Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

At an unusual hour close to dusk.

The boss who seemed to disappear for four years sent an email.

One of the organization's second-in-commands, Rum, who was getting more and more stupid because of the boss's laissez-faire, received the first email in these years, which contained a series of license plate numbers and a question mark.

When Rum saw this email, perhaps his blood froze with fear, and his fingers suddenly lost their flexibility.

Otherwise, it would have taken him a long 30 seconds to lay down the information he knew well.

The time to complete the reply is equivalent to enduring torture.

Why does the BOSS know?

Why did the BOSS, who had almost discarded all organizational affairs, suddenly pay attention to this matter?

I did not receive any questioning or punishment emails, as if the mysterious and terrifying man just asked on a whim.

But Rum knew it wasn't that simple.

This big man, who hadn't experienced this feeling for too long, was not only anxious, but also seemed to smell the bloody smell that was slowly approaching him.

Maybe it was because he was too complacent, and secretly touched the "thing" that the boss banned four years ago... Maybe he was discovered, and there were other actions.

If found.

Don't think about it.

BOSS will not let him go.

……

Belmode received a second email.

[I want to enter this place smoothly and safely. 】

This order issued in the name of BOSS seems to be an ordinary sentence, but between the words, there is a heavy shadow before the mountain is about to collapse and the rainstorm is pouring.

Belmode was stunned for a moment, and then immediately read the attachment content forwarded with the email.

After quickly reading the attached report, it was obviously another person's impromptu report. Belmode thought for a while and guessed the general idea.

She actually has something more to worry about. Knowing the BOSS, she knows that the BOSS's reaction is obviously not right. Not only did he suddenly intervene in the mop-up that Gin was supposed to be in charge of, but he actually went to participate in it himself... Something unexpected must have happened accident.

A cold light flickered in the eyes of the blond woman: "Rum, you idiot."

It is inappropriate to vent your anger on fools now.

Belmode chose to immediately follow the boss's order and arrange the task.

--Ding.

— humming.

--jingle.

The difference under the same dark sky, some members of the black organization received the mail at the same time.

The mail ordered them to leave, rush to a semi-abandoned industrial park not far from the central business district, block the abandoned factory in the center, and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving.

There is no other useful information other than the specific address, and the purpose and intention are neither, and the person who executes the order does not need to know more.

And the time is——

【immediately. 】

Among the members of the organization who received orders suddenly, many felt very strange. In the past, it was usually Gin who gave orders, but this time it was Belmode who rarely gave orders.

Strange as it may be, but the members of these operations who received the news are mainly cadres with code names. The biggest magic weapon for them to survive until now is to shut up and obey before and after the operation.

It was that invisible hand that indifferently opened the fence in front of the cage.

The wild beasts that were firmly confined in it on weekdays followed the smell of blood, and rushed forward excitedly and uncontrollably.

The first to arrive were two snipers.

Chianti skillfully boarded the roof of a high-rise building about four to five hundred meters away from the target factory, and set up a sniper point. This position was enough to cover all the open space near the factory in the shooting range.

Her partner Korn is in the building opposite, but Korn is a taciturn and boring man. Even if he is relatively leisurely during the mission, he seldom talks to her through the walkie-talkie. Will stop in time.

"Seriously, Chianti, you've got rats sneaking out over there."

"Tsk——there's only one, it's easy to solve!" The woman with short-eared hair let out an irritable voice, and the figure that appeared in the center of the scope only stood firm in front of the iron gate of the factory for half a second before being instantly captured. Bullets headshot.

Blood splashed across the door and the ground, and the frightened people in the factory seemed to be moving, and there was a loud noise that could not be heard a few hundred meters away.

Chianti didn't care that she fired the shot a little too early, and alarmed all the rats inside. Anyway, the other people who acted together had already arrived. It was their job to clean up the crowded rats on the ground, and the snipers were only responsible for covering and A fish that slips through the net and runs around.

