Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 553 The best business card for business is.
The moment the artillery fire came, the whole world turned orange-red.

The old man's skinny arms gripped Feng Yuhuai like an iron clamp, using her as a human shield in front of him, although this did not allow him to live even three seconds longer.

But Feng Yuhuai managed to escape death again.

Feng Yuhuai's consciousness was shattered in the explosion, but he gradually regained consciousness during the fall.
Her body was blown into pieces and fell from a great height, spinning. She landed right where a pit was created by the artillery fire, exposing an abandoned sewer at the bottom of the pit.

Pieces of flesh and bones pattered into the darkness.

Then, countless scarlet threads gushed out from the corpse like living things, interweaving, entwining, and reorganizing. In the blink of an eye, a brand new body was re-condensed.

Feng Yuhuai stroked his intact arm, with a sickly smile on his lips:

"As expected, fate has blessed me once again. Even the artillery fire is guiding me!"

The firepower net that could kill the old man couldn't kill her, but the old man who could kill her was killed by the firepower net. It's very strange!

The gunfire shattered the fist,
The fist crushed the evil sacrifice,
The evil sacrifice was reborn in the gunfire?

Feng Yuhuai seemed to have realized something. There seemed to be some kind of closed-loop relationship of mutual restraint between martial arts, technology, and evil sacrifices.

Feng Yuhuai couldn't be sure either. She lacked a systematic understanding of all of this and had no teacher to teach her, so she could only rely on self-exploration and understanding.

These fragmented insights were like a blind man touching an elephant in the dark, and she didn't know whether her insights were correct or not.

She shook her head and looked around, her expression complicated and unreadable:
"It's the sewer again. Is it my destiny to be connected to the sewer?"

Feng Yuhuai's fingertips suddenly pierced into his right eye socket, and with a sticky sound, an intact eyeball was dug out.

The adhered optic nerve is like a kite string, slowly extending in the air.

When the eyeball rose from the ground, it just caught the blood exploding on the old man's chest, and he fell forward straight.

"Grandpa~"

She suddenly smiled sweetly and flicked her fingers.

An almost transparent red line shot out from the fingertips, passing through the rubble at the edge of the crater like a venomous snake, and accurately pierced into the bruise between the old man's eyebrows.

"It's time to go home."

The index finger drew a circle elegantly, and the red line suddenly tightened.

Although her grandfather didn't want her and almost beat her to death, Feng Yuhuai repaid evil with kindness and never gave up, and still wanted to reunite with her grandfather.

She really made me cry to death.

The old man's body suddenly twitched, and then he flew along the ground like a lizard.

Puff puff puff!

A string of bullets came from behind him, but he dodged them without even turning his head, and then slid backwards at lightning speed towards a hole not far behind him.

While alive, he could not look back.

After being reborn, he can run backwards without restraint because his granddaughter's eyes can help him overlook the "small map".

Along with grandpa came four or so family members who were put together again. Ge Qingming was among them, but his arms and legs were not original.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as the head is still original.

Feng Yuhuai counted them and found that there were only five or six of his "family members" left out of the original large group.

Her nose felt sore and tears started to fall, but when she saw the new "grandfather", she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“Not a loss.”

She wiped her tears and muttered,
"Trading dozens of ordinary family members for a high-quality grandpa is a good deal."

From this moment on, Feng Yuhuai quietly raised her standards for "family". She gently stroked the old man's grayish cheek and said with a filial look on her face:
"Family is more valuable in quality than in quantity!"

Unfortunately, the new "grandfather" is of little use for the time being, and the body of the human puppet still needs to undergo sophisticated "family transformation" before it can exert its terrifying power before birth.

But now is obviously not the best time to carry out "parent-child activities", we have to escape first!
Although the fire net on the ground could not kill Feng Yuhuai, she had no intention of confronting the fire net head-on.

The technology is too terrifying. Our evil priest’s advantage does not lie in head-on combat.

It is hard to say whether the evil priest can fight against technology. Anyway, Feng Yuhuai feels that he, no, the puppet mother, probably cannot do it.

Puppet Mother: “…”

On the ground, the artillery fire gradually subsided.

Inside the command vehicle, Zhou Jian's brows knitted into knots, and he sneered:

"Interesting. How dare you steal the corpse in front of me? Go get some people and dig out the rat underground for me."

He suddenly kicked the car wall, and his roar made the communicator buzz:
"There are still [Destiny]'s accomplices on the run. Disperse the whole team! Turn this broken town upside down. I want to see every corner cleaned out."

The armored vehicle's door hydraulic system hissed open, and fully armed Survey Corps soldiers poured out like a tide.

They dispersed into the ruins in tactical formations, each pair of electronic goggles glowing scarlet in the darkness.

At the same time, several special forces soldiers had jumped into the underground shaft.

The vector thrusters under their feet lit up with a faint blue light, like a will-o'-the-wisp demanding death, and rushed towards the direction where Feng Yuhuai fled.
"Give up resistance and die immediately!"

The loudspeaker on top of the armored vehicle kept repeating this command, and the entire transit town was plunged into a severe cold that even artillery fire could not heat up.

Zhou Jian glanced at the signalman. The deputy captain's electronic eye immediately captured the signal and he immediately ordered:
"You go too."

The signalman quickly took off his headphones, picked up his rifle, and rushed out of the command vehicle.

"What an idiot!"

The moment the bulletproof door closed, the signalman heard the deputy captain's sneer.

When the deputy captain turned to Zhou Jian, his tone immediately became flattering:

"Don't worry, Captain. The main reason is that the camp was attacked by [Fate] last time, and one-third of our veterans were killed. This group of new recruits has not yet completed the ideological education work."

Zhou Jian frowned, waved his hand, and snorted:
"I really don't know why the higher-ups don't allow soldiers to be implanted with loyalty chips, but the children in the upper city have chips implanted in their skulls since birth. Ideological education is not as simple and reliable as ideological stamps. It's really..."

The deputy captain didn't dare to take up this sensitive topic at all. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead and he quickly changed the subject:

"However, congratulations to the captain for clearing out another [Fate] den. This is another great achievement. The corps commander will definitely be proud of you."

Zhou Jian smiled faintly:
"My father? Haha - in fact, it doesn't matter whether it is a credit or not. What is important is that after clearing this transit town, the goods shipped out of the Hidden Gate will increase in price by at least 30% in the next six months."

The deputy captain pretended to be suddenly enlightened and gave the captain a thumbs up, which made Zhou Jian laugh.

The Survey Corps is stationed at the Hidden Gate and relies on the world behind the Hidden Gate for their livelihood.

There are also ruins behind the hidden door. Although they are different from the old ruins, they are still called ruins. Those forbidden creations dug out from the ground are always 70% similar in function.

Therefore, behind the cleansing is normal business competition!
Bullets are the best business card!

Suddenly, the harsh sound of brakes suddenly tore through the smoke!
A rental car that was speeding diagonally stopped at the edge of the crater in an almost drifting posture. The moment the car door was violently kicked open, a figure shrouded in darkness walked out.

The machine-controlled firepower on the armored vehicle and the surrounding soldiers all raised their guns and aimed forward.

"What is that? Stop it!"

Zhou Jian's pupils suddenly shrank, and the deputy captain grabbed the microphone urgently, and his voice seemed to change...

(End of this chapter)