Chapter 885 Special Department

But it was not enough. The black flames retreated step by step under the attack of the red cracks. The breath of terror spread, and Wu's consciousness began to blur.

Devour, kill... It was like the devil's whisper, bewitching it in its ears.

It needed to devour more doors, only in this way, it would not be abandoned again.

It never wanted to feel like being thrown away like garbage again.

No one was trustworthy. It only believed in itself and the knife in its hand...

The blurred vision gradually focused, and the pupils shrank into a slit. Wu stared at Jiang Cheng's face who was sleeping soundly. The man knew nothing about it.

"Kill him."

"Swallow his door."

...

The faint voice stimulated it and eroded its last consciousness.

The red crack continued to devour Wu's body, and the black flames had been compressed to the neck, just at the last moment when the crack was about to break through the critical point.

Wu's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the small table and the tightly closed, inconspicuous drawer.

Its eyes were dazed for a moment, and it suddenly turned its head and hit the window.

There was no sound of glass breaking. The black shadow, almost completely wrapped in red cracks, passed through the window strangely and disappeared into the vast night.

...

A few hundred miles away from Rongcheng.

In an old three-story western-style building located in the suburbs, an old man with sparse hair slowly woke up. ơɱ

He was in much better health than he looked, and he didn't have the habit of getting up at night, but recently, he couldn't sleep.

After all, he didn't come here for a vacation, but to hide, or to put it more bluntly, to escape.

The old man put his hands in front of him and lay for a while, but he still didn't feel sleepy. Finally, he didn't know what troubles he thought of, sighed, got up, got out of bed, picked up a piece of clothes and put them on, and walked out the door.

He opened the bedroom door and walked along the corridor to the study on the other side.

But before he reached the door of the study, he stopped. The door of the study was ajar, and light shone through the crack of the door.

There is someone in his study!

Who is it?

He is the only one who has the key to the study!

Without time to be afraid, the old man immediately took out the pistol from his waist.

There are some documents hidden in the study. If they are stolen, it will be a big trouble. I don’t know how many innocent people will die tragically in the hands of those guys.

Pushing open the door, the study is quiet.

Only the desk lamp on the table is on. With the light, you can see a figure sitting behind the desk, in the position that belongs to the old man, but strangely, his back is facing him.

It’s a man.

After recognizing the clothes worn by the back, the old man slowly put down the gun. Although he was a little confused, the old man has confirmed the identity of this person.

He is the captain of the small team sent by the higher-ups to protect him.

"Captain Zhou." The old man put away the gun and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "It's so late, what are you doing in my study? If you have anything important, you can go directly to me..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "squeak--" sound, and the swivel chair slowly turned around.

The moment he saw the man sitting on the chair, the old man's hair stood up, and a chill rushed from his feet to his head.

The man on the swivel chair raised his head exaggeratedly, opened his mouth wide, his hollow eye sockets sunken, his muscles contracted, and his purple skin dried up like bark.

This is a mummy!

Captain Zhou, who was responsible for his safety, turned into a mummy after just half a night!

Before the old man recovered from the shock, a charming laugh rang out, "Haha, Mr. Huang, don't be afraid, I am here to show my respect."

"Who?!" The old man immediately raised his gun and aimed at the location where the sound came from.

A charming woman walked out of a dark corner of the study.

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, her slender waist twisted and twisted, like a boneless snake.

The woman looked at the old man with a charming look, with a full of teasing in her eyes. This invisible breath was the most deadly.

"Mr. Huang." The woman sighed pretentiously, "You said you are so old, how come you still can't understand the situation?"

"Our people have contacted you many times, and the price we offered is enough for you and your family to live comfortably for the rest of your life, but you just don't listen to our advice and insist on going against us."

"Now, your whole family is going to die, why are you doing this?"

"And." The woman smiled contemptuously and glanced at the mummy on the seat, "You found a team with a captain who barely reached Class B to protect you. How much do you not take us night watchmen seriously?"

The old man pulled the trigger without hesitation, but a strange and terrifying scene happened. His hand holding the gun was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been sucked dry of blood.

"Ah! Ah...ah!" The pistol fell to the ground, and the old man covered his dry right hand, couldn't help screaming, and cold sweat dripped on his face.

"It's true that there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you come to surrender." The woman didn't move at all, raised her chin, and sneered.

"You...you people, will not have a good ending!" The old man shouted in pain, "Someone will take care of you!"

"Maybe, but Mr. Huang, you and your family will not see that day." The woman stretched out her slender tongue and the tip of her tongue slid across her red lips.

"Snake woman, don't talk nonsense with a dead man, we have another target." Another man's voice sounded in the room, as rough as a handful of sand stuck in the throat.

"Don't worry, Sand Ghost, we have plenty of time." The woman stared at the old man in pain, with a light in her eyes, as if she was appreciating a work of art.

Sand Ghost and Snake Woman are both code names. They are all human beings, disciples carrying the door, and belong to the special department of the Night Watch.

Even the Night Watch Executive Department is not aware that there is such a terrifying killer team within them.

They only obey the orders of the highest level of the Night Watch, and are also one of the trump cards secretly prepared by the Night Watch.

With a "click", the room became quiet, and the old man's neck was twisted by a strange force.

No, not only the neck, the old man's whole body was twisted strangely, as if he was entangled by an invisible giant python, and then twisted violently.

"Bah, old thing." The woman drew out the dagger, shook her waist, and walked towards the old man's body without care.

But just as she squatted down, suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her ankle.

It's the old man!

The old man stood up unsteadily under the horrified expression of the female killer codenamed Snake Woman. His whole body of bones were crushed by the huge force. At this moment, he was wriggling strangely, and his bloody face turned to Snake Woman.

"How...how could this happen?" Snake Woman resisted hard, but the old man's hand was like an iron clamp, "Sand Ghost, hurry, save me! Save me..."

But her call for help was obviously useless, because the Sand Ghost she had placed high hopes on had died before her.

The mummy also came to life, and at this moment, it was piercing the Sand Ghost's chest with sharp fingers and digging out his heart.

With a crisp "click", the woman's neck tilted and she completely stopped breathing.