American Zombie Detective

Chapter 213 For My Half-Brother

A bead of sweat appeared on the man's forehead. He knew all too well how terrifying the man before him was, and he was even more aware of Mr. K's determination to resolve this feud. More importantly—

This is just a money-counting trip! It's not like we're going to our deaths, why bother fighting him head-on!

After a few seconds of stalemate, he finally gave in, forcing himself to say, "—Alright, Mr. Qin. I'll count for you."

Qin Jin went up and carried one in each hand, and he carried one in each hand as well, and then stepped into Qin Jin's house.

The lighting in the entryway was rather dim.

He had just stepped into the living room when he subconsciously looked up and froze on the spot, his pupils contracting sharply.

Under the warm light of the living room, a young woman dressed in an oriental dark-colored cheongsam was standing with her back to him, bending over as if looking at something on the sofa.

The dark cheongsam accentuated the woman's perfect curves, her long curly hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her bare, snow-white shoulders and neck gleamed like ivory under the light.

As if hearing a sound behind her, the woman slowly straightened up and turned around.

It was an extremely alluring face, with eyes that seemed to hook with their movement, and red lips that were slightly upturned, a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

Her gaze fell on the frozen man, and she smiled faintly.

The man in black felt a buzzing in his brain, his gaze instantly became empty and lifeless, his thoughts stopped, and he stood there like a husky.

"Come," the woman's voice was charming and gentle, "tell me now your name, your code name in the organization, and your identity."

The man's lips moved, his voice numb and flat: "My name is Ed Stock. Code name: The Postman. I am one of Mr. K's four messengers, primarily responsible for delivering important items and messages, and also for escort duties when necessary."

Qingyin nodded in satisfaction, her eyes sparkling as she glanced at the expressionless Qin Jin beside her, and continued in that gentle tone, "Very good, Ed. So now, if I were to ask you to go undercover for us, for this Detective Qin, would you be willing?"

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The man's eyes flickered, and his lips moved several times, but he neither answered nor refused.

"Someone has already placed something beforehand," Qingyin said, looking at Qin Jin, and switched to Chinese, "I don't know if it's a talisman, a curse, or a blood sacrifice—should I continue?"

Qin Jin nodded: "Regardless of whether they live or die, get them under control first."

Qingyin nodded, leaned closer to the man in black, and stared into his eyes without blinking. Her red lips parted slightly, and a fragrant gas wafted from her mouth, filling the man's mouth and nose. The man's body suddenly shivered!

"You must help him, Ed!" Qingyin's voice was incredibly seductive, each word clear and distinct, as if she wanted to imprint these words into Ed's memory: "Mr. K and the organization behind him are the enemies who killed your parents and their entire family. You and this Detective Qin—in fact, she pointed at Qin Jin—as if stating the greatest truth in the world: 'You are half-brothers! You live for revenge; revenge is the pursuit of your life's journey! So, you infiltrate the organization, while he provides support from the outside, using his resources to find the organization's weaknesses, and then—step by step, destroy the entire organization!'"

"Remember that? You're brothers!"

Standing to the side, Qin Jin's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He was clearly surprised that Qingyin would come up with such a ridiculous and illogical illusion script.

However, under the powerful illusion of Qingyin, this absurd setting was like a red-hot branding iron, deeply imprinted into the mind of "Postman" Ed.

His expression was resolute and determined, as if he had remembered something, or perhaps understood something—

"I will infiltrate for my half-brother, uncover the organization's weaknesses, and then destroy the entire organization step by step!"

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Qin Jin followed up with a deep voice, "Very well. So, do you now know exactly where Mr. K is hiding?"

Ed shook his head blankly. "I don't know. Mr. K's whereabouts are very secretive and unpredictable. But I believe he will contact me soon to assign me a new task. Should I inform you then, brother?"

"Notify me," Qin Jin ordered.

Qingyin, standing beside her, raised an eyebrow and switched to Chinese: "What are you planning to do? Don't forget, now is not the time to make money."

Qin Jin glanced at her and waved his hand: "This guy's boss is called Mr. K, and the mastermind behind him is a guy called Black Jack. Their Dark Hunting Tournament can get supernatural creatures and people with superpowers to participate—Qingyin, has anything come to mind?"

Qingyin immediately dropped her joking expression, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes: "You mean, Blackjack could also be a backup target?"

"That's right! The Celestial Master's successor isn't someone that can be easily dealt with by some pig-headed ghost. If we can't find the Black Mountain Demon and Jiang Chen, we can send Black Jack out again and let him take turns killing them. I don't believe he can kill all these monsters by himself. At worst, we can wear him down to the point of death, and then we can easily find some thugs to finish him off; if we're lucky—"

"A mutually destructive outcome, or being wiped out by them? Hmm, Qin Jin, I wasn't wrong, you really are a brilliant schemer."

Qingyin finally understood and nodded with great satisfaction.

Qin Jin finally instructed Ed, who was immersed in the script of "deep-seated hatred and brotherly unity," "Maintain your usual demeanor and don't reveal any flaws. If Mr. K makes any moves, contact me immediately. My phone number is XXXXXXXX. If you find a better way later, let me know!"

"Yes! Brother! For our logging family!" Ed solemnly promised again, his eyes both fanatical and numb.

Qin Jin waved his hand.

Qingyin walked behind Ed and snapped her fingers again.

Ed shuddered slightly, the fervor and dazedness in his eyes quickly fading, replaced by his previous calm and caution, as if everything that had just happened was just a blurry dream. But deep within his heart, a belief and command that had been forcibly implanted had taken root.

He glanced at the box on the ground and the black box on the table, then at Qin Jin and the unrealistically beautiful woman, and nodded solemnly: "Brother! Take care!"

To fit the storyline, Qin Jin had to put away his nonchalant expression and say goodbye to him seriously: "Uh—you are, brother."

Ed said no more, turned around briskly, and quickly left the villa, driving his black pickup truck and disappearing into the Los Angeles night.

A fatal piece has been quietly laid.

Qingyin and Qin Jin said goodbye and left. She walked to her car, drove her Chevrolet Suburban, and once again sped wildly out of the Green Grass community, racing through the streets of Los Angeles.

His driving skills are still amazing!

Qin Jin looked at the four huge suitcases. He deftly picked up two suitcases with each hand, went down to the basement, and neatly stacked them in an empty corner. He would deal with the current matter first and then consider how to handle it.

Back in the living room, the phone rang at that very moment.

"Qin! Something's happened!" Catherine's voice was urgent, with faint static in the background.

Explain the situation.

Qin Jin's voice remained calm and steady, showing no emotional fluctuation.

"There's a sound in the room! It's coming from who-knows-where! It's playing a horror story!" Catherine spoke quickly, her voice trembling with barely suppressed tension.

"What did it look like coming from?" Qin Jin asked, his mind already exploring various possibilities.

"A loudspeaker! It sounds like it's coming from inside the wall! The name in the story isn't one of ours; it's from a factory accident—"

But Qin, it has begun!

Although Catherine had learned exorcism, this time she encountered not a demon or some kind of visible creature, but an unknown thing, which made her feel a little scared.

"Try to find it!"

Qin Jin didn't waste any words: "If you can't find it, gather everyone in the living room and keep calm. I'll be right there."

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It supposedly preordains someone's death every seven years, but now it's breaking its own rules and causing widespread mass casualties. This seems—

Based on Qin Jin's experience and understanding, this should be a certain point, or even the end of the entire cycle of events!

What a stroke of good luck!

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