Chapter 5 The Escaped Gun

Chen Ke crossed the light crack, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. He heard a sound similar to a mixture of electric current and strong wind. The green lights of the hall were left behind, and when his feet landed, he was already in an alley under the moonlight at midnight.

On the building opposite the alley, the advertising sign with only half of the background light was very eye-catching. It was painted in the style of American oil painting. A very attractive beer girl dragged a tray of beer and smiled at the gray street. The huge red POP advertisement next to it read: In Opportunity City, we all drink Busch beer.

Winter has just passed, spring is quietly coming, and there is still a hint of coolness in the night air.

Chen Ke was not too excited to breathe fresh air again. Although he finally escaped from the dangerous building, the life countdown in the corner of his eyes still did not disappear.

Just as he worried before, he can only live in the murderous intentions of others now. He can still survive in a building full of monsters. How can he survive after coming to the civilized world outside?

Becoming an outlaw by hanging around in gang territory all day? Or try to join a company like Weber Spiritual Products and become a psychic manager who specializes in hunting monsters?

Chen Ke shook his head. No, neither of these two paths is what Chen Ke wants.

He is not a wicked person, and he never thinks there is any fun in deliberately hurting others.

Although he does not reject killing monsters like the "demon hunter" in video games, he does not want to be trapped by various consortium rules and regulations and become a "monster hunter" from nine to five.

More importantly, Chen Ke feels that the previous owner of this body is not an ordinary person. He is proficient in various killing techniques and has "supernatural skills". With such powerful skills, he was still killed by a holy dagger.

This is what Chen Ke cares about most. Who killed him? Why? Who is he? Chen Ke did not inherit the memory of this body, and all the answers can only be found by himself.

He has a hunch that he is trapped in a conspiracy. Maybe if he finds the murderer who killed him, he can solve the secret of the countdown of life and turn himself back to normal.

The countdown was still counting down mercilessly, and he had 4 hours and 19 minutes left to live.

He walked out of the alley and came to the side of the street. Several police cars sped past, sirens whistling, and red and blue police lights were particularly dazzling.

Chen Ke saw that a black office building one kilometer away was surrounded by a group of police cars. Two black explosion-proof vehicles were parked across the street. Teams of SWAT were waiting in full battle array. A huge black machine was humming, and white light slits were opened in various parts of the building. The vanguard of SWAT had already rushed in.

He put the two guns into the pockets of his tweed windbreaker, turned up his collar, and walked quickly in the opposite direction. Although he didn't know where he was going, he would stay away from here first.

At the same time, in a warm and comfortable room in Opportunity City, a fat man in his early 50s wearing a purple robe stared at the screen of his laptop with a serious expression, and a cup of coffee next to him was still steaming.

His name is Pan Jiya, the chairman of the Si Consortium.

An electronic map was displayed on the screen, and the location marked was an office building in the downtown area of ​​Opportunity City. If nothing unexpected happened, the building should have been surrounded by the county police and the management bureau.

Pan Jiya took a sip of coffee. Who knows, the management bureau should also appear there...

He glanced at the eight photos displayed next to the electronic map, six men and two women, one black, five whites, two yellow people, and Chen Ke's photo was on the list.

They were all the eight "holy hunters" sent out for this operation, or seven to be exact. That yellow man is just a "key"...

Pan Jiya put down his coffee cup. He knew a few of them. He remembered that the yellow man was called Lin Mo, who was smuggled from the Phoenix Republic. That was more than ten years ago...

Pan Jiya trained him to be a qualified assassin, a deadly gun, to deal with all the "things" that needed to be dealt with for the Si Consortium

But Lin Mo is not irreplaceable. After all, there are too many people who smuggle to the United States at all costs. He can train the children of those smugglers to become Lin Mo one after another to do dirty work for him.

The time is almost up. He opened the official page of the "Opportunity City Evening News". The psychic burst effect in the downtown office building has been reported.

"The hunt should be over. It's time to take the spoils home, kids." He muttered silently, crossed his hands, looked at the BlackBerry on the table and waited for the call.

"Ding ding ding... Ding ding ding..."

The phone rang, Pan Jiya raised his eyebrows and was stunned for a long time.

Because the ringing sound did not come from his BlackBerry, but from the old white wired phone next to the computer.

This phone can only receive calls but not make calls, and it can only connect to one number. It is used to deliver "bad news"

"You should call my cell phone." Pankia grabbed the phone and said with a hint of luck.

"Mr. Chairman, a hunter has come out." The operator on the other side said.

"One? Are the other six lost? In the future, personnel loss will not be considered bad news. Just call me." Pankia breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was just a personnel loss.

