doubt in his heart, where did Feng Ju see [Mask] sneaking into the underground well? But the facts before him were enough to dispel his previous doubts.

"Perhaps, we can give him another chance." The special envoy thought to himself.

There was no point in chasing him into the sewer at this moment.

He did not initially accept Feng Ju's judgment and did not follow him in pursuit. Now it is obviously too late to take action.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

The true face of [Mask] has been exposed to the entire District 9. Even if he hides temporarily, how long can he hide?
The corners of the special envoy's lips curled up in a confident arc, but a trace of solemnity flashed across his eyes.

He thought to himself:

"However, the strength displayed by [Mask] is a bit tricky. As expected of a host parasitized by the evil priest, its almost abnormal evolution speed is really terrifying."

"If we rely on Feng Ju alone for the next operation, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

His gloomy eyes swept across the campus and fell on the Third Team of the Investigation Bureau that was fighting monsters, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The special envoy's fingertips unconsciously stroked the buttons on his collar. He lost interest in the campus stage play that was about to end and left quietly.

....
The aftermath of the explosion was still buzzing in Deng Jiajia's eardrums.

She struggled to open her eyelids, but her vision was still dark.

She felt a warm touch on the back of her head, and then she realized that she was pressing on Tang An's back, and he had become her human cushion.

The other person's face was immersed in muddy sewage, and his pale skin had turned purple due to lack of oxygen.

"Ahem."

She suddenly turned her head and spat out a mouthful of blood, and gravel fell from her hair.

When she tried to prop herself up, she suddenly felt something cold and slippery crawling down her collarbone.

It was a fat rat that was stunned.

Deng Jia Jia jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, and the ball of wet black hair fell into the sewage with a "pop".

This startled her and she woke up completely. Her fingers instinctively reached for her clothes pocket.

"God bless the memory card"

She trembled as she reached for her chest pocket, until her fingertips touched the hard piece of metal, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

Only after confirming that the memory card was not deformed or damaged did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Tang An! Wake up!" She knelt down and slapped her companion's pale and purple face.

The moment Tang An woke up, he curled up like a shrimp, pressing his left rib tightly with his right hand, cold sweat mixed with dirty water dripping from his chin.

"The ribs may be broken." Every word he said was like he was swallowing a razor blade.

The two of them struggled to get up and went to look for Ren Xuan, but they were both stunned when they saw Ren Xuan.

Half of the rusty iron pipe pierced through Ren Xuan's thigh, nailing him to the collapsed pipe wall like a specimen.

Broken bones and tendons were exposed in the turbid air, and black blood was flowing along the twisted metal pipes.

The most terrifying thing was that he was still twitching while conscious, and his fingers left ten bloody marks on the slippery ground.

"help me"

Ren Xuan's pupils had dilated and pink blood foam was oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Deng Jia Jia and Tang An grabbed the rusty iron pipe at the same time, but they couldn't pull it out at all.

"Try again!" Tang An's voice changed.

Just as he exerted force again, there were sudden scratching sounds all around him.

At first it sounded like raindrops hitting a tin roof, but soon it became a rustling sound like a tide. The rats that were stunned by the explosion woke up one after another, and one by one they poked their heads out of the cracks, their dust-stained noses twitching wildly.

The smell of blood stimulated them like a dinner bell, and the first suicide squad had already jumped up Ren Xuan's trouser leg.

“Ah! Get out of here! Get out—”

Ren Xuan's screams echoed in the pipe as he tried in vain to slap the rat that was gnawing at his thigh.

But that only caused more mice to climb up his arms, and one particularly fat one jumped directly into his face, sweeping its tail across his open mouth.

Deng Jiajia took a half step back: "The iron pipe is inserted too deep, we can't pull it out."

She paused, her voice trembling but cruelly rational:

"And even if we pull it out, your legs are broken, and we can't outrun the mouse even if we both hold you up."

Tang An's face was paler than a dead person.

There was still a stench of rat hair in his mouth, and his stomach was cramping wildly.

Ren Xuan's blood-stained fingers suddenly grabbed his ankle.

"Don't go."

The pair of dying eyes were wide open, the pupils had dilated to the edges, but they were still staring at Tang An.

Tang An suddenly pulled his legs back, retreating more skillfully than Deng Jiajia.

"Camera!" Deng Jiajia suddenly shouted, "We can't throw away the material!"

This sentence seemed to press a switch. Tang An hurriedly bent down and pulled the camera that was stuck upside down next to the other person out from a pile of rocks.

He couldn't pull out the iron pipe inserted into Ren's thigh, nor could he pull out the half-buried camera, but his adrenaline surged and he pulled it out in one go.

He took out the memory card breathlessly and nodded at Deng Jiajia.

Both of them looked at Feng Ju who was unconscious not far away.

Feng Ju's nose was obviously crooked, and a camera was pressed against his chin.

Just as Deng Jia Jia touched the nylon strap, Feng Ju's mechanical prosthesis suddenly made a "click" sound. His dark fingers twitched, and he subconsciously grabbed the camera next to his face, his eyelids trembling slightly.

The two of them retracted their hands as if they had been electrocuted and looked at each other.

"Walk."

Deng Jiajia wiped the blood off her face and said sternly:
"It's too late. If we delay any longer, we will both turn into rat droppings."

Tang An turned around in horror, took a look, and immediately followed Deng Jiajia without looking back.

The two men fled, one step deep and one step shallow. The scream of Ren Xuan behind them suddenly became louder and then stopped abruptly like a severed tape.

Instead, there was a tide of gnawing sounds, the sound of hundreds of pairs of incisors tearing flesh and blood, interweaving in the pipes into a farewell ending theme.

Feng Ju's eyelids seemed to be sewn with lead weights, and every tremor tore the hideous wounds on his face. His right eye was completely covered with solidified blood scabs, and in the vision of his left eye, the whole world was covered with a scarlet filter.

"cough"

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with broken teeth, and the joints of his mechanical arm made a hissing sound as air pressure was released.

When the metal palm supported the ground, ripples appeared in the pool of blood in the sewage.

The knuckles of his left hand touched the deformed bridge of his nose - it had been twisted into a strange angle, and the slightest touch caused a piercing pain.

Feng Ju stood up shakily, his left eye's vision half obscured by blood. He reached out and touched it, and found that the bridge of his nose was obviously deformed.

Feng Ju's face was gloomy. He casually pulled out the glass fragment stuck in his brow bone, bringing out a string of blood beads.

There were still a few eyelashes stuck on the broken glass, which he flicked into the dirty water.

He looked down at the camera with a shattered screen at his feet, then turned to the rat-covered mound not far away - there a pale hand suddenly stretched upwards, its five fingers twisted into a desperate grasp.

Feng Ju's gaze stayed on the hand for less than a second, as if he was scanning an insignificant piece of trash.

He turned to the collapsed shaft. Twisted steel bars protruded from the concrete, just like his violent mood at the moment.

He walked forward, took a few steps, then suddenly stopped. As if possessed by a ghost, he turned back to where he was, bent down, picked up the broken camera, and hung it on his shoulder.

The camera on the shoulder swayed slightly with each step, and the broken lens cover hit the metal arm, making a regular clicking sound...

(End of this chapter)