FVN Chapter 94 Underground Work
Chapter 94 Underground Work
Chapter 94 Underground Work
A week later.
In the airtight, dark room, a dusty power bar hung from the beam, its light barely cutting through the thick darkness, illuminating the entire cement wall in a chilling and terrifying way.
The walls are covered with black and white photos with curled edges, yellowed letters, and torn intelligence clippings. Scarlet cotton threads, like dried bloodstains, are firmly held together with thumbtacks, weaving a hideous web spanning decades in various people, places, and events. The metal thumbtacks hanging from the ends of the threads gleam coldly.
Most of the photos are of secret hospitals, female corpses that have been disemboweled, and key clues about innate Daoist bodies.
The bright red digital clock ticked away, and on the table sat a wooden photo frame containing a picture of a man in a trench coat and a woman holding a baby in her arms.
For unknown reasons, the woman's eyes were covered up with marker.
Nie Hai took off his felt hat with the brim turned up and placed it on the table. He found a portrait on the clue wall and drew an X on it with a red pen, like a pre-marked fatal target.
In the corner of the dark room.
Sitting there was a man who had been stripped naked except for his shorts. He looked exactly like the man in the photo where Nie Hai had crossed out earlier. He was now bound to the chair with iron chains and shackles, and his mouth was sewn shut with Ling Wu's silk thread. He had long since given up resisting, and his eyes were unfocused.
He knew he couldn't avoid being subjected to soul-searching.
But Nie Hai kept him around so that he could recall as many things as possible before the soul search, and also use his perspective to help with the deduction.
"Does anything remind you of? Back in '68, you were driving and handing things over to the trauma team. Were there any people on the wall opposite you?"
Nie Hai picked up an electric baton, but it wasn't an ordinary one. The runes engraved inside could unleash a soul-burning technique that torments the primordial spirit.
To use an analogy with ordinary people, it's like being covered in charred plastic, but this is specifically for the primordial spirit of a cultivator.
The bound man did not respond and was completely dazed. Nie Hai touched the stun gun to his neck and used its maximum power.
The man's body convulsed and spasmed from the electric shock, his spirit trembled as if it were about to shake out of his body, but his pupils were completely unfocused, as if he were already dead, only his body reflexively uttered a low moan.
Retracting the stun gun, Nie Hai knew there was no point in continuing. He pressed his large hand on the top of the skull, killing the man and crushing his primordial spirit to plunder his memories.
But this person didn't know much; he was only responsible for transferring the innate Daoist infants with special constitutions to the trauma team, nothing more.
The trauma group is not just a giant healthcare company; it is more like an integration of all healthcare companies, monopolizing almost all independent healthcare systems except for state hospitals.
The powerful and wealthy are keen to compete in terms of insurance levels within trauma groups, making it impossible for them to detach themselves from these groups. This is an invisible means by which the Heavenly Court controls all local forces.
After performing the Soul Searching Technique, Nie Hai put his gloves back on.
His communicator was still a one-way message receiver.
The demonic organization is a mysterious, layered system of control. Any loss of contact with a subordinate will not implicate the upper levels, which is the only way to ensure the long-term execution of the plan.
A search of the communicator revealed no new instructions.
Those who wield the True Demon Blade will eventually perish, and the Investigation Bureau will be unable to obtain any useful clues from Fu Jun. Nie Hai took out a notebook from his khaki trench coat, which contained information on three types of people.
One type of person is a pure informant, such as an unemployed person hired to secretly film at a torture chamber club.
The second type is long-term employees who are paid high fees for tasks that do not involve the demonic path. They are unaware that they are working for the demonic path and only think of themselves as intermediaries introducing business.
Wang Qing's elder brother, Wang Jin, was in the same situation.
These two types of people can use conventional communication methods.
The last category is Nie Hai's subordinates, his undercover agents in a lurking state.
There are quite a few people listed in the directory.
However, Nie Hai had specific risk ratings for them, and those who were considered high-risk individuals could be targeted for suicide attacks against landmarks or businesses.
Low-risk individuals can remain dormant in anticipation of activation, but intermittent actions are also deployed to confirm they have not lost contact or encountered any accidents.
Nie Hai was directing the event via a transmitter.
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Far beyond the university.
The garden walkway outside the Lingmai building.
"I'll hit you!"
An Zhi punched Wang Qing in the shoulder, causing approximately 5 points of damage.
Wang Qing is now benchmarking himself against Luo Yueli, the top student in Cangzhou. At the fifth level of Qi Refining, he is already a minor realm higher than An Zhi, the daughter of elite talents.
He found it strange that An Zhi always caught him here.
The one-way radio in my pocket vibrated; it was the model I'd met the other day sending me a message.
