Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 532 How could it be you? ! !
The electronic lock made a soft "beep" sound, and the security door slowly opened.

The pale light in the corridor pierced into the dark entrance hall like a searchlight, casting a thin strip of light on the wooden floor.

At the end of this band of light, a vague human silhouette was vaguely visible.

"There seems to be someone in the room?"

The man who opened the door raised his voice suddenly, his fingers still frozen over the combination dial.

Upon hearing this, the warden on the left immediately raised his head and looked towards the door. In an instant, the two of them froze in place for a moment as if they had seen a ghost.

Is there really someone in the room?
But, how could there be someone in the room?

This is a hidden, unknown safe house that Stationmaster Lou prepared for the two of them!
The two of them widened their eyes at the same time and looked at the figure in the house, but they both ignored the flash bomb hanging on the inside of the door handle.

The flashbang was triggered by the movement of the door.

The next second, their retinas were completely burned by the scorching light.

It was as if real white light poured into the pupil, and the retina was flashed into a vast expanse of white.

"what--!"

They both screamed at the same time and instinctively covered their eyes with their hands.

But it was too late. All I could see was light, along with needle-like pain and uncontrollable tears.

The faint sound coming from the house made them completely sure that there was someone in the house.

"Why are you so late? We have been waiting for you two for a long time."

They changed taxis halfway out of caution, which delayed them some time, so naturally they were not as fast as the people in the house.

The voice in the house sounded vaguely familiar, but they were so frightened that they couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

The two men were filled with fear, unable to open their eyes, and could only retreat instinctively, shouting angrily:

"Who are you and how did you know we were coming here?"

This question did not require anyone in the room to answer. The moment they asked the question themselves, horrible associations emerged in their minds at the same time.

They both blurted out almost at the same time:

"Did Stationmaster Lou send you here? What does Lou Duan want to do?"

The man in the room neither denied nor admitted it, but just sneered disdainfully:
"Stationmaster Lou certainly hopes that you two will sleep here obediently."

The words were like an icicle piercing my spine.

"Why?" The two were full of doubts and couldn't understand why Lou Duan wanted to kill them.

Just half an hour ago, they were chatting happily with Lou Duan on the sofa, having a great time. How could he want to kill them in the blink of an eye?

However, before they had time to think, gunshots were heard in the house.

It was the standard pistol equipped by the prison system, and they were very familiar with the sound.

"elevator!"

The man on the right shouted in panic, and the two of them stumbled towards the elevator behind them like headless flies.

His hands frantically groped the wall, searching for the elevator button.

With a "ding" sound, the mechanical sound of the elevator door slowly opening was like the sound of nature.

But how can a door open faster than a bullet? Let the bullet fly for a while?

At the critical moment, the man on the left suddenly stretched out his hand to the right, and his muscular arms burst out with amazing strength, pulling the other person in front of him.

"you--"

Before the person on the right could react, the exclamation turned into a scream.

Several bullets penetrated his body one after another, and the impact made him shake like a sieve.

The combination of fear and blindness made him not know how many bullets hit him, nor where he was shot. He just felt as if he was shot everywhere, and blood was gushing out everywhere. The man on the left held the human sandbag tightly in front of him and retreated into the elevator.

His heart was beating as fast as a drum, his brain was blank, he didn't know if he had been shot or not, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

He blinked desperately, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. Tears mixed with the burning pain in his eyelids, and finally blurry light and shadows appeared in his vision.

The figure in the house did not chase out, and the elevator door was closing little by little.

He felt relieved and loosened the sandbag in front of him.

The human sandbag's face was covered with tears, and his vision had now recovered a little.

He was shot in the arms, stomach, and thighs. Blood bubbles gushed out of the bullet holes. His body went limp and he slid down the elevator door.

But he did not die immediately. Instead, he turned his neck and looked back, his eyes filled with deep resentment.

"Don't blame me,"

The man on the left gasped and let go of his hand, his voice trembling violently.

"The situation is urgent. I have no other choice, so I can only..."

His words stopped abruptly, and his scalp instantly felt extremely numb.

Because the look in the eyes of the companion in front of him was not only resentful, but also had a strange smile of happiness.

What was even more terrifying was that the other person's distorted gaze was clearly looking over his shoulder and behind him.

"There's someone behind me?!!"

His heart almost stopped beating and he instinctively shrank his waist and hid his head.

But the man behind him seemed to have predicted it, and his arm came from behind at a strange angle, hitting his arm directly like a snake's tail.

The snake's tail turned into five fingers, instantly gouging out five bloody holes.

As he traced along the meridians, four strips of scarlet flesh were torn off alive, revealing the white streaks and pale bones.

His five fingers never stopped, inserting into the gap between the elbow joints without exerting any force, just gently picking and pulling.

The flesh below the elbow was broken and fell to the ground freely.

"What a sinister and vicious finger force."

The warden, whose arm was broken in a sneak attack, was so terrified that his soul almost jumped out of his throat.

He was a warden after all, with the strength of a fourth-rank martial artist, but he was attacked first when he opened the door and then when he closed the door. He was first blinded by a flash of light and then suffered the pain of a broken arm.

After repeated attacks, he was unable to display his martial arts skills and he didn't even get to see the person's face. He was so frightened that his heart and liver were shattered, and even his courage to fight back was extinguished.

All his ruthlessness was wasted on his companions just now.

His body swayed, his feet went weak, and he fell sideways to the ground in a mess.

He simply stopped struggling to get up, but just twisted his neck desperately and slowly looked behind him.

A familiar and sinister smile came into view.

"How...how could it be you?!"

His eyes were wide open, their eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets, his mouth was wide open, and his tongue seemed to be tied into a knot by an invisible hand, and he stammered, unable to utter complete words.

"You...you are not Stationmaster Lou's man, you are Feng..."

Before he could finish his words, he was abruptly interrupted by a burst of teasing laughter.

Gong Qi slowly squatted down, raised his bloody finger slightly, and put it in front of his lips. With a sinister smile on his face, he said faintly:
"Shh, don't talk nonsense!"

"I, Gong Qike, have always been Stationmaster Lou's man. Otherwise, think about it, how could I have arrived here before you and wait for you?"

(End of this chapter)