You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 202 "The probability of defeating the executioner is 97.24%"

"Long time no see, Yuanyuan."

Tan Zhikui's words were like a gentle breeze in March or April, carrying a hint of early spring warmth. But to Yuanyuan, they sounded like a blizzard in the dead of winter, enveloping her.

Wen Xin held Yuanyuan tightly in his arms, not caring about the filth on her body.

His eyes began to fill with blood, and a circle of angry red was around them. He grabbed his clothes tightly, and his knuckles were pale and trembling.

"Are you unhappy to see me, Yuanyuan?" Tan Zhikui said halfway through his words and was about to stand up to comfort her.

Seeing him stand up, the brother and sister trembled even more violently.

Then, Huoba put his hand on Tan Zhikui's shoulder.

Tan Zhikui felt a surge of power, like a mountain pressing down on him, like a huge wave pushing a boat forward. Even though he was already a Type III cyborg, possessing strength close to that of an A-level.

But this time, Huba made him sit back on the sofa, leaving him no room for resistance.

"Change your clothes and take your sister back to rest."

Chi Ping said, and at the same time asked Tan Zhikui: "What else did you come for?"

Tan Zhikui shook his head: "I just want to express my apologies to the brother and sister and tell them that there will be no more bounties on their heads."

"Then you can go." Chi Ping said.

Tan Zhikui has always been gentle and polite, even though Chi Ping ordered him to leave.

He quickly stood up and walked towards the door, followed by his pretty and cold secretary.

After leaving the house, Tan Zhikui suddenly turned around and spoke to Chi Ping, who was sitting on the sofa and did not come to see him off.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet the warden."

He said with a smile at the door, still looking polite.

Chi Ping wanted to ask the two siblings, so his mind was not on Tan Zhikui.

He just waved without looking back.

After a few seconds, I heard Tan Zhikui say again:
"Mr. Warden, I'll be leaving now."

"Ah."

The sound came from Chi Ping's nose, but he didn't move at all.

A few seconds later, just when Chi Ping thought Tan Zhikui had gone downstairs, he heard Tan Zhikui's voice again:

"Goodbye, Mr. Warden."

Is it over yet?

Chi Ping turned around, originally just wanting to be polite and see Tan Zhikui and the other two off.

But saw a strange scene——

A faint smile still appeared on Tan Zhikui's face. His cheeks and the corners of his mouth were all just the right smiles.

But the expression of his eyes and other facial organs was completely disconnected.

Those were not a pair of polite and gentle eyes.

On the contrary, those eyes were filled with tiny tears, like a spring that could dry up at any moment in the harsh desert filled with yellow sand; like a touch of green that could be uprooted at any moment in the raging storm.

He was begging, his eyes filled with strong emotions.

But there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his body language still appeared extremely restrained and polite.

Ikehira slowly stood up and approached him.

"I'm leaving." Tan Zhikui stretched out a hand, as if wanting to shake hands with Chi Ping.

"Goodbye." Chi Ping held his hand, which felt cold and stiff. But there seemed to be something foreign in his palm.

Chi Ping silently put the thing in Tan Zhikui's palm away. The female secretary was behind Tan Zhikui and could not see his expression.

Tan Zhikui's body suddenly burst out with extremely high temperature, and the little tears were evaporated by him.

He turned around and acted like a gentleman again.

"Let's go."

After the two left, Chi Ping saw what was handed over from Tan Zhikui's palm.

It was a piece of paper the size of a fingernail, with rough burrs on the edges. I didn't know where it was torn from.

There was a line of tiny handwriting on the note:
"Qingshan Town Warehouse No. 17, 1513." Chi Ping knew Qingshan Town. It was in the suburbs south of Xingcheng. It used to be an industrial area, but it was abandoned for some unknown reason.

Industrial zones are usually led by the government and managed in a unified manner.

Therefore, warehouses also have unified numbers.

As for the string of numbers at the end, Chi Ping had no idea what they meant.

I still have to find some time to go there.

But before you go, you can ask Wenxin and his sister first.

When Chi Ping came to the second bedroom, Yuanyuan had already finished her shower and curled up in the quilt.

Only a small face was revealed, with tear marks at the corners of the eyes.

What on earth could have caused her to suffer from urinary incontinence when she saw Tan Zhikui again?

"Yuanyuan?" Chi Ping touched Yuanyuan's little head.

It would have been fine if I hadn't called her, but as soon as I did, the corners of her mouth drooped and she looked like she was about to cry again.

Chi Ping quickly patted her back through the quilt and coaxed her for a long time before the little girl finally came to her senses.

"Don't worry, Yuanyuan, it's okay."

The little girl was still sobbing softly.

Wen Xin also squeezed his little hand and said to Yuan Yuan very gently:
"Tell your uncle what's on your mind, and he will help you."

Chi Ping also smiled and patted Yuanyuan, pointing at himself: "Tell your brother about the matter, and your brother will help you."

Yuanyuan's body was shaking and she buried her face even lower.

After a while, he said in a trembling voice:

“He-he cut me with a knife!

“It took so long to cut!
"I was in so much pain, I thought I was going to die!"

Chi Ping quickly hugged the little girl, his face terribly gloomy.

Yuanyuan cried for a long time until she was hoarse and had no more tears left.

Finally, he whispered to Wenxin:
"I wet the bed, brother."

Chi Ping slowly stood up and said to Wen Xin, "I'll go buy you new sheets."

After a pause, Chi Ping continued, "Take good care of your sister."

After saying that, Ikehira went out;
Twenty minutes later, the executioner appeared at Warehouse No. 17 in Qingshan Town.

This warehouse was built more than ten years ago. Its outer walls are still made of old red bricks, giving off a rough and old vibe.

A rusty iron ladder was placed on the side of the warehouse, and it creaked when the executioner stepped on it.

After so many years of rain and wind, it is already a little shaky.

On the second floor of the warehouse, one of the doors had the words 17-15 spray-painted on it.

The paint on it had peeled off a little, and the executioner wiped away the dust that had accumulated over the years with his hands, only then did he see two incomplete numbers.

With a gentle push, the door opened.

The lock core fell off the door and spun to Chi Ping's feet.

There are many cabinets in room 15, and the executioner is looking for the cabinet marked 13.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound outside.

The executioner looked back and saw shadowy figures outside. Room 15 was already full of reformed people.

A mechanical voice sounded outside:
“After analyzing yesterday’s executioner battle and collecting data.

"The Executioner is not S-rank as rumored; his overall strength should be exceptionally dangerous.

“Possessing extremely powerful melee capabilities and excellent defensive capabilities;
"We lack medium- and long-range attack methods, and have developed a corresponding combat plan based on their characteristics;
"18925 simulations have been completed, with a 97.24% probability of defeating the executioner.

"..."

Chi Ping looked at the densely packed cyborgs outside the window and frowned slightly.

Your simulation may have some truth to it;
But I'm not Hoba!
(End of this chapter)