Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 581 Tonight, everyone who sees us must die! (Two in one)

"It's my turn to be eaten today?!!"

The thought of despair was like the last straw that completely broke Lin Yi's tense nerves.

Fear was like cold poison, instantly filling every inch of the void of "God" in his body.

“Puff! Puff puff puff—!”

Without any warning, countless bloody holes exploded on the surface of Lin Yi's body!
The skin and muscles seemed to be torn apart by invisible sharp teeth, and hot blood spurted out like a fountain.

He opened his mouth suddenly, and his broken internal organs mixed with sticky blood gushed out like a flood breaking through a dam.

Fear is belief!
Believe it is true!
Lin Yi was eaten by the venom!

Venom stood with his fist clenched, licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, and burped comfortably.

Before, he practiced martial arts only to please his father and imitate his father's movements.

But now, Venom truly feels the new "delicious" experience brought by martial arts training!
This will not only win your father's favor, but also make the food burst with more complex and delicious flavors at the "tips of your teeth"!
This is no longer a simple meal, but has risen to the level of "taste"!

A simple, satisfying thought flashed through Venom's inhuman consciousness.

"Venom fell in love with martial arts."

Venom has found the first hobby in his life that truly belongs to him.

Then, like a satisfied child who had completed his mission, He happily flowed back to Feng Mu's feet and turned into a calm shadow again.

Feng Mu stood there quietly, holding the phone that had been hung up long ago and only had a busy tone. His eyes behind the lenses were as deep as the abyss as he swept over Lin Yi's strange corpse that had been eaten and hollowed out.

"Limit-breaking technique?!!"

"Venom cannot share my [Limit Breaking Technique], but He can comprehend His own [Limit Breaking Technique]?"

"Also, what was the Wu Yan Ji that guy shouted before he died? Why did he look so terrified? Is Wu Yan Ji the same as the Limit Breaking Technique?"

He had always believed that [Limit-Breaking Skill] was a personal, unique skill bestowed upon him by the system. Now it seemed that a similar ability system existed in this world itself?
Martial Arts? ! !

"This...isn't it just a patch that the system forcibly put on the real world for the sake of balance?"

Feng Mu pondered silently in his heart, his eyes flickering.

This matter has both advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantages are obvious, while the advantage is that when he uses the [Limit-Breaking Technique] next time, he will have a ready-made "reasonable explanation" that can be understood by some people in this world (at least those who know the existence of "Wu Yan Ji").

And will not be easily mistaken for a monster.

However, this discovery also reminded him once again that his understanding of the world was still pitifully shallow, like seeing a leopard through a tube.

Every time he thought he understood a little more about the truth of the world, more incomprehensible mysteries and deeper unknowns followed.

"The more you know, the more you don't know, hehe——"

The corners of Feng Mu's mouth slowly curled up into an elusive arc.

He still had no interest in saving the world, but he was a little more interested in exploring the world itself.

The unknown is inherently fatally attractive to villains.

Being powerful is the appearance of a villain, while the pursuit of knowledge, and the pursuit of knowledge by any means necessary, is the villain's core, and also the villain's most charming charm.

Feng Mu now seems to have grasped the ultimate core of the villain a little bit.

"Dudu-"

Gong Qi honked the horn and slowly drove the car over.

The car was badly damaged, but not completely dead.

There is a "grunting" sound under the engine hood and black smoke comes out of the exhaust pipe, but it is indeed still "alive" and can still barely serve mankind as a means of transportation.

Feng Mu put away his thoughts and got in the car, and asked casually:
"Fifth Senior Brother, do you know the 'Wu Yan Ji'?"

Gong Qi held the steering wheel and answered nonchalantly:
"I seem to have heard Master mention this before, but Master said that I would never be able to comprehend the martial arts skills in this lifetime, so I didn't listen carefully."

Feng Mu was a very good listener. He nodded slightly and spoke with just the right amount of concern:
"Fifth Senior Brother is cunning and has a high level of understanding, why can't he understand it?"

Feng Mu knew Gong Qi's temperament well. If he praised him as "intelligent" or "wise", he might sneer at it. However, if he used words like "cunning" or "treacherous", it would hit the nail on the head.