From the moment he received the order, Chianti was in such an irritable state, just because the person who gave the order was Belmode.

Chianti doesn't like Belmode, and even hates it. There is no disgusting sisterhood among the rare female cadres in the organization.

The mystical Belmode and the irritable and extreme Chianti have nothing in common. Belmode relied on his close relationship with that gentleman. In recent years, his behavior has become more and more casual, he has hardly done any serious tasks, and he is still playing around with people. With a teasing attitude, Chianti who has been teased can't stand this kind of woman at all.

In such a comparison, Gin is much more pleasing to the eye than Belmode - of course, Chianti doesn't like Gin either, these two guys are villains spoiled by the BOSS's tacit approval, they just act in different ways.

The sound of piercing the air swished across, and countless gunshots suddenly exploded in the barren industrial park.

Chianti fired two more shots, and on his face, which was full of excitement and satisfaction due to the blood blooming, he still did not forget to express his resentment against Belmode: "Suddenly it is not so boring to listen to Gin's orders, at least that guy did it." It's true. Vermouth? Oh, don't this woman take advantage of that gentleman's indulgence and call us around on purpose!"

There is still some basis for her suspicion.

Most of the people called by Belmode are cadres. Before coming, everyone must have uneasily speculated about the size of the targets that need to be mobilized collectively.

However, when I went to the place, it was just a factory. Even if it was full of people, it could be solved with a bomb. all over the place.

The people who rushed out from behind did not get shot in the head, but they bumped into the members who were operating on the ground, and it was like cutting leeks, pouring a large piece.

To be honest...——Chianti and some cadres are almost overflowing with dislike in the eyes, so the "rats" killed by them are really wronged.

Although the Mud Association is the real number one underworld force in the island country, the quality of its members is not bad-but if you have to compare them with the Black Organization, it is bullying.

This wave is all cadres in the organization, and if anyone is picked out at random, they are all vicious ghosts who have at least a dozen lives on their backs, and the number of young people who will stay in the secret factory will increase tenfold , nor can they drown their toes.

The main reason is still to blame Gin.

In that important transaction between Gin and the Mud Association, both parties were aiming at a good deal. Out of sincerity and prudence, the leader of the Mud Association went to the place of the transaction in person to negotiate with Gin directly.

But don't know what went wrong in the middle.

The leader of the Mud Society, and his subordinates who went to the trading place with him at that time—not to mention bringing the goods back, even one of them failed to come back. The corpses and the trading place became fireworks at night together.

Overnight, the Mud Cane lost an excellent and shrewd leader, a loyal and capable third-in-command, and a number of trustworthy cadres. Among the capable and important people of the Mud Cang, only the second-in-command who was not on the scene escaped robbery.

In the absence of a leader, it is not bad that the second in command of the Mudang Society can take the lead, almost cheating Gin, and can transfer the "goods" in the real stronghold in time.

If it hadn't been for the unlucky accident of setting up a bomb in an inappropriate place for the purpose of destroying the traces in the warehouse that could not be erased in time, this plan of dredging from the bottom of the pot might still have a little chance of success.

But it's useless to say these things now, the fate of the remnant party has long been a conclusion.

The sniper who hated Belmode himself had no chance to know the inside story, nor did he have the courage to disobey the order, so he could only complain and continue working.

In less than 10 minutes, the target factory was already covered with corpses, and the bright red liquid thoroughly washed the ground.

The splattered red gate was closed tightly, and terrified curses leaked from inside from time to time. After such a short time, the people inside did not dare to come out. The windows on the upper floor that could be used as intrusion passages were quickly sealed. Poor look terrified.

"That's it? Cut, it's boring. Hurry up and ask someone to drop a few bombs and finish the job, call it a day."

Chianti stretched her body indifferently. This task was not difficult for her. Not only did she make a fuss freely without being disturbed, but the police, who were already slow enough in the past, responded surprisingly slow this time— — It’s as if no one heard the gunshots near the industrial park. In this way, the fun of cat and mouse is naturally not much left, so it’s better to end it early and go back to rest.

