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

Chapter 217: Fake Executioner

"What do you think I'm doing?"

This is the message Chi Ping sent to Mang. He just worked a day in prison yesterday, and today is the weekend. It’s so cool.

"What are you doing?" Mang asked him and sent him a cute question mark emoticon.

Chi Ping briefly explained the situation to Mang, and when he was free, he took Wen Xin and his sister to return the stolen items.

As a result, there are occasionally people who have had their losses reported to have lost a much larger amount than they actually did.

Wen Xin was furious: "When did I steal so much!?"

"Then you didn't steal it, so why did you come to my place?" asked the victim.

Wen Xin was stunned: "No, I, you, this -"

Then he came to Chi Ping with a complicated expression, and said with a hint of grievance and confusion: "Brother Chi, I am really trying hard to return these things."

Chi Ping knew that these guys regarded Wen Xin as the "Great Sage of Settling Accounts". Compared to finding lost items, they were more afraid that Wen Xin would be caught and used to settle accounts with them.

Chi Ping had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder and take him to the next one.

Of course, there were also people who were difficult to talk to. Wenxin would just throw his things at their house and run away.

"Then what are you doing?" Chi Ping asked Mang.

I recorded a short video for him.

She is on a mountain covered with red maple leaves. When there is no wind, it stands quietly like a gentle fire; when the wind blows, the red waves ripple like the Xinghan River that warms the sunset.

Mang is currently at a restaurant called Qiufenglu on Hongfeng Mountain, by the Xinghan River.

Accompanying her was Wang Yan.

It’s not that she wanted to come here, but the Mechanicus had recently targeted older wealthy businessmen. After all, those who could afford the cost of full-body transformation and had the intention to do so were mainly these wealthy businessmen.

Recently, Long Huiwu, a mining tycoon in Xingcheng, is going to hold a birthday party for his 71st birthday, and many wealthy businessmen are gathering here.

The Super Power Bureau gave suggestions, but Long Huiwu refused to listen, so they had to send a team to protect him.

Wang Yan poked Mang's shoulder and said, "Master, that cake over there is only the size of two thumbs. If it were sold in the store, it would cost more than two hundred! There's a table here!"

Wangyan is at least a B-level ability user, but because the side effects of her ability are too serious, she usually doesn't get any private work. In addition, she just graduated and is still doing an internship in the bureau.

She is the poorest B-level one.

Life is very tight. I have only been here for a while, but I have already discovered more than ten kinds of food that I usually don’t want to eat, but there are a lot of them here.

Following her finger, Mang saw a small mountain of expensive and exquisite cakes. Standing next to them was a well-dressed middle-aged man. It seemed these cakes were suitable for both young and old, men and women alike.

But Mang was not interested at all, and was stunned when he turned around.

When her eyes avoided the well-dressed middle-aged man, her perception outlined another appearance of the middle-aged man in her mind:
He was wearing a cheap casual suit, and his shiny leather shoes had been replaced with sneakers.

He had graying hair and a buzz cut. He was thin, with a face long and narrow, like a bamboo pole. The dinner plate in his hand had transformed into a pitch-black pistol.

Mang realized immediately that this guy had used his ability to deceive other people's eyes, but he couldn't escape her perception.

What does this guy want to do?

Mang immediately became alert and stuffed the food in his hand into Wangyan's mouth: "It's time to work."

The man who killed He Zhao's daughter was Long Huiwu's son, the young master of a mining tycoon.

It’s not that the old-fashioned young master couldn’t get the love of the children of commoners, but that the young master happened to have a drink that day and was driving his girlfriend home.

Men always like to show off their masculinity in front of the women they like. So that day, the young master's car was speeding very fast and hit He Zhao's daughter.

In a hurry, the young master did not think of calling the police, but of silencing the witness.

He pulled a long knife from the car, stabbed He Zhao's daughter seven times, and then threw her to the bottom of the river bank. Thinking that the river would carry the body away, he left.

Just after sending his girlfriend off, he somehow returned to the crime scene.

This time it didn't matter. He found that He Zhao's daughter did not fall into the river, but rolled onto the river bank and was climbing up the bank with difficulty.

The young master was shocked and frightened, and finally called the housekeeper at home - he didn't dare to call his father.

The housekeeper helped him contact someone who could dispose of the body, so the young master put He Zhao's daughter in the trunk and handed her over to a group of gangsters in a small alley. He didn't know what happened to He Zhao's daughter in the first half of the night. He only knew that in the end, she was only breathing and motionless. The gangsters put the "corpse" in a body bag and handed it to He Zhao to be burned.

Among them, whether it was drunk driving, the failure to dispose of the body, or returning to the scene, if there was a little kindness in any link, He Zhao's daughter would have survived.

But he didn't, he just felt that this human life caused him trouble.

At this moment, the young master, who was over thirty years old, was standing next to a girl who was still sixteen or seventeen years old.

He Zhao walked towards him, his eyes smiling and his face full of doting: "It's rare for you to spend my birthday with me."

He activated his ability.

The young master let go of the female companion beside him and took the arm of He Zhao, who was shorter than him:

"Dad, I can stay in front of you for three to five days, but you'll get tired of me if I stay in your presence for too long."

The young master joked.

He Zhao pointed to the box and said, "Follow me." As he spoke, he raised his glass to the guests around him.

The young master thought his old father had something important to say, so he followed He Zhao into a private room.

The door of the box is very heavy and has good sound insulation. The glass is one-sided, so you can see the red mountains outside from the inside, but you can't see inside from the outside.

The young master sat on the sofa casually: "What's wrong, Dad——"

He was answered by a gunshot.

The young master's knee was pierced by a bullet, blood was gushing out, and the young master fell off the sofa.

He looked up in horror at his father: "Dad——"

"Sit tight." He Zhao's voice was steady, and he was still maintaining the illusion of Long Huiwu.

The young master's eyes began to become panicked. He couldn't understand why his father, who was so gentle a second ago, suddenly pulled a gun on him.

Seeing that he didn't move, He Zhao walked up and kicked him over.

The physique of an A-level ability user is not something that ordinary people can resist. Then another shot was fired, hitting the young master's other knee.

The young master first wailed, then cried bitterly, and he hysterically asked what he had done wrong.

But He Zhao did not explain, he just whispered in the young master's ear:

"Endless pain will be waiting for you in the future.

"These two shots are not even an appetizer."

The young master was stunned, and his eyes kept changing in an instant.

After a while, he shouted:
"You're not my dad—"

Then the gun was stuffed into his mouth.

"Do you want your dad to be like this?"

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Outside the room, just as Mang was about to rush into the box, a message came from Chi Ping.

In the short video sent by Mang, Chi Ping saw He Zhao.

He Zhao's ability targets the eyes of the target. If Mang were to film a video of He Zhao in front of him, and Mang saw He Zhao in the video, he wouldn't be able to break He Zhao's illusion just by looking at him.

But if Mang sent the video to Chi Ping who was far away, because the illusion did not work on Chi Ping, Chi Ping would still see He Zhao.

"I knew this guy was unreliable," Chi Ping said, letting Mang send him a location.

Just as Mangfa sent his location, a sudden gust of wind blew from the sky, and the sunlight pierced a large hole in the layers of white clouds. In the sky, a figure bathed in sunlight slowly descended from the hole to the top of everyone's head.

Mang's eyes froze as he looked at the other person's black windbreaker and black alloy mask.

Then she sent a message to Chi Ping:
"Come and fight against fakes."

(End of this chapter)