Chapter 33 Put on the Mask

In the postman organization, each mask represents a unique member, and behind the mask is a series of legendary "big robberies".

Although the 60-year-old Pihom no longer personally takes action, as long as the members see this mask, they will still recall the "deeds" he has done.

These masks are all modified from ice hockey masks. On the hard rubber base, various clay plasters are used to create different shapes and appearances, which can not only hide the identity but also show the personality of the members.

Pihom's mask is a red devil's face, with gloomy white fangs carved on the mouth, and the skull-like face is chilling. This mask has some scratches and scratches, and some corners have faded, which is quite contemporary.

Chen Ke wanted to try it on, but was stopped by Hall. He stretched out his finger and shook it, making a "no, no, no" gesture. Priskin saw it and smiled foolishly.

"For us, wearing a mask is a ritual, which means..."

"It means it's time for a gunfight!"

Priskin took over the conversation when Hall was halfway through explaining.

"After putting on a mask, you will no longer be yourself. It is your second face, the devil in your heart. When we don't wear a mask, we wait, and when we wear a mask, we run." Pihom laughed.

It sounds really passionate, but Chen Ke feels that wearing a mask means "Damn, we've been discovered, shoot!"

"It's time to go, gentlemen, there are still many things waiting for us to find out." Hall loaded his shotgun.

The three of them were fully equipped and went up to the ground from another door of the underground safe house. Chen Ke looked around and found that this was the backyard of the gun store. The concrete wall blocked the hustle and bustle of the city outside, and a blue van was parked in the yard.

The driver was a buddy wearing a peaked cap. He looked quite young and was leaning against the car door waiting. When he saw the three people appear, he immediately opened the car door and got into the driver's seat to start the car, which was quite professional.

But Chen Ke could tell from his unnatural movements that he was actually panicking. He looked like a rookie and had a premonition that he would flip over.

Hall opened the side door of the van, and Chen Ke and Priskin entered one after another. When the three of them sat down, the car started.

Priskin took out his laptop, connected it to the handheld radio with a screen, and combined Google Maps and satellite positioning software to start looking for his companion's signal.

Chen Ke looked at it curiously, wondering if the technology used by the S Consortium to track the killer's mobile phone was also like this.

"They are now on White Street, moving towards the West Gold Building, and their speed is not fast. We will intercept them from the east side of White Avenue." Priskin said while watching the screen.

The driver immediately turned and followed Priskin's instructions to go around the White Thief.

The car drove past Li Bo's Haomaiwu Noodle House. Chen Ke looked through the window and saw one or two customers coming in and out of the store from time to time. After killing the clam god, Li Bo's business could finally go on smoothly, but Chen Ke was skeptical about whether the noodle shop business could improve in the increasingly depressed future of the downtown area.

The car went around the corner and drove onto a familiar street. After driving forward for almost a few kilometers, rows of dilapidated residential buildings caught Chen Ke's attention.

No. 49 White Street, Chen Ke's, or Lin Mo's hiding place.

Last night, after killing the spy and killer of the Si Consortium, Chen Ke fled without cleaning up the bodies. However, after a night, no county police came to set up a cordon, and the TV station did not broadcast any homicide cases. It was just chattering and repeating the psychic explosion incident in the office building. It seemed that nothing happened here.

Chen Ke guessed that either the bodies of the killer and the woman were still not discovered by anyone, or the Si Consortium sent another team to clean up the mess after the assassination failed.

"They've sped up. Damn, maybe they found out that Heinard's phone is sending the location." Priskin suddenly said.

"Don't think too much. Follow them and rescue them. We only need to consider these." Hall seemed very calm.

The driver was obviously influenced by Priskin. The speed of the car increased. It must be said that although this guy looked unstable, he was quite familiar with the roads in the downtown area. He bypassed many traffic lights and drove through the alleys, saving a lot of distance.

The car turned out of an alley and drove right onto the main road. Chen Ke saw the office building where he escaped last night.

"Xijin Building... It should be called the 4679th Black Box now. They passed by here. Keep going forward." Priskin said.

It turned out that this building was called Xijin Building...

When he went to Li Bo's noodle shop this morning, he passed by here in a taxi. At that time, he was sitting in the back seat and loading bullets for Glock 17.

The building was then wrapped by the Administration with various black shells. Now when I passed by again, the shell had already wrapped the entire building. The huge white letters "Black Rift: 4679" were printed on the front of the building, and there was a row of smaller letters below, saying "Rank: D".

I have to sigh at the efficiency of the Administration in building the black box. It has only been a short time, and a copy that can be used by investigators has been completed...

It's strange to say that Chen Ke has been traveling here for less than 20 hours, but he has experienced so many incredible things, and the number of people or monsters he has killed directly and indirectly has exceeded three digits.

The shocking events he experienced in this short period of less than a day were unimaginable in his life over the past twenty years.

"Now let me briefly talk about the division of labor." Hall said.

"After we find the car, the driver will approach the car and force it to stop, and then we will get off the car. Priskin will be responsible for controlling the driver, and I will drive the car to save people. Chen Ke, you will be responsible for vigilance."

"No problem."

"Let's do it."

Chen Ke and Priskin agreed together.

"If they still have companions, we have to clean up the trash first. No matter what happens, don't shoot passers-by, and fight quickly." Hall emphasized, turning to Chen Ke at the same time.

"You may be good at dealing with monsters, but remember, never shoot civilians and cops, the consequences will be very troublesome. If the cops come, I have flash bombs, throw them and run."

"But if the other party is a mercenary or guard of the consortium, it's another matter." Priskin added.

When psychic companies smuggle holy objects or do dirty things, they will privately train a group of illegal armed forces. Those people are either fugitives or wanted persons, or simply mercenaries. No one will care if these people die on the roadside. Instead, they will be cross-investigated by the Administration and the County Police Department, so all psychic companies will be extremely low-key when dealing with these underground conflicts.

And this deliberate low-keyness is the background for the postman to safely carry out robbery. This is called black eating black, and you can only endure it if you are robbed.

"I understand, I don't want to kill people meaninglessly." Chen Ke nodded.

The car drove for a while, and Priskin looked at the computer screen and suddenly shouted: "The signal point is nearby! The other party is only a dozen meters away from us. Find it quickly."

Hall quickly squeezed to the co-pilot seat and began to observe the vehicles on the street, while Chen Ke was still sitting in his seat, thinking about his own things.

"On the right, about six meters away, black explosion-proof car." Hall patted Priskin on the shoulder.

"Let me take a look." Priskin picked up the handheld radio and pointed the long antenna at the black car. The signal dots on the screen began to flash violently.

"It's him!"

"Gentlemen, put on your masks!"