Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 574 Hidden Door, Mobile Team
[The old tree on the grave] is fate?

own people?
Feng Mu felt a sense of absurdity.

It’s not that it’s absurd to kill your own people. After all, as a villain, killing your own people is a basic move.

Don't say that you didn't know you were one of us. Even if I knew you were one of us, I would have killed you. It's your fault for doing such a good job of keeping the secret that you deceived even your own people.

What Feng Mu finds absurd is that the thought expressed by [the old tree on the grave] is that of an idealistic...revolutionary.

[Destiny], a revolutionary? It's just a weird brew!

[Destiny] was created by him. The underlying purpose of the organization is definitely not to save the world. Where does the idealism come from? There is only madness.

Most importantly, from Feng Mu's recollection of his interactions with Ma Bin or Chen Ya, they definitely had no desire to save the world.

Paranoid, crazy, cruel, and unscrupulous. If they have to choose, they would probably prefer to press the button to destroy the world.

The flavor of [Destiny] is still very authentic!
Feng Mu fell into deep thought, and after a while he came to a conclusion:

"There are two possibilities. Either there is some problem with [Fate] that I can't imagine, or there is a huge problem with [the old tree on the grave]!"

At one point, Feng Mu wanted to revive the [old tree on the grave], but failed.

[System prompt: Interference caused by..., the gift failed!]
[…] Several words were obscured.

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, then he looked down at the corpse of the old tree on the grave, his eyes as dark as a deep pool, and he murmured in his heart:
"Oh, there are still 14,314 left?"

Feng Mu doesn't care about saving the world or destroying it, but he will never tolerate people with ulterior motives infiltrating his destiny, even if they may be saviors with lofty ideals.

"minister?"

Liu Yi still stuck out his tongue and asked cautiously.

Feng Mu let out a breath and temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart. He was not in a hurry to solve the mystery.

At present, the control rate of the second monitor has reached 86%, and it is not far from 100% deployment of the base vehicle. After the base vehicle is deployed and higher permissions of [Destiny] are unlocked, the answer may surface.

Feng Mu smiled and said, "Keep your tongue shut and go back to prison."

Liu Yi not only put the tongue into a frozen container, he even considerately took out the heart of the [old tree on the grave] and put it into the container.

Return to the second prison.

Feng Mu returned to his room and slowly took out the chilled heart.

It doesn't have any amazing skills. After all, the fighting power of [Old Tree on the Grave] is only slightly stronger than that of an ant.

Choose one from the three, and only choose the skills copied from [Keyboard Man lv3].

Feng Mu had no idea what this ability was for. He didn't like online confrontations, he was better at following the enemy's lead.

This skill was really useless to him, but based on the principle that people were dead anyway and food should not be wasted, Feng Mu still copied this skill.

Nothing happened that night, and I continued to practice with my filial son.

[You were completely focused and practiced for 10 hours!]
[The symbiote has been training with you for 12 hours!]
[The statistics of your cultivation achievements are as follows:]
[Seven Killing Fist Blood and Flesh Three Solutions]
Proficiency +1441
Promotion: Intermediate → Advanced (466/5000)

[Seven Killing Fist Blood and Flesh Second Solution]
Proficiency +1441
Promotion: Intermediate → Advanced (401/2500)

[Soul-Chasing Steps Blood and Flesh Three Solutions]
Proficiency +817
Current (1516/2500)

[Soul-Chasing Step Blood and Flesh Second Solution]
Proficiency +817
Current: Primary → Intermediate (1401/2500)

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I upgraded two more skills in one night. The pleasure of having my efforts rewarded was really addictive.

Feng Mu also swung the chopsticks with Venom for a while, which was considered a combination of work and rest. Unfortunately, he still could not condense the skill icon he wanted.

All I can say is that hard work is not enough and more hard work is needed to incubate.

Oh, someone asked why Venom worked 2 hours longer than Feng Mu. Those 2 hours were Feng Mu's sleep time. As a father, he needs to rest when he is old, but as a son who was just born, he is at the right age to study hard, so how can he sleep?

.......
At the edge of District 9, where the Survey Corps is stationed.

The entire military base was built on the mountain. The mountain was hollowed out, with a heavy alloy gate installed at the entrance and concrete fortifications on both sides.

The machine gun turrets stood majestically, with armed soldiers patrolling back and forth.

As you step into the cave, cold white light pours down from overhead, illuminating the straight tunnel.

The tunnel is extremely wide, wide enough to accommodate armored vehicles running in parallel. The walls and dome are all reinforced with high-strength alloy plates and the surface is sprayed with anti-corrosion white paint.

Every few meters there is an embedded explosion-proof light, illuminating the entire passage as bright as day.

The tunnel extends deeper and deeper, passing through layers of checkpoints, and finally reaches the core area - the hidden door.

It is not a door in the traditional sense, but a huge "mirror" embedded in the deepest part of the mountain, like an organ growing directly from the mountain wall.

The surface of the mirror was uneven, with countless cracks from repairs and patching, and several pieces were permanently missing from the corners, revealing the deep darkness behind it.

The darkness is not still, but slowly creeping.

It was as if the entire mountain was wriggling its intestines, the mirror became its mouth, and the chrysanthemum behind the intestines led to an indescribable...different world.

At this moment, the darkness contracted like a spasming intestine and disgusting mucus-like ripples appeared on the mirror surface, as if it was about to vomit something.

Several figures were "spitted out".

They were dressed in matte tactical uniforms, with not an inch of skin exposed, and had identical masks on their faces.

The mask was as white as bone and as smooth as porcelain. It had no decorative patterns, only empty white, with two black holes for the eyes.

Hidden Door Special Mobile Force!

This is the official name. Civilians call them the "White Masks", while the soldiers of the Survey Corps prefer to call them the "Anti-Traitor Squad."

Since there are hidden doors and different worlds, there will naturally be infiltration and counter-infiltration, and there will be traitors who betray all of humanity.

One of the main tasks of the Hidden Gate Special Mobile Force is to eliminate traitors.

As for how to determine if a traitor is killed, the Hidden Gate Special Mobile Force has its own set of procedures, which are highly confidential and outsiders are not allowed to inquire or interfere.

otherwise……

The investigating soldiers patrolling nearby all retracted their heads and looked away the moment their eyes glanced over, not daring to glance at him again, for fear that they would be treated as rapists and... killed in the next second.

"go!"

The white masked leader said calmly.

Before he finished speaking, several people wearing white masks stepped on the ground one after another and disappeared from the hidden door one after another.

After half an hour.

A white van stopped downstairs in the staff family area of ​​Hongguang Pharmaceutical. The van was still running and the engine was humming softly.

"Is this the extra meal the commander mentioned?"

Lin pushed the mask to his forehead, revealing his face covered with burn scars, and licked his lips.

"This doesn't count. This is just an appetizer. I just happened to stop by to ask him a few questions. There's someone else who'll add the extra food."

The white-masked leader replied indifferently. He tapped his fingers twice on the encrypted terminal, and two copies of the file were synchronously transmitted to the mobile phones of each team member.

Lin Yi looked down at his phone and clicked on two photos...
(End of this chapter)