But this thing is even more dangerous than a USER account; you still can't take it out if there are other people around.
"What did Ye Qinghan feed you, hiss—"
An Zhi withdrew her fist, wincing slightly, and glared at Wang Qing with hatred.
"Couldn't it be that I have a special talent?"
Wang Qing tightened the zipper of his tracksuit, and after sending An Zhi away, he watched to see what the man in the trench coat would say.
There's no instruction manual for this thing, so I can't understand it at all.
It will scramble the order of the contact time and latitude/longitude, making it look like gibberish. These underground party members are making some damn spy movies. "Pshaw, you're really putting on airs, Emperor of the Home. Winter break is coming up soon, and the college entrance exam is in a few months. Where are you planning to study?"
An Zhi clenched her fists so tightly they cracked. "You're such a shut-in. I could easily surpass you with a little practice. Once you're in college, I'll be merciful and let you be my follower."
Universities are essentially microcosms of society.
An Zhi heard that universities are even more terrifying. There are no preferential treatments for the children of elite talents there. Those who go to school are the best in Cangzhou. Everyone has some background. They form fraternities and sorority groups. If you're not careful, you'll be killed by the 80s!
"Of course it's Gray."
Wang Qing would not give up the underground forces he had built up over the past month.
"Very well, I'll reluctantly take you under my wing. From now on, I'll do whatever you say, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Hmph—you're quite sensible."
"If there's nothing else, I'm going to get some fluids."
"Did I let you go? Did you do something bad to Xiao Luo?"
"Hmm? What does it mean?"
"Playing dumb, huh? These days, eight out of ten of Xiao Luo's conversations are about you. Have you started seeing a widow?"
An Zhi let out a "Huh?" and looked at Wang Qing with disdain. "How come you're even more wicked than Lu Yunzhao? You're practically a smug version of Lu Yunzhao! I told you to comfort him, not to take advantage of his vulnerability, you bastard!"
"Me, 'de,' 'fa'? Do you really know what 'widow' means?"
"I've heard a little about it."
"Don't talk nonsense if you only have a superficial understanding."
These kids are really driving Wang Qing crazy. I don't really understand children's logic. To Wang Qing, they're like demons descended from heaven, especially this PASSION girl.
"I just went online for a while, and then taught some martial arts techniques offline."
Wang Qing held back during his one-on-one duel with Luo Yueli in the illusory realm, narrowly winning by a move or two. On the way home, he taught her some practical freehand fighting techniques.
"That would be best—a sneak attack!"
An Zhi suddenly threw a punch, and considering that Wang Qing's cultivation level was actually higher than hers, she used all her strength.
Wang Qing caught it casually with his hand, a black line appearing on his forehead. It was still aimed at his face, wasn't it?
An Zhi clicked her tongue. Just then, her phone vibrated; someone had sent her a message.
"I'm leaving now, I need to go lend money at exorbitant interest rates."
"usury?"
Wang Qing knew that An Zhi was definitely not referring to the Spider Gang's underground money exchange.
"Yes, I'm recruiting. Those who rank in the top ten in the monthly exams at school, if I give them some benefits, they'll all be at my service after they get into Gray University."
An Zhi calmly explained that this kind of otaku wouldn't understand; once you're on the big boss's team, you have to be the leader.
"Sydney is the first one."
Wang Qing said calmly.
"You underestimate me, don't you!" An Zhi said, somewhat annoyed. "Just you wait and see."
After saying that, An Zhi went off to generously help others, acting like a sucker.
Wang Qing didn't understand, but he supported it.
After Anzhi walked away, he took out the one-way receiver, looked at the pixelated characters on it, and referred to the instruction manual (TXT) on the USB drive.
After decoding.
The information I received is that we will meet at 2 PM tomorrow at seat 42 in a coffee shop in the North District.
But that's for tomorrow.
Something big is happening today.
[Fruit hard candy: Same time, same place.]
[USER: If a third party is present, I will not leave any survivors.]
[Fruit Hard Candy: The people behind me care more about long-term operations than you think. You're famous now, Mr. Planck.]
[USER: Money ready.]
Wang Qing turned off his phone screen. With the intervention of the Yixin Association, they had shut down one of the most upscale clubs in Kabukicho, acquired the land, and renovated it.
With sufficient investment and technical support from the Luxe Studio, the place where Wang Qing would spread demonic cultivation techniques would soon be established.
In the past few days, Guan Xiaolan, a follower of Pei Xuan from the Demonic Path Investigation Bureau, has been calling from time to time to ask questions and confirm whether he is in Gray Core City.
He is forbidden from leaving Graycore City for one month.
If they find anything, we'll silence them.
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