Korn, who was on the top of the opposite building, watched the view below and was about to contact the action team on the ground after making sure that there was nothing missing.

Once again, their communication tools received new messages at the same time.

"..."

"Immediately, retreat?"

The members of the organization who received the next action instructions were all stunned.

"There are not many living people inside, and they can be crushed to death with just reaching out, why don't you just take it away with one pot?"

"What are you doing, let us abandon the tasks in our hands, and suddenly come all the way to work on such trivial matters, and now there is only a little tail left, but turn around and drive us away?"

Belmode's thoughtless order inevitably aroused a lot of dissatisfaction. However, it depends on the target is her who basically does not participate in important operations. If she is replaced by Gin, these people probably don't have a word of nonsense. Yes, I packed up my things and retreated the second I received the message.

However, Belmode seemed to have guessed that they would have opinions, and she didn't intend to talk nonsense.

The wheels of the Harley motorcycle ran over the blood-stained road and stopped at the entrance of the dark alley where the action team was staying. The woman in a dashing black dress took off her helmet and shook off her graceful and beautiful blond hair.

The Thousand Faces Witch's exquisite face without disguise was smiling, and when she spoke to the black-clothed members in sight, she simultaneously pressed and held down the intercom of the sound transmission:

"This is not a formal task. It is just to prepare a slightly more refined playground temporarily. I called you for efficiency. Now that the playground is almost ready, the construction workers will naturally need to disappear. Don't worry, the reward will not let you Disappointed."

"Five minutes, if you don't leave the playground, you will encounter ferocious beasts... At that time, I won't help you collect the corpses."

"——!!!"

Maybe it was because the warning that Belmod smiled and said was too scary, or maybe it was just because the content of her warning was too absurd.

The people who were warned seemed to be choked by a hard object, and their complexions changed between livid and ice-cold.

Are you kidding me... playground?

Gathering the elite of the elite to act together, throwing countless lives in place, and sealing a group of poor people in despair in iron gates with great fanfare, just to build a playground? !

Even the cadres who are used to seeing the big world are dumbfounded by this extravagant behavior.

They should be angry, Belmode really used them as a tool to play, wasting the manpower and material resources of the organization on such trivial matters—but, before the dissatisfaction was exposed.

As expected of people who have struggled between life and death, they reacted very quickly.

Belmode's tone was wrong, his expression was wrong, completely different from the wandering attitude that witches always liked, and he kept his hands on his lower back for a long time, which was where the gun was.

At this time, she told them with her actions: she was not joking, and disobedience would only lead to death.

Think about one more thing.

If Belmode is serious.

Then...the [playground] where she can be trusted without hesitation to be questioned, and who is not allowed to peep at her at will——

After all, is it for [who]?

Everyone present is not an idiot, this is something that even Chianti doesn't need Korn to remind, he can suddenly figure out something after being sluggish.

So they kept their voices silent, they no longer talked any more, their guesses were hidden in their hearts and they didn't dare to show it, and they really disappeared within 5 minutes.

Relying on the fact that the frightened rats in the factory did not dare to show their heads, Belmode called a helicopter to inspect the entire deserted industrial park from top to bottom, in case there were still people stranded here, so that the person who was about to arrive would suffer such a slight risks of.

She took time to find the power supply room that was still working, just in case the surveillance camera in the corner was still working tenaciously, she simply helped to cut off the power of the entire park.

- Boom!

The abandoned building complex, which was already gloomy with the thick smell of gunpowder and blood, became even darker after the only lights were extinguished.

After circling for a while, the helicopter left quickly, and the blowing shadows of the whirling trees swayed and shone on the mottled walls of the factory, casting a layer of fragility and pity on it that was about to be torn apart.

