Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 69 Mr. Trump Card
The car stopped in front of a car manufacturing factory.

Xia Shou and Bai He got out of the car and, led by Reed, entered the factory, walked through the production workshops, and finally entered the general manager's office.

Reed opened the door of the closet and let the two men stand inside, then he followed in.

The space was originally large enough to accommodate three people, but with Su Weiyu sitting behind, it became a bit crowded, so Xia Shou and Su Weiyu had to sit very close to each other.

Reed ignored the narrow space and closed the closet door with difficulty. He pressed his hand against the closet wall and the closet began to slowly descend.

This is a disguised elevator.

When they got to the basement level and just stepped out of the elevator, Su Weiyu said, "Xia Shou, I'm going to the Intelligence Department to check my parents' residential information. I'll contact you when I'm done."

"Well, I'll send you a message once I've decided where to live." Xia Shou replied.

Su Weiyu nodded, turned around and disappeared into the crowd. Xia Shou watched her disappear like a fish into the water plants.

Xia Shou withdrew his gaze, followed Baihe and Reed's footsteps, walked through the crowded hall, and came to the Investigation Department.

When I opened the door, I saw that the office was packed with people, and the walls were filled with strangely shaped instruments.

The walls are covered with information and portraits, and the city map is dotted with thumbtacks. A large number of red lines are connected by the thumbtacks, forming a dense spider-web-like clue map.

"It looks like this place is busier than us."

Xia Shou always felt that he was very busy.

But the presence of this group of people made him feel that he might still have some free time.

"Of course they've been busy lately, but at least they'll have some free time," Bai He said casually.

Xia Shou frowned and his expression became complicated. He heard another meaning in Baihe's words.

The next second, the office door was pushed open again.

Five heavily armed men walked in, all of them Asian, wearing the uniforms of the firing squad that Xia Shou had seen.

Their faces were as hard as iron, and they walked straight to the innermost office.

As they passed by, other people stood up to make way for them, with expressions of great respect on their faces.

Xia Shou learned about the composition of the firing squad in an online course.

These people are indeed worthy of respect, and they should be given the most basic respect for their strength and dedication.

The execution squad is composed of some extraordinary people who have special qualifications but whose abnormality level is not high.

After going through some rituals and contracts and paying some secret prices, they gained an ability: when executioners from the same team act together, their abnormal level can reach at least level three.

During the battle, you can break through to level four in a short time, and some teams can even reach level five!

Therefore, the fighting strength of the execution squad is quite exaggerated. If they disregard everything and go all out, the enemy will be fighting against five level four extraordinary people who have good cooperation and complementary abilities.

If it weren't for the overwhelming force, ordinary criminals would have no chance of winning against the firing squad.

When Xia Shou saw the description about the firing squad, he was also shocked.

He never thought that the execution squad whose arms were chopped off by Su Weiyu had such powerful strength.

All I can say is that Su Weiyu is also a BUG-level existence.

However, the lifespan of a firing squad is generally short; even if everything goes smoothly, they only survive for three to five years.

This is the price the weak have to pay for obtaining power that does not belong to them.

But on the other hand, this is also why they deserve respect.

Basically, those who are willing to join the firing squad are determined to die in order to practice some obsession. Each of them is a warrior who is not afraid of death.

"He's also from our place, responsible for assisting in the investigation of the 'Artist of Life' incident." Bai He said softly.

Xia Shou had an impression and nodded: "That performance art murder case, right? But doesn't Edinburg have its own execution squad?"

"Firing squads are rare. How many extraordinary people can turn themselves into short-lived ghosts who can only live for five years for the sake of ordinary people? Moreover, they have to constantly overdraw their lives in strange battles and die miserably in the end.

It is normal for a police station to have a lack of successors in the execution squad, and it is common for execution squads in multiple locations to support each other.

Just as the last member of the execution team was about to pass by, he suddenly stopped in front of Xia Shou, with a look of surprise on his face: "It's you, I didn't expect to see you here again, I was really embarrassed last time."

Xia Shou felt that the other person looked familiar. After a little recollection, he immediately remembered that he had seen the other person in the Blood Demon's House!
However, the atmosphere between the two sides was tense and full of gunpowder. He didn't quite understand why the other party greeted him so enthusiastically.

"I heard about your story. Keep up the good work." The man said with a smile.

"...Okay, okay." Xia Shou nodded awkwardly.

The other person patted Xia Shou's shoulder, as if they were very familiar with each other, then looked at Baihe, turned around and followed the team.

"Brother Bai, do you know him?"

"We have collaborated a few times, but we have never spoken."

The friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water, Xia Shou thought.

"He changed teams. I remember there was a very burly man in their team before," Xia Shou recalled.