As expected, Gong Qi couldn't help but grin, revealing a rather pleased smile, and recalled:

"Master said that the 'God' in my body has long been dead. Even if I save him, he will just be a rotten shell. So there is no hope."

He shrugged and added nonchalantly,
"If you are interested, go back and ask Master or Senior Brother. Master said that Senior Brother is gifted and, unless something unexpected happens, he will be able to comprehend that stupid 'Martial Arts' sooner or later."

Feng Mu said "hmm" and said no more.

Gong Qi looked through the rearview mirror, glanced at the shadow under Feng Mu's feet several times, and coughed softly, saying:

"Junior brother, I am not the kind of person who likes to pry into other people's secrets. I am not curious about what is hidden under your shadow, and I will definitely not ask!"

He paused, hesitating to speak.
"Brother, I just want to ask...that...that 'little cutie'..."

He couldn't find a suitable word to describe Venom, so he could only use an extremely inappropriate name,
"Brother, is it possible for me to get one too?"

Gong Qi had no interest in martial arts skills or anything like that, but wasn't this weird and inhuman looking monster a perfect match for a cunning and treacherous him?
He wanted one so badly, no matter what the cost!
Feng Mu habitually lifted his glasses and his voice came through the lenses, with a sense of intimacy and sincerity:
"Fifth Senior Brother wants it?"

Gong Qi nodded like a garlic.

Feng Mu frowned slightly, showing a bit of embarrassment. Under Gong Qi's anxious gaze, he finally nodded slightly:
"Okay, I will try to get one for Brother Five, but this thing is extremely rare, so Brother Five must keep it a secret for me.

If other senior brothers and sisters knew about this and came to me for it, I would..."

"understood!"

Gong Qi rolled his eyes and revealed a knowing smile:
"Don't worry, Junior Brother. I won't tell anyone. I won't tell Master either. I won't make things difficult for you!"

After saying this, he seemed to realize that he felt a little guilty for eating alone, so he calmly changed the subject:

"Should we go back to the martial arts gym now, or wait for someone here?"

Gong Qi just heard Feng Mu making a phone call, and it seemed that both parties had agreed to meet here later.

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, and a system prompt appeared on his retina:

[Second Prison (partially missing)]
[You resisted an attack, and your current control completeness is 86%→87%!]
Feng Mu didn't think too much before he said in a deep voice:
"Let's go back to the martial arts gym. Nothing is bigger than going back to visit our master."

Feng Mu is a cautious person at heart.

The opponent's first surprise attack ended in a disastrous defeat, obviously because they had seriously misjudged his strength.

Then when I come again the second time, I will be more fully prepared.

Therefore, he also needs to be better prepared.

This has nothing to do with whether you are confident in your own strength. It is basic respect for your enemy and a kind of courtesy.

At this stage, the best preparation he could make was to go back to the martial arts gym to visit his master.

Gong Qi's eyes rolled, and he immediately understood his junior brother's intention. He grinned with a sinister smile:

"Junior brother, you have to bring gifts when you go back to visit. No wonder the master and the brothers and sisters like you. Hahahaha——"

....
On the other side, the baby-faced man hung up the phone, and the small nail clipper between his knuckles shone coldly.

The night wind blew through the wild grass and brushed past the inverted triangle eyes.

"Captain, Lin Yi is in trouble too!" A team member said in a tense voice, "If we go to rescue him now..."

The baby-faced man shook his head, his gaze fixed on the endless darkness deep in the weeds, and his voice was flat:
"No, Lin Yi has already gone after Triangle Eyes."

The air suddenly became deathly silent.

The two team members looked down at the rotten meat on the ground, a trace of sadness appearing on their faces.

Who would have thought that a simple snack would lead to the loss of two teammates?

However, their sorrow was short-lived, lasting only about three breaths.

In the Hidden Gate, death is more common than life, and what’s more, it’s not you who is dying.

The wind seemed to be stronger, blowing up the grass and dust on the ground and ruffling a few strands of soft black hair on the baby's forehead.

He still had no expression, but he slightly opened his thin lips and uttered two cold words:

"Buried."

The two team members quickly dug a shallow pit, pushed the blurry mass of flesh and blood on the ground into it, and buried it hastily.

As teammates, their handling of the situation was not even as good as Wang Cong, who at least got Triangle Eyes a coffin to wrap his body in.