Belmode stood on the roof of the building where Chianti had set up a sniper point. After her mission was over, she had time to look at the time: "37 minutes, plus the 10 minutes of travel delay, it took a total of 47 minutes... These people who are barely able to do things are still too slow, okay, at least Gin is more efficient in terms of efficiency."

Of course, she did more than this in the past [-] minutes. She also contacted other people on the way here. The order is still very simple: suppress the movement in the industrial park, no matter what it is, and rush the police to the police station after hearing the news. for the longest time.

This is a precautionary measure. There are only high-speed lanes near the industrial park, and in the evening, few people will pass by. When the police reacted, it was estimated that the clearing had already ended.

But because of that person involved, Belmode will do everything possible to make things perfect.

——The most important thing is that if she does not do as well as Gin in such a big matter, she will be quite reconciled and very angry.

At this point, the layout of the "playground" is basically complete.

The night wind blew Belmod's long hair, but the woman's thin eyebrows were still untucked, as if she was more worried than before.

Exhaling shallowly, she reported with complicated emotions: "Everything is ready, BOSS."

……

"Well, hard work."

Qianmu's voice was still as calm as stagnant water.

He didn't say much to Belmod, and Belmod didn't ask any more questions, and the brief conversation ended.

After sitting in the black Porsche of his subordinates, Qian Mu's state is still exactly the same as when he left the mall, except for calmness.

Put the phone aside.

The red-haired young man sat behind the driver's seat, and at some point he got rid of the habit of staring out the window.

His legs were separated, his upper body leaned forward, and his head, which was also slightly lowered, was almost firmly pressed against the back of the driver's seat in front of him, almost together with his empty and lifeless gaze.

The two hands with white and distinct bones are intertwined, but they are not in the posture of joining hands.

It seems that the anxiety and mania are unbearable, and it seems that the nervousness is uncontrollable. The hands that are pressed together are chaotically clasped, and sometimes the fingers are forced to each other, and the twisted joints make an overwhelmed click sound.

As if he had lost the most basic sense of pain, he didn't respond, but his slightly parted lips were trembling slightly, especially the corners of his mouth, which were always trembling in a vaguely upturned way.

If this is a "laugh" that feels happy from the heart, it would be too scary.

——But, at least Qianmu himself really thinks so.

He thought he was extraordinarily normal at this time, and his whole body was as light as being lifted by clouds. After being in danger for so long, it was rare to suddenly feel a sense of relief from a heavy burden. Of course, he would be in a good mood.

Isn't it just that if it is not discovered in time, it will die again silently, inexplicably, and unforgivably?

The hero who helped him relax physically and mentally deserves the best reward.He was even a little impatient.

Qian Mu is like a traveler who has nothing to do with himself. He happened to see a concert advertisement posted on the street, and on a whim, he called his entourage to join him.

If you have never been to a concert before, it doesn't matter if you can't appreciate it or enjoy it.

The notes that pop up one by one are all floating and rotating with the melody. As long as there is a complete score, a moving music melody can be played.

Is it too difficult for a novice who has never been in touch before to play a pleasant piece of music against the score?

That can also lower the requirements - as long as you have a musical instrument in your hand and you can make a [sound] by playing it casually, that's enough.

After all, he is not listening as a guest, but playing instead of the host himself.

Thinking of this, Qian Mu became happier and asked with a smile: "Gin, what musical instrument do you know?"

When ordinary people hear this weird question, their first reaction must be that they don't even understand the question.

Since Gin picked up the person, he has already driven for twenty minutes, but until now, he has never peeked at the red-haired young man in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Even though he didn't get the important details to judge, the silver-haired man still didn't hesitate, and replied in a deep voice: "Beretta."

"Not bad, can you show me?"

"Please."

Qianmu got a pistol from Gin, Beretta m92f, a very beautiful and light style, which is quite good in terms of safety and shooting accuracy.

Gin's aesthetics are evident in his favorite cars and guns.

Qian Mu opened the magazine of this Beretta, and found that there were only fourteen bullets in the double-row magazine, and there was an abrupt empty magazine.