"The members of the execution squad all have contractual links with their companions. A strange team will reduce their original combat effectiveness, so generally, changing teams only occurs when there are not enough members."

"That is to say..." "His former companions may have been seriously injured and unable to fight. Of course, there is also the possibility..."

Baihe didn't mention another worse scenario.

Xia Shou's face darkened and he sighed softly.

"Captain Bai, you're finally here! I've been so busy lately, and the situation is terrible!"

A bald, middle-aged fat man walked in from outside, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.

He was in a hurry, and before Bai He could respond, he waved and said, "Come with me, it's too noisy here! Let's go to a quieter place to talk.

The person next to you is Mr. Trump Card, right?

Nice to meet you.

We have made some new progress on the Blood Mother Cult, but I'm afraid the bureau can't spare any manpower to assist you."

When Xia Shou heard the nickname Mr. Trump Card, his expression twisted.

He looked at Baihe in confusion: "Isn't this the nickname of our Control Bureau?"

“Your nickname was actually promoted from the top down. The story behind it is a long story, but I can tell you briefly.

Your first mission to the Blood Demon House was ostensibly illegal. If the Minister had not obtained special approval from the Deputy Director, you would not have been able to participate in such an operation at your level.

The main department responsible for that mission was actually Department 2. Our Department 3 did not have a good relationship with most departments, especially Department 2.

So when the deputy director of the second department learned that you, a first-level employee, were going to enter the room, he said some very tactful and sarcastic words.

Probably..."

Bai He cleared his throat and imitated a majestic, rigid, and stubborn voice: "Dear Minister Shangguan, you are always like this! This time, this person is your trump card again, right?
But unfortunately, the one betting with you this time is not me, but the Blood Demon!"

After that, Baihe changed back to his own voice: “And so it was, and then some of the officers in their department heard the quarrel between the leaders and spread it as gossip, and you inexplicably got the title of the witch’s trump card.

Of course, the meaning behind this title at that time was purely negative.

Even if you survived the Blood Demon House, it was still an ironic nickname. Plus, the Blood Demon House was a well-known anomaly that had appeared all over the world, so there was no shortage of discussion on the international official website.

Whenever this incident is discussed, you will inevitably be mentioned in the end, after all, you are the only survivor.

In short, many people at that time regarded you as a lucky person who was held back, and there were even many people saying that if it weren't for you, the tamer might have survived.

The minister specifically told us not to tell you about this for fear of hurting your self-esteem.

But the next day, you were pulled into the closed area. During the time you stayed in the closed area, someone anonymously posted a bet about your survival on the international official website. I guess it was some busybody from the second department.

At that time, the Blood Demon House had just been resolved and the topic was still on the hot list, but you were pulled into the closed field the next day, so the topic was naturally stronger and the number of followers was exaggerated.

Many people placed bets, and someone with good information dug up your resume and basically confirmed that you got the job through the backdoor. The website was particularly slow that night.

"Wait, Brother Bai, you're betting too?" Xia Shou

"I made 100,000 yuan, and Wulang lost 200,000 yuan."

"So Fatty crushed me to death?" Xia Shou was shocked.

"Yes, he asked me not to tell you."

So you told me?!

Xia Shou was even more shocked.

It wasn't because his seniors in the same department had overwhelmed him, but because Bai He's tone was really...disappointing.

In his heart, he silently labeled Bai He as "a man with a loose mouth" and secretly swore that in the future, he would never let the other party know any secrets.

However, thinking that the other party had saved his life, Xia Shou was still a little touched.

"Anyway, that's roughly the situation. The odds were extremely high at the time. On the one hand, it was because the Blood Demon House was already very famous, and after Edward disappeared, it became even more famous.

On the other hand, our minister’s reputation is already very special, and there has always been betting on how long the three members of the department can survive.

Due to various coincidences, the market price that day was unprecedentedly hot.

The final result, of course, was that you were an upset winner, causing many people to lose money, but also many gamblers made a fortune from you. It is said that the biggest mysterious winner made a full 30 million.

Anyway, your nickname Mr. Trump Card changed on that day and was no longer a sarcastic nickname.

Now there is a topic post about you on the international official website.

You have a bunch of crazy gambling fans who call you Mr. Trump Card. "

Xia Shou felt a little complicated. He didn't want to be famous, and to be honest, this nickname was unpleasant.

Bai He patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I've been treated like this before, and everyone goes through this."

While Xia Shou and Bai He were chatting, Reed's bald minister had just finished a phone call and his expression became serious.

"Reed, go get some information." He ordered, then turned to look at Xia Shou and Bai He, "I think we need to speed up. An Gangxiongwu just committed another serious crime!"

(End of this chapter)