Two full hours.

Finally, the last garbage truck slowly drove away.

The large pieces of the body had all been cleaned up. It was inevitable that some fragments and bloodstains would remain on the ground or in the building.

Fortunately, the leaders at the scene were quite humane and didn't insist on overly meticulous cleaning just for the sake of appearances.

Zhou Jian gathered the team and left, nodding to the special agent as he departed, and leaving a remark to Wang Yilin: "If there's more work clearing up Destiny, the Investigation Corps is happy to help."

Wang Yilin nodded knowingly, truly understanding the implication this time.

"Special agent, shall we leave as well?" Wang Yilin inquired of the special agent.

Upon hearing this, the special agent's lips curled into an enigmatic smile as he murmured, "Yes, since there's no one left, let's go too."

After a while.

Deep in the alley, Feng Muxian first saw the Investigation Corps lifting the lockdown and leaving in formation.

Immediately after, the chief constables from the Patrol Office also emerged and left into the night.

However, because the night was so dark, Feng Mu couldn't see the faces clearly and couldn't confirm whether Feng Ju was among them.

He wasn't really worried about Feng Ju's safety; he was just using it to judge whether the Patrol Office had truly withdrawn or had just pretended to leave, with some secretly remaining inside.

In spy dramas of the past life, it was always acted like this, an old cliché.

Feng Mu had his own ways of confirming; he stepped slightly out from the alley, glancing askew at Wang Xiuli.

He saw the latter indeed making a phone call, and who she was calling was self-evident.

Wang Xiuli lightly covered her mouth: "It's good that you're okay. Inside is... oh, alright, I won't ask. Are you going back to the Patrol Office? Great, I know, I won't go into the neighborhood; I'll head straight home and wait for you."

Feng Mu watched Wang Xiuli hang up the phone and leave, his brow furrowing slightly.

He couldn't hear what Wang Xiuli said on the phone, but Wang Xiuli left alone, and Feng Ju didn't even come out to meet her.

Is the Patrol Office such a strictly disciplined organization?

Feng Mu curled his lips, a sneer at heart: "The probability of it being a trap is more than 50%."

The Black Face No. 2 didn't think so. He only emerged from the shadows in the corner after seeing the Investigation Corps and the Patrol Office depart.

Anxiously rushing into the neighborhood.

The ground beneath his feet felt wet and slippery, with the air wafting a strange scent of a mix of detergent and blood.

The Black Face No. 2 ignored everything, heading straight for building 4, apartment 702.

"Everything was just as the special agent predicted; someone has indeed come."

Wang Yilin, who saw everything, spoke with admiration for the special agent.

This time he didn't foolishly ask if someone was just anxious because their family lived in the neighborhood.

For a neighborhood that had just seen absolute slaughter, if your family were inside, would you charge in without hesitation seeing the bloodstains on the ground and the strange smell pervading the air?

Of course, it's not impossible, but Wang Yilin had grasped the real meaning behind it: better to mistakenly kill than let go.

Without hesitation, he asked, "So we kill everyone who comes in?"

The special agent observed as a few more people entered the neighborhood, but their actions were noticeably slower and more hesitant. Of course, it wasn't ruled out that some were just faking it.

"Enforcement shouldn't be so violent. If they don't resist, bring them back for interrogation. If they refuse arrest, then kill them,"

The special agent swapped to another face with ease now that the Black Pillar was no longer a cover, speaking with righteousness,

"We'll never let a criminal go, but we'll never wrong a good person either."

Wang Yilin took this to heart; his glance signaled to Feng Ju, who quickly led the hidden constables down.

Although still just an ordinary constable, Feng Ju could feel his status among the constables rising. The chief clearly valued him, and the other constables instinctively gathered around him.

"I'm going to get promoted; with the captain selection at the end of the year, I might have a chance."

Feng Ju's heart burned with excitement, dividing some to capture those who came in later, while he himself charged into building 4.

Apartment 702.

The Black Face No. 2 quickly entered the room, his eyes scanning the bloodstains on the floor; there was no Zhang Hao's body, nor were there signs of a fierce struggle.

There were bloodstains.

No body.

No signs of struggle or resistance.

Based on these clues, you could infer...

The Black Face No. 2 didn't have the mind for this; he quickly headed to the bedroom, opening the wardrobe and tapping open a hidden compartment at the back.

A briefcase was hidden in the compartment, and upon opening it, a row of Black Cores was neatly arranged inside.

The quantity wasn't large, but each one was several times the size of a normal Black Core, and the surface seemed to have been polished and repaired, with few cracks, glimmering with a faint metallic sheen.

A silver instrument was installed at the bottom of the box.

Seeing the Black Cores were still there, Black No. 2 exhaled deeply, then his ear twitched as he heard rapid footsteps from inside the building.