The missing bullet had already been used on the traitor before Gin came.

"very good."

Qian Mu put the magazine back as it was, leaned over, and put the black pistol back in Gin's pocket.

After putting it away, he didn't take his hand away immediately, but tapped the metal lightly through the coat pocket.

"I don't like being disturbed. There are 21 people in the audience. If they can't listen well, you use this to quiet them down."

"I'm sure you can do it, keep me safe, Gin."

Gin's gaze tilted slightly at this moment, the dense green eyes of the wolf head looked at the blood-like red eyes nearby, and the depths of the pupils seemed to be dyed red with red.

The BOSS's trust as always made this unscrupulous wolf extremely happy.

"Of course, I won't let you down."

"Well, I believe you."

Whether he really believed it or not, only Qian Mu himself knows.

The latter is more likely, he just said it casually and didn't care at all.

At this time, there are very few things that can leave a mark in his mind, and he is more concerned about the performance that will start next, because he is too much looking forward to it, everything in his vision turns bright red, and his body that is cold and hypothermic seems to be unable to hold back Be trembling.

Soon, Gin stopped the car at one place, got out of the car first, and opened the left door for Qian Mu.

After Qian Mu came down, he raised his eyes and saw the factory mentioned in the information.

Half an hour ago, the factory should not have been so dilapidated, but now the walls are mottled, corpses are scattered scattered in every corner, only the damaged iron gate is barely standing, and the exterior with bullet casings nailed looks very miserable.

The sound of the car moving seemed to wake up the frightened birds hiding inside. Before they could do anything, there was a roar of insanity from the door: "Get out, get out!!! If you dare to break in! Lao Tzu I will die with you!!!"

When I heard it, I was almost driven crazy by the terrifying pressure, and I still had the strength to make a cry of dying struggle.

Qian Mu was suddenly stimulated by a word that should not appear, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could not help but widen.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

Gin took out a tool that was very useful at this time from the trunk, and walked forward alone.

Qian Mu didn't look much, and retreated quite naturally to the side of the Porsche, a distance of several hundred meters away, leisurely looking at the beautiful scenery blooming in front of him.

A lunatic with a hand-held bazooka blasted open the iron gate, which was unable to struggle.

The other lunatic waited for the burning fragments to finish splashing, and then slowly stepped forward, stepped over the flames that had burned to the ground, stepped over the corpse whose original shape could not be seen clearly, and walked into the door that was suddenly half-lit.

The interior of the factory after the power outage was also illuminated, and the seemingly thin figure of the red-haired young man appeared in the firelight, not at all leisurely like a performer performing on stage for the first time.

Before that, Qianmu's white and slender hands had never touched a dangerous musical instrument in a real sense.

Whether it's guns, bullets, dead bodies, or blood, he subconsciously hates all terms related to "death". If you can't taste it, you can't wait to burn and destroy all the "dangers" you see in your eyes.

Now his mentality has finally changed... Well, he admitted that he had taken every precaution, but he still couldn't. The fact that he was almost turned into a corpse made him very angry.

He's very—very, very [frightened] right now.

No one could make him feel at ease, he couldn't find any sense of security, he wandered helplessly like a ghost wandering in the middle of the night, and the trembling from the depths of his nerves would disappear at some point.

Maybe it would be easier to turn the culprit who broke the peace without authorization into a corpse?

"Then try it."

As Qian Mu spoke, he couldn't hear any sound in his ears, and couldn't see anything in his eyes, so he went straight to the nearest figure who was roaring and rushing towards him.

It is impossible for this figure to be the only one. In fact, when the red-haired youth and the silver-haired man appeared in front of the open gate one after the other, there were more than a dozen people drawing their guns, and those without guns clutching other weapons. With a ferocious face, he rushed to fight to the death.

Several people pointed their guns at the red-haired young man at the front at the same time, and they were about to shoot without hesitation.