After digging the pit, one of the team members hesitated and said:

"Captain, are we really not going over there?"

The baby-faced man raised his head and spun the nail clippers around his fingertips:
"He asked us to go over, so we just go over? What if it's a trap?"

Another team member immediately echoed:
"That's right. The commander's intelligence was seriously wrong, causing the death of two of our men. We must not be careless again."

The baby-faced man's smile suddenly widened, and the nail clippers popped open with a click, and he said meaningfully:

"Since the menu has been upgraded, if we want to eat, we have to upgrade our knives and forks as well!"

The two team members' expressions changed at the same time:
"We can use our equipment now, but isn't that the commander's order?"

"It doesn't matter. It was the commander's intelligence that was wrong, so we had to temporarily adjust our action plan."

Baby Face explained with a smile.

The two team members looked at each other and nodded in unison.

One of them asked cautiously, "Do you need to report the current situation to the commander?"

"report?"

The baby-faced man tilted his head slightly, put his nail clippers against the team member's eyelids like lightning, and sneered,
"Do you want me to report to the commander that our mission has failed?"

The team member who spoke had a stiff expression and said in horror without blinking:

"Sorry, Captain, I said the wrong thing."

The other team member was also silent and dared not move.

The baby-faced man frowned, put away his nail clippers, and said calmly:

"Remember, in the eyes of the superiors, we are just tools. No matter what reason you give, a failed tool is less valuable than a dead tool."

"So, we always report only two situations to our superiors..."

Baby Face licked his lips and added:

"Either the mission is successful, or..."

He smiled with a childlike smile:
"We are all dead!"

An hour later, in a hidden safe house somewhere.

The light was pale, shining on the three people.

Without any further communication, the three of them took quick action.

They took off their coats stained with mud and blood and put on their respective standard equipment.

The first is the basic lining that covers the entire body, like a second layer of skin, densely covered with precise sensor circuits.

Next, they put on lightweight exoskeleton armor, which is much lighter and thinner than the exoskeleton armor worn by the Survey Corps soldiers, and also much more flexible.

The cold alloy components gleamed with a matte luster and emitted a slight mechanical meshing sound. The hydraulic rods extended and retracted, and the bearings rotated, locking the metal bones one by one onto their torsos and limbs. Even the joints were filled with special artificial fascia.

The heavy leg support system snaps on, the sound-absorbing and cushioning modules built into the sole of the boot are activated, and the knuckles are metal knuckle covers for added strength and protection.

A layer of scales is attached to the breastplate and dorsal armor. The material is taken from some strange fish in the Hidden Gate. It is a composite material of metal and biological materials, which can defend and reduce 60% of the impact force.

There are also reserved weapon mounting points and energy interfaces on the chest.

The baby-faced man carefully and meticulously checked the flexibility and locking status of each joint, his movements were meticulous, and finally he inserted the nail clippers into the slots reserved at the knuckles.

The other two quickly mounted modular weapons:

Arm-mounted high-energy electric shock knives, miniature folding submachine guns, tactical daggers, ring chains, stun grenades, and some strange gadgets... are all expertly fixed on various parts of the body.

In the Hidden Door Mobile Team, each member's armor is tailor-made and is mostly the same, but with differences in details, representing different divisions of labor in battle.

Originally, they should be formed into groups of five to form the most seamless combat team.

At this moment, there were two empty sets of armor hanging on the wall next to it, but they had lost their owners forever.

If a tool loses its master, it will die along with its master...!
A quarter of an hour later, the three of them stood in a "品" shape, looked at each other, and pressed the activation button on the inside of their left arms at the same time.

"Exoskeleton inspection complete."

"Neural connection is normal."

"Optical camouflage activated."

hum-

There was a low, almost inaudible hum of energy.

The special coating on the armor's surface began to produce tiny fluctuations that were imperceptible to the naked eye.

Then, starting from the soles of their feet, the light seemed to be distorted by an invisible hand.

The figures of the three people gradually became distorted and blurred, and finally disappeared into the air like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

It was almost invisible to the naked eye, and only the sound of voices in the air proved that there were three killing machines armed to the teeth.

"Wear a mask?"

"can!"

After a few soft "clicks", the voice of the final judgment echoed in the house:
"Tonight, anyone who sees us will die!"

(End of this chapter)