He hurriedly tossed the handbag into the secret compartment, closed the wardrobe, and pulled out an ant stick from his pants pocket, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

A Chief Constable outside had just kicked the door open and rushed in, only to find his vision darkening.

Feng Ju was horrified to see the Chief Constable who had broken in, with a wooden stick protruding from the back of his head.

Thud.

The body fell to the ground.

Black No. 2 used his fingertips to remove the eye stuck on the stick and pinched it to pieces with one finger.

"Step aside, or die!"

Black No. 2's tone was sincere, combined with the bloodstained wooden stick in his hand, unleashing a chilling and fierce aura.

Feng Ju's pupils contracted slightly, instantly judging Black No. 2 to be a villain from [Destiny], no doubt due to his fierce demeanor, which clearly wasn't unfounded.

"Shoot him!" Feng Ju ordered, while stepping aside.

A dozen Chief Constables blocked the door, with black gun barrels aimed inside, and in the next second, gunshots erupted.

In the cramped bedroom, with a dozen pistols firing continuously, there was almost no space to avoid.

Yet Black No. 2 stepped forward, his thigh muscles swelling, and lunged forward on the ground, in an instant seeming like a flying plow.

The floor behind him was plowed up, fragments splattering everywhere, some embedding in the walls, while he appeared at the doorway in a flash, his arms turning into scythe-like shadows, instantly severing six or seven feet, and three or four Chief Constables let out a cry, their bodies suddenly shortened by half.

The Chief Constables blocking the door scattered in shock, and Black No. 2 seized the chaos to rush out of the bedroom.

Feng Ju panicked, firing continuously, emptying the magazine in an instant, splattering a string of blood beads on the escapee's back.

"Chase him down, he's been hit, he can't get away." Feng Ju yelled.

Even with bullets in his back, Black No. 2's movements didn't slow down in the slightest, as if unaffected, he only turned back for a brief glance, and his short stick shot out from his hand.

Whizz—

Feng Ju reacted swiftly, grabbing a nearby Chief Constable, who stumbled unexpectedly, his throat crushed by the wooden stick.

Feng Ju released his "savior", the hair on his neck standing on end, as the stick that pierced through was less than 1 centimeter from his throat.

"Chase, we can't let him escape, the special agent is watching~"

Feng Ju's ferocity was aroused, he put away his gun and drew a standard short knife, growling and rushing downstairs like a mad dog.

The Chief Constables with severed legs cried out on the ground, the one with a stick through the throat barely breathing, while the others exchanged glances and all followed Feng Ju, albeit unconsciously lagging slightly behind him.

Black No. 2 burst out of the building, freed from the cramped confines, moving like a fish in water and an ant in the grass, his form and speed multiplied.

The hastily surrounding Chief Constables outside couldn't track his movements, their bullets only chasing his shadow.

"Indeed, without terrain lockdown or prior ambush, hot weapons still pose too little threat to martial arts experts."

The special agent slightly regretted having the Investigation Corps withdraw, mainly because he didn't expect to hook such a big fish again.

"Initially, I just thought to cast the net again on the off chance, but unexpectedly, this fish seems only a bit less fierce than that scar-faced woman."

The special agent stretched his neck, stepping out in a few quick strides, instantly passing the Chief Constables in Zhang Yilin's amazed gaze.

The air echoed with the special agent's teasing voice: "I'm going to stretch my muscles, you send someone to search that guy's newly entered room carefully, his handbag wasn't taken out."

Even when being surrounded and shot, the fleeing Black No. 2 felt no panic; now his heart pounded wildly, he finally realized he made a grave mistake.

He shouldn't have put his handbag in the secret compartment.

Wrong, his true mistake was that he shouldn't have tailed Feng Mu today~

Black No. 2's heart raced, his fleeing steps momentarily faltering, he wished he could turn back and fight, but he was not entirely brainless.

Returning would mean death—too many guns and people at the Patrol Office, he couldn't take them all down.

Besides, the person following him now felt extremely dangerous to him.

What Black No. 2 didn't know was that at this moment, in the shadows, someone else shared his anxiety.

"The Patrol Office indeed set a trap, damn that Black Face fool, dumber than I imagined, if the Black Core falls into the Patrol Office's hands, it'll be much harder for me to retrieve it~"

Feng Mu frowned deeply, not hesitating too long, his facial muscles twitching strangely.

The most fearsome hunter in the ambush circle had been lured away by Black Face.

The remaining hunters had also suffered losses, and they probably wouldn't expect another wave of attack, now was their most relaxed moment.

Now is my best chance to acquire the Black Core!

Feng Mu took a deep breath, walking slowly out of the alley, and as he emerged from the shadows showing his figure, his face was already a sinister white-bone mask…

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