The red-haired young man didn't dodge at all, as if he didn't realize that he was being aimed at by a dangerous pitch-black gun hole, he just raised his hand and grabbed the arm of the enemy who was holding a sharp weapon in front of him and waving at him.

Several consecutive gunshots were fired, and the silver-haired man still had no missed shots under his dim vision. All those who pointed their guns at the red-haired youth fell down.

The red-haired youth acted as if he had never heard of it, he just dragged the man he caught to the ground, still swift, it was a malicious killer move that had never been shown in practice.

It doesn't require much strength, just one board and one twist can abolish a joint, and when the opponent is screaming and rolling on the ground in a twisted posture, he stretches out his hand and lifts the opponent's leg, lifts his foot, and crushes the opponent. The tibia of the other leg.

- Click.

The sound of bone shattering was crisp and clear, and it almost made the listener feel chills in their backs.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Unable to stop screaming for a while, the red-haired youth let go of his hand with little interest and turned to the next target.

When he was practicing judo in the police academy, he used various foot skills most often, in order to save effort and ease. Compared with his hands, his legs are more flexible.

Usually it's just practice and you can't see it, but in real combat where you just need to kill the opponent quickly, the horror of these legs is finally fully revealed.

It is not limited to judo moves, as long as it is convenient and quick, it doesn't matter how you do it.

His two legs were like ropes that tightened as he struggled. With a little force, he broke a man's neck. After standing up on the ground, he kicked the other man's calf sideways, and then twisted it with his wrong hand when he fell down. Neck...continuous blood flowers slowly overflowing from the feet...

It is like an oil painting that uses the ground as paper and continuously sprays paint on it. Even the whining has faded, and everything is carried out in darkness.

There was someone guarding behind him at all times, eliminating obstacles for him, and the red-haired youth's every move became more and more smooth.

Qian Mu didn't feel that he was doing something terrible.

In his world, he is playing wildly in front of a piano.

At first, he flicked his fingers to a completely unfamiliar score, but later he didn’t look at the score at all, and it became more normal. He pressed the black and white keys casually, and stepped on the pedals with both feet. Gradually, the chaotic notes with a certain rhythm have a unique rhythm and a wonderful rhyme, and finally become much more beautiful.

Unsurprisingly, the specially found audience was not cooperative enough, but fortunately, the specially brought subordinates were very capable, able to calm their emotions in time every time, and gave him a well-timed accompaniment.

It can be regarded as an accidental discovery, I didn't expect them to have such a tacit understanding.

It has been a long time since Qianmu felt so comfortable. After all, he had long forgotten the experience of being peaceful like soaking in warm water. Now, as if in a lifetime, he almost didn't want the piano piece to end abruptly.

It's a pity that there are only 21 people in the audience, and 20 people have learned to keep quiet and polite forever. It took a little effort to appease the last person, and the venue for the performance was changed to the innermost part of the factory, with a very narrow passage space. .

"—Boom!"

——Dangdang!

Unfortunately, with the last two swift and passionate accents, the performance still ended.

Really, very sorry.

"How is my performance?"

"very perfect."

……

……

In a trance, consciousness converges.

Qian Mu slowly blinked his heavy eyes.

The immobile figure on the ground could not be imprinted into his red eyes, and the first thing he saw clearly was a small cluster of flames in front of him.

The warehouse is also in a state of power outage, and the lights cannot be turned on.

Gin pried open the lid of the lighter with his thumb, and after a soft click, he tentatively used the ignition light to illuminate the surrounding field of vision.

"The cleaning is over, Boss, there are no missing mice."

"Is it……"

Qian Mu reacted for a while, and then slowly smiled.

"Then it's over here, um, not bad."

He turned around and walked out without pausing, and there was the sound of running water wherever he walked.

Gin followed.

Walking on the way back, maybe it was because he was in a good mood, the atmosphere between Qianmu and Gin was not as solid as when they met last time, and he even took the initiative to chat with Gin.

