Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 554: A Profound Understanding of [Destiny]

Dong Ping has been plagued by bad luck recently. First, he was framed by Feng Ju and died tragically. But after he was resurrected from the dead, the bad luck still lingered.

His attempt to seek revenge on Feng Ju's children failed repeatedly and he was beaten up instead.

After several setbacks, he finally realized the truth that "the misfortune should not affect his wife and children", and decided to take Feng Ju's life.

As a "living corpse" pawned to corpse catchers, Dong Ping's execution ability is now a thousand times greater than when he was alive.

Soon he found an opportunity where Feng Ju was alone, in the alley behind the police station.

In order to conceal his tracks, he chose to take revenge when she was alone, so as not to alert others and bring disaster to his wife and children who were still alive.

His sharp claws shot out from the air and ripped open his enemy's stomach in an instant. To vent his anger, he even stuffed a few mice into his stomach.

But he didn't die yet!

It was clear that his abdomen had been cut open and his intestines had been removed, with rats crawling inside his stomach, but Feng Ju still stood upright.

What the hell? ! !
At that moment, Dong Ping suddenly smelled a strong smell of death, and suddenly realized:

The enemy had already died, and his current state was very similar to mine!

Dong Ping was horrified and fled.

Feng Ju is dead?

Then I just killed him again. Does that mean I succeeded in my revenge?
The taxi driver looked at Dong Ping who escaped back into the car. The resentment of his client was like a split stream, half of which was dissipating, while the other half was becoming darker.

People are no longer able to do it.

He also didn't know whether Dong Ping's revenge had been successful or whether he should fulfill the pawn contract.

I feel successful, but also feel unsuccessful. It feels like I’m halfway through taking a shit!

Schrodinger's Revenge? ! !

The taxi driver was already feeling very discouraged, thinking that this corpse recovery and pawning business was going to fail completely.

He and Dong Ping sat in the car, staring at each other, and neither of them knew what to say to comfort the other.

at this time.

The car door was suddenly opened.

The driver frowned and subconsciously wanted to drive the person away:
"Sorry, I have to hand over my shift..."

The last word "了" got stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit it out.

Only then did he see clearly that the man was wearing a black robe as thick as night, with a non-reflective black iron mask on his face, and a pair of shackles in his hands that glowed with a cold light.

Dark red spots could be vaguely seen on the chain, it was unclear whether they were rust or dried blood stains.

Although few people in District 9 have seen this costume and makeup, everyone in District 9 knows his vicious name - the Night Watchman, respectfully known as the Black King of Hell.

For all evil organizations, the most feared blacklist is always their peers [fate].

On the other white list, Black Yama is not ranked first, but is definitely among the top.

"You want to refuse the ride?!"

The Black King of Hell’s voice was as hoarse as a crow’s cry, and it made one’s whole body creep.

Because the temperature inside the car suddenly plummeted, the windows were instantly covered with pale ice flowers, and even the exhaled breath condensed into white mist.

The driver shook his head like a rattle, how could he dare to say a word?
If he dares to say even half a "no", tomorrow the title of "corpse catcher" will be missing two characters, leaving only the middle character.

By then, no colleagues will come to pick up his body.

Dong Ping had already quietly touched the car door handle, ready to slip away.

But when the Black King of Hell called out the name of the "destination" on the navigation system, he paused and sat back down as if possessed by a ghost. ——What are you afraid of?
He is already a dead man, can the Black King of Hell bring him back to life?
As a result, the shabby taxi went completely crazy due to the harsh prompt sound of the navigation.

He had never driven so fast in his life, and the soles of his feet were completely welded to the accelerator.

Not to mention the red light, he didn't even dare to stop even if there was a hail of bullets ahead.

When the car stopped, he suddenly realized that the entire car was being pointed at by a circle of gun muzzles, and red laser dots were moving densely on the body of the car.

"The navigation position shows that the person is right below."

The driver said tremblingly.

The night watchman Raven completely ignored the circle of gun muzzles. He got out of the car and coughed twice:
"lead the way!"

The driver seemed to be pardoned. He rushed to the wellhead and jumped down without hesitation.

Dong Ping gritted his teeth and followed closely behind.

Raven turned his neck and glanced at the armored command vehicle with his dark eye sockets. His black robe fluttered without wind and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Hold!"

Zhou Jian kicked open the car door, his face gloomy enough to drip water.
"Why is the Night Watchman here, Mad? Could the report be true? Is [Destiny] really hiding here?"

The deputy captain's face changed when he heard this, and he quickly lowered his voice and said:
"Should we continue cleaning?"

Normal business competition would change its nature if it really involved [fate].

Zhou Jian's face was uncertain, and he rolled the body parts on the ground with his military boots, and said through his teeth:
"Last time, I helped the special commissioner wipe out a [Fate] team, but we were met with [Fate]'s revenge the next time. There were heavy casualties in the camp, and even the hidden door was blown to pieces."

Zhou Jian said with lingering fear:
"I only heard about it before, but I really saw it last time. The Fates are really a group of fearless lunatics. We, the Survey Corps, should just guard the Hidden Gate and do business. There's no need to rush into trouble and provoke a group of lunatics."

The vice-captain nodded repeatedly, approving of this move:
"Captain, that's very thoughtful."

He was promoted to the position of deputy captain because the previous deputy captain died in that revenge action of [Fate], and he didn't want to give it to the next person so soon.

It is a merit to act under the guise of [fate], but it is a death sentence to really fight [fate].

Previously, [Destiny] had been active in the Upper City. The Survey Corps lacked a correct understanding of [Destiny] and were deceived by the special envoy.

Now, they have learned a bitter lesson and have deeply understood two truths.

First, the [Destiny] sign is really useful;

Second, [fate] really cannot be easily touched.

It's not that they are afraid of [fate], but the risk outweighs the gain, just like the Survey Corps will not be afraid of a mere Night Watchman, but also do not want to invite huge trouble for no reason.

The terror or deterrence that one person can bring is limited, but the terror and deterrence brought by an organization formed by a group of terrifying people is beyond imagination.

"retreat!"

Zhou Jian sat back in the command vehicle.

In a flash, the steel-like convoy changed direction, leaving behind only shattered debris and streets scorched by artillery fire.

On the outskirts of the town, those "lice" who had managed to escape poked their heads out from behind their shelters.

They stared blankly at the receding armored convoy, then pounced on the ruins like hyenas, rummaging through the flesh and rubble with their fingers. Every time they found something usable, greed would gleam in their cloudy eyes.

The old cripple skillfully rummaged with an iron hook and laughed excitedly. He found a relatively intact liver and quickly wrapped it in an ice pack.

Behind him, three teenagers were fighting over a shovel and were bleeding.

Living companions are companions, and dead companions are "food" that cannot be wasted. This is the rule of scavengers and the law of survival outside the iron forest.

It’s just that all the lice carefully avoid the holes in the underground shafts when looking for “food”, and try to avoid them as much as possible…
(End of this chapter)