Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 486 Gift, Puppet Mother’s Fear?

"Next time, and next time?!!"

Even when his head was clamped by the beast's giant paw and his skull made a "crunching" sound under the heavy weight, Zuo Bai had never been as frightened as he was at this moment.

But the moment the words "visit" entered his eardrums, the blood in his body seemed to freeze into ice.

"Isn't this over yet?!!"

"Next time, you'll go directly for my real body. After all, you'll have to come and visit me..."

Chi-

The beast's giant palm, like a palm-leaf fan, twisted lightly, taking off Zuo Bai's head and interrupting his thoughts.

The broken neck is so smooth that it looks like it has great artistic value.

Especially the missing ears, which add a unique beauty to this head.

The beast pulled out a huge handkerchief from his tactical waist bag and carefully wrapped his head with it.

Then he took out a spray from his pocket. The moment the special liquid touched his skin, Zuo Bai's pale face suddenly turned strangely red, as if he had just fallen asleep.

“Gifts given to others must be kept fresh.”

The beast raised its head happily, then moved closer and sniffed gently:

"It's mint flavored, he should like it, right?"

Zhao Jingyi covered her mouth tightly and watched in horror as her mentor's head was easily chopped off.

"The instructor's strength shouldn't be so weak. Even though it was just a cloned body, the instructor didn't dare to resist too much the whole time, but cooperated with the other party to take off his head?!!"

"Just like me before, I would not dare to disobey my mentor even if I was about to die. My mentor would rather be beheaded than make these people unhappy..."

Zhao Jingyi was greatly shocked, and her heart suffered an incomparable impact.

If her previous fear of [fate] was still one-sided and superficial, and only stayed on some reported data, now she had the strongest and most intuitive feeling.

At that moment, fear, shock and awe surged and boiled in her heart, and finally turned into boiling gratitude and a devout sense of belonging.

The gratitude is directed to Zheng Hang;

The sense of belonging is to [destiny].

Although from her perspective, Zheng Hang was just an intern of [Destiny], and as a secret subordinate discovered by Zheng Hang, she was not even an external member of [Destiny].

But Zhao Jingyi felt that at this moment, her soul had completely submitted to fate.

She raised her hands and walked out slowly from her hiding place:

"Don't do it,"

Her voice was slightly trembling, but very clear.

"I have a secret to tell you. Actually, I am..."

"What a coincidence."

A cold voice suddenly interrupted her. The MC had stood in front of her without her noticing. His fingers were stroking the trigger of the sniper rifle. His white eyes were fixed on her, and he said with a half-smile:
"We also happen to have a secret. We need your cooperation."

.........

In the end, Feng Yuhuai couldn't find where the blue and white car carrying her father had gone.

She swung the red string and left the community worriedly.

There was thick smoke from the explosion on the distant highway. She didn't dare to go over there at all. She just controlled one eyeball and floated past with the wind like a kite.

The asphalt road was clogged with burning car wreckage, and a headless body in a white coat stood in the middle of the road.

The four people standing next to the corpse looked like characters from a lunatic asylum:

The voluptuous lady in ten-centimeter high heels, her lips stained with blood;

The MC in a smart suit held a long gun in his hand;
A bald, slovenly man was wearing slippers in the smoke; a burly, muscular man was gently tying a bow on the package in his arms.

"What kind of strange combination is this...?"

Feng Yuhuai hadn't finished his complaints when his eyes suddenly fixed on the headless corpse.

Although the head was gone, the white coat vaguely reminded her of something.

"No way……"

Feng Yuhuai carefully controlled her eyeballs to move down a little bit. She wanted to see a little more clearly.

But at the moment when his sight focused, a biting chill suddenly seeped out from his soul.

Her lips suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and a long-lost baby voice escaped from between her teeth:
"Don't look there...go, hurry—"

Before Feng Yuhuai had time to think, his body twisted 90 degrees backwards below the waist like a puppet.

"My body is running away?" Feng Yuhuai was horrified to find that he had become a bystander.

Yes, flee.

Her body swung wildly between the buildings like a puppet, so fast that she didn't even leave an afterimage in the air. It was several times faster than if she could control it herself.

It really means: the person is running on the ground, and the eyes are chasing in the sky, but they can never catch up.

After running for about ten miles, Feng Yuhuai came to the rooftop of an abandoned unfinished building. He suddenly stopped. The eyeball in the sky reeled in with a "whoosh" and hit its palm with a "pop".

"It's dirty! I can't keep it!!!"

The eerie baby voice suddenly rose in pitch, and the angry voice made my scalp numb.

Her right hand suddenly clenched uncontrollably, and her five fingers clenched tightly together.

"Paji——"

The eyeball exploded in the palm of his hand, and the fine crystal residue scattered, was swept away by the howling wind, and disappeared into the night sky.

A full half minute later.

Feng Yuhuai suddenly had violent convulsions and his whole body was shaking as if he had been hit by a high voltage electric current.

The moment her consciousness took over her body again, she almost fell to her knees.

She slowly lowered her head and looked at the residue left on her palm, her face terribly gloomy.

"Ah"

She sneered in an ambiguous tone and swiped her phone open with her finger.

In the front camera, the dark eye sockets look like a bottomless dry well.

The newly woven eyeballs are certainly usable, but they lack that sense of freshness.

Feng Yuhuai touched the outline of his empty eye sockets and frowned:

"No, why are my eyes dirty? Isn't your mysophobia a bit too serious?!"

Feng Yuhuai bit his lip, and his only remaining eye flashed a strange red light:
"The Puppet Mother seems to be very afraid to get close to those people. What is so special about them?"

Feng Yuhuai felt a strong curiosity and an extremely dangerous idea grew in his heart.

But she remembered that the puppet mother was parasitizing her, waiting for her to mature, and then hatch out of her body and come into the world. So, assuming she could blend in with those people, or find a way to be like them.

So when that day comes, will the Puppet Mother still dare to be born from my body?

Facing the most hopeless end of the future, Feng Yuhuai seemed to have found some ideas to solve the problem.

"You're thinking too far ahead. The puppet mother needs to wait until I mature before she can hatch. My top priority now is to hide and avoid being caught by the Executive Government. It would be best if I could escape directly from District 9..."

at the same time.

The lights had been turned off long ago and the building was in darkness. In the deepest part of the office of the Chief Councillor, the Chief Councillor was sitting on the sofa, watching the images that were repeatedly played on the projection screen...
(End of this chapter)