"I heard that the cause of this incident, um, the superficial cause is that you involuntarily killed the boss and elites during the transaction, which aroused the resentment of the remaining staff... Ah, I don't want to ask you to blame, it's just me Somewhat curious, why did you take them all at that time?"

"The idiots of the Mud Misery Society wanted to lower the price, and just received your order from the BOSS. They didn't have time to entangle with them, so they just cleaned them all up."

"So it's because of me."

"No, it's because I failed to clean up the tail in time, and I'm asking the boss to remind me personally, please punish me."

"Why would I punish you, Gin, you've helped me a lot, I should reward you. Ah...I thought of it."

Tick, tick.

Beads of blood formed a string, dripping down the almost transparent white fingertips, and stained Qian Mu's trousers and shoe uppers.

Qianmu paused slightly annoyed, and when he looked back at Gin, he smiled: "Rum violated the order I gave four years ago, and secretly conducted many drug transactions with the Mud Society."

"I didn't have time to take care of him, and I raised his ambition, so he focused on you who shared power with him... It can be considered that I failed to do my duty and put you under too much pressure."

"For some reason, Rum's life has to be saved, and he can't disappear from the organization... But how can I let you endure being wronged? That's it, Gin."

"I remember, in order to hide his identity, Rum released the fake news that he had a prosthetic eye."

"I allow you to help him—to help him, to make the false true."

When she said this softly, Qian Mu gently patted the silver-haired man on the shoulder as if encouraging him.

He found that he really seemed to trust this man a little bit.

There was still blood on his hands that couldn't be washed clean.

Gin's black coat was also wet with blood, and even his silver hair was splashed a lot, the blood beads caught between the cold hair were very conspicuous.

Presumably Gin didn't mind the BOSS smearing dirty blood on his clothes, because his eyebrows drooped, and what he said from the depths of his throat was not only a promise, but also an uncontrollable bloodthirsty excitement: "I will put Rum's eyeballs Make it into a beautiful decoration and present it to you."

"No need, I'm not interested in the body parts of idiots. If you like it, you can keep it for yourself."

After Qianmu finished speaking, he turned around and continued to walk forward.

The warehouse was full of cargo boxes, all of which carried Qianmu's extremely disgusted atmosphere. At this time, when his rationality and psychological state have not fully recovered, he is even more unwilling to stay here for longer.

After leaving the warehouse, Qian Mu still ignored the mess that had fallen all over the floor, and went downstairs along the clanging iron stairs. While walking, he slowly wiped the blood on his hands with the clean cloth he found in the warehouse.

So dirty.

Shouldn't gloves be put on earlier next time?

He was thinking half-seriously, half-absently.

Gin's cell phone rang suddenly.

Gin answered the phone, listened to the sentence with a blank face, and handed the phone to Qianmu: "Boss, it's Vermouth."

Qian Mu was puzzled for a second, then remembered that his own mobile phone was turned off and left in Gin's car: "What's wrong?"

"Boss..."

Belmode's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, erratic, revealing a bit of subtle speechlessness.

"Your classmate is here."

Qian Mu: "What classmate?"

His brain nerves were still sluggish, and he couldn't react suddenly.

"Your classmates at the police academy, Jiang Gu Ling, and Zhu Fu Jingguang."

Belmode probably encountered such an outrageous thing for the first time, and the most imaginative screenwriter probably couldn't make up such a plot.

"They seem to have found the clues left by the Mud Misery Society from the underground warehouse of the shopping mall. They suspect that you suddenly left without saying goodbye, and that you are a member of the Mud Misery Society who went alone to hunt down and transport drugs—"

Qian Mu: "...?"

Belmode: "So, as soon as they were impulsive, they followed the clues and searched all the way to save you... Maybe so?"

Qian Mu just stood there in a daze for five seconds: "Save... me?"

Take a look at the dead cannon fodder all over the floor, and then look at him who is covered in blood and is wiping the blood——

Then again, who are they going to save?