Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 466 What the hell is live streaming? ! !

The wall and pipe walls collapsed, and spider-web-like cracks spread wildly with the hole pierced by the fist as the center.

Rocks fell and smoke filled the air.

The figure of my father Feng Ju gradually became clear - the mechanical arm was emitting pungent white smoke, the police uniform was soaked in blood and turned dark red, and his left eye was completely covered with blood scabs.

But none of these attracted her attention.

Her eyes were fixed on the camera on her father's shoulder.

The cracked lens was facing her. The recording indicator light was off, but the dark lens was like a bottomless whirlpool, swallowing up all her attention.

A chill ran up my spine, a completely different feeling from the one I had when I faced the monster before.

The former is dark, eerie, damp and cold, while the latter is chilling under the scorching sun.

"Yu Huai.....Great, you're okay!"

Her father's hoarse call brought her back to reality.

Feng Yuhuai struggled to tear his gaze away from the terrifying camera and looked into Feng Ju's bloodshot eyes.

The emotions surging in those eyes were too strong. She couldn't understand them, nor did she dare to read them.

"dad"

Her face showed a genuine panic, and her voice trembled:

"There are monsters in the school, in the sewers, everywhere"

Feng Yuhuai staggered forward and slowly moved towards Feng Ju, like a frightened and helpless girl, wanting to embrace the safe arms of her father.

"Don't be afraid, Dad is coming!"

Feng Ju nodded subconsciously, but his muscles remained tense.

This warning was naturally not directed at Feng Yuhuai, but at the monsters that might be hiding in the sewers.

He quickly looked around and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Not far behind Feng Yuhuai, a huge charred corpse was crawling quietly.

The monster's carbonized body was covered with arms that stretched out like withered branches. Even though it was dead, it still looked terrifying, like a spider.

What's even more creepy is that at the end of those arms there are five fingers that look like human hands, which are now curled up quietly.

"What the hell is this?"

Feng Ju's scalp tingled, and a chill instinctively surged in his heart, as if he was being watched by some invisible danger. He subconsciously clenched his fists:

"Yu Huai, those monsters that chased you down... where are they?"

Feng Yuhuai followed Feng Ju's line of sight and glanced at the charred spider corpse: "..."

Feng Yuhuai was slightly startled, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he spoke timidly:
"I...I don't know..."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, with a slight tremor, as if she was really frightened.

"There are other monsters in the sewers. The ones chasing me... were attracted away by other monsters."

While she was choosing her words, she was secretly observing her father's expression, trying to get a clue from it.

However, her heart was in turmoil.

Her little finger bent unconsciously, hidden in the palm of her hand, and was quietly moving, gradually turning into a bright red line.

“What’s going on? Father doesn’t sound like he knows where those monsters went. He probably didn’t see me fighting those monsters.

What about the camera on his body? Did it capture anything that shouldn’t be captured?”

These thoughts made my stomach suddenly cramp.

Fear, anxiety and suspicion surged in my stomach, and eventually all turned into a burning feeling of...hunger.

She stared at the blood oozing from her father's brow, saliva constantly secreting from between her teeth. "Then I heard an explosion, and I thought there was a rescue..."

Feng Yuhuai walked three steps in front of Feng Ju and swallowed her saliva:

"I didn't expect it was you, Dad!!"

If it was the father in his memory, this distance would be enough for Feng Yuhuai to take action.

But, perhaps it was the awe and love for his father deep in his heart that made Feng Yuhuai want to give his father a long-lost hug.

She didn't dare to face her father's gaze...eat him!
That's too cruel. From this perspective, Feng Yuhuai's feelings for her father far exceed those for her best friends.

Feng Ju could smile even if he died.

Of course, in addition to the fact that her daughter was suppressed by her father's natural bloodline, Feng Yuhuai also had a deeper fear in her heart. She once suspected that her father was also secretly parasitized by the evil sacrifice like herself.

So once she takes action, she must be extremely careful and make sure to deliver a fatal blow, and never give her father any chance to transform.

“Is it possible that my father was acting with himself?”

Feng Yuhuai kept thinking in his heart that this possibility did exist.

After all, his talent in disguise and acting could not possibly be inherited from his mother, Wang Xiuli.

Thinking about it this way, it is most likely that it was inherited from his father Feng Ju.

The sound of water seepage in the distance suddenly became more frequent.

"Captain Feng, I finally found you!"

The sudden shout interrupted the tender affection between father and daughter, and two beams of strong flashlight light shot across from the side pipes.

Then, there were more sporadic footsteps approaching, all of them were "just like" Feng Yuhuai, attracted by the violent explosion.

Feng Yuhuai's toes suddenly stopped, and the red line on the palm of his hand silently turned back into fingers.

She swallowed the saliva in her mouth and managed to squeeze out a voice:
"Dad, your team members are here."

Feng Ju hummed, touched his deformed nose bridge with his index finger, then restrained the tenderness on his face and immediately switched back to the cold and majestic appearance of the captain of the patrol station.

The team members who came running over gasped: "Captain Feng, why can't you get through on your intercom?"

Feng Ju's walkie-talkie was with Dong Ping, and Dong Ping had probably been... eaten by rats in his attempt to save him.

He looked around and sure enough, he didn't see Dong Ping.

He looked around slowly, and sure enough, he didn't see Dong Ping's familiar figure.

An indescribable grief spread in his heart, but he held it back and didn't show it on his face.

He didn't explain much to the team members, but frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

The team members quickly stood at attention and answered loudly:
"Reporting to Captain Feng, the special commissioner has just conveyed an order for everyone to evacuate the shaft and prepare for the next action plan to capture [Mask]."

Feng Ju was slightly stunned: "What do you mean?"

The team member hesitated for a moment, and replied with a slightly strange look on his face:
"It is said that the true identity of the [mask] has been confirmed through the live broadcast, and the next step is to launch a targeted capture operation..."

Feng Ju's mind was full of question marks, and he almost blurted out: "Live broadcast? Where does the live broadcast come from?"

All the team members shook their heads. They were so confused in this dark and damp sewer shaft that they had no time to slack off and watch the live broadcast.

After a long while, a team member finally answered Feng Ju's question:
“It seems that a reporter from Prism TV secretly captured the true face of [Mask], and it was broadcast live.

Now, apart from us, everyone in District 9 probably already knows what the [Mask] looks like."

Feng Yuhuai, who was standing nearby, lowered her head. Her dumbfounded expression was reflected in the dirty water. She could no longer hear anything in her ears, only two words kept echoing in her ears:
"live streaming???"

"live streaming--!!!"

(End of this chapter)