"No... the key came out." The operator replied.

Pankia was stunned for a second, and a drop of sweat flowed down his forehead.

Impossible!

The building has already experienced a psychic burst effect, which means that the "door opening action" has been completed, and the blasphemous dagger has tasted the blood of the sacrificer.

And the person who holds the key must be at least a level 1 psychic, and the blasphemous dagger must have performed the "psychic binding" ritual in advance, so as to achieve the artificial psychic burst effect.

In other words, the person who holds the key is dead the moment the ritual is completed.

"Have you confirmed the signal?" Pankia asked hurriedly.

"He is still carrying the mobile phone we gave him. He is currently moving and trying to leave the hunting ground." The operator replied.

In the psychic burst effect, most civilian equipment signals will be blocked, but as long as you leave there, the signal will return to normal.

Pan Jiya glanced at Lin Mo's photo on the screen, trying to figure out what happened.

Betrayal? Miracle? Alienation?

None of them are likely. The brainwashing of the consortium has never been flawed... Pan Jiya was puzzled.

"Do you need me to pass this message to Grandfather?" The operator suddenly asked.

"No, I will tell him in person." Pan Jiya immediately refused.

Grandfather's current condition is not stable. If he knows about this, his position may be lost.

"Continue to track the signals of other hunters, and call me immediately if you find any abnormalities. Subsequent hunting operations will continue as planned..." Pan Jiya ordered.

The other party agreed and hung up the phone.

Putting down the phone, Pan Jiya paced back and forth in front of the table with his arms around his chest, and countless thoughts surged in his mind.

"Lin Mo..."

He picked up the phone, looked through the phone book, and found the number named "B124". He thought for two seconds and pressed the dial button.

A slight vibration came from his body. Chen Ke stopped suddenly.

He took a deep breath. He didn't expect that he actually had a phone on him! It was because he was too nervous in the building just now. He only thought about looking through other people's things and didn't check what he had on him in advance.

He fumbled around and found a small mobile phone from the inner pocket on the right side of his coat.

It turned out to be Nokia 1208, a small gray plastic phone with a green screen.

Chen Ke was disappointed. Damn, he was just thinking about surfing the Internet with his mobile phone to check information.

The phone kept vibrating in his hand, and the name on the caller ID was "Mr. Blueberry"

"Who is this..."

Chen Ke hesitated, not knowing whether to answer the call. He didn't know what the relationship between this person and himself was, and he didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a while, he still pressed the connect button.

"Lin Mo, where are you?" the other party asked.

"..." Chen Ke didn't speak. He remembered the name "Lin Mo". It seems that he used to be called this.

"Lin Mo, speak up, are you having any difficulties?" The other party was very kind.

"..." Chen Ke speculated. He asked where he was at the beginning, proving that the other party wanted to find him. Then he asked if he had any trouble, so the other party must be related to his troubles!

"You know, I will always help you, you can always rely on me." The other party was very sincere.

"Miles is dead, the plan went wrong..." Chen Ke tried.

He remembered the name he heard when he just came through and confronted the black man, as well as the so-called "plan". So he played the trick to see if he could blow up some information.

"Miles is a good man... um... you need to rest, Lin Mo, go back, go back and have a sleep, I will solve all the problems. Remember, Room 13, No. 49 White Street." The other party said cautiously.

"I will go." Chen Ke said and hung up the phone.

In just a few words, the other party showed three emotions, from the urgency at the beginning, to the feigned compromise in the middle, and finally the perfunctory after hearing the "plan".

Chen Ke believed that his life countdown was definitely related to him. If he found him, he might find a way to cancel the countdown!

The last address left by the other party is the only clue at present. Even if it is a trap, he has no choice but to go there.

Time is running out, Chen Ke immediately took a taxi to 49 White Street!

On the other side, Pan Jiya also had his own thoughts.

The voice on the other end of the phone was indeed Lin Mo, but it was definitely not his tone of voice. Lin Mo seemed to have changed. Was it amnesia? Or was it a side effect of the psychic binding ceremony? In any case, Lin Mo was no longer the person he knew, and he couldn't stay.

Pan Jiya dialed another number.

"Beep..."

"BOSS? What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Slavin, there is a problem with the gun."

"Number?"

"B124."

"Need repair or...?"

"Tear it down directly..."

"Where?"

"B124's hideout in the lower city of Opportunity City."

"Boss, I've sent the executioner on his way. I'll notify B124's guardian later."

"Don't let me down."

After hanging up the phone again, Pankia walked to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain. The city lights were dim at midnight, and thunder was rolling in the dark clouds on the horizon.

A storm was brewing.