I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 287 Using yourself as bait (6k)

As soon as these words came out, the other end of the earphone fell into deathly silence.

Just when Wu Shuang thought that Shikodi might have gone to report it, he asked quietly: "Can you explain why?"

Hearing this tone, he guessed that if he said anything nonsense, then Shikodi might really want to report him.

However, this is not because he is being careless.

After all, this thing seems to be quite lively, and it is estimated that various security forces will not be bad. Why do those cultists come here to make a final struggle at this time?

court death?

Wu Shuang felt that these guys shouldn't be that stupid. If they were really that stupid, they wouldn't be able to hide them for so long.

Even if this point in time is the result of him destroying the throne, the cultists have been operating for so long and can definitely find another place. Being able to choose here at this point in time can only prove that these guys are not afraid. , there may even be plans to attack this event.

Therefore, it is normal for him to have a backup plan to get in touch with this grand event.

To sum it up in one sentence, it depends on the situation.

Of course, assassinating the king and killing Jia is just nonsense.

Wu Shuang told Shikodi his analysis, and she was speechless and accepted it.

"Okay, I will get you an invitation letter, but! You have to promise not to make the matter a big deal." Shikodi said very vigilantly.

"What are you talking about? It sounds like I am deliberately causing big trouble every time." Wu Shuang immediately cried out for injustice.

"When did you not make things bigger?" Shikodi was not polite at all, and added after her reply: "They are already suspecting that someone is helping you. If you use the invitation letter I gave you this time, you can use the invitation letter I gave you to make things bigger." Make a big fuss and I’ll be in trouble too.”

"Can they track you down?"

Wu Shuang was not surprised. Organizations like the Abnormal Bureau would suspect that he had help. This was originally a little prank on his part.

It makes those guys think that there is a mysterious organization controlling everything behind the scenes.

This can also allow the forces originally used to deal with him to be dispersed to deal with this non-existent organization, and Shikodi is a very good participant in this prank.

However, after experiencing Shikodi's ability to dominate the online world, Wu Shuang was a little surprised when he heard her say that he had to be careful or else he would be in trouble. It felt like he knew for the first time God also bleeds.

Although it was not that outrageous, it made him realize that he could not only hide carefully, but also find some other means to counter Shikodi.

"It's not that easy, but I don't want them to have any doubts about me."

Shikodi replied dully, apparently not wanting to say more.

Wu Shuang noticed that Shikodi seemed to be very insecure, especially since Fyodor disappeared. It was difficult to say that there was no fear and panic in that anger. Combined with Shikodi's performance in the academy, Could it be that this woman is an object in the holding facility behind the college?

Being controlled by the academy and working for them?

Fyodor was her guarantor, so after Fyodor's accident, she was so excited and worried about exposing herself. Because her safety was under the control of the college, she was so cautious. .

Wu Shuang felt like he had guessed something.

But now is not the time to think about how to kill Shikodi with a backhand, he is still thinking more about how to find those cultists.

"By the way, there should be some kind of local gang here, right?"

"what?"

"Inquire about the news. These crooked people may have some crooked news channels exclusive to them, and extraordinary people actually live in this world. They have more or less intersections inside and outside the circle, like It’s an organization like a cult, isn’t it normal for it to interact with gangsters?”

"But if that gangster really colludes with the cultists, wouldn't you just fall into the trap yourself?"

Shikoti asked in surprise.

Wu Shuang had already thought of this and said very calmly: "A good hunter must learn to appear as prey, so that the prey will come to his door. You have been monitoring this city for so long and you haven't found any clues." , I can’t just wander around aimlessly, right? Since this is a pool of stagnant water, let me stir it up! Won’t some evil spirits and demons come out~”

I still underestimated this guy. Even without an invitation, this guy could still do big things.

Shikodi thought silently in her heart, but she also honestly retrieved various information and began to assist in the investigation of the matter. Now that the goals and interests of the two of them are the same, naturally they will not have time to talk about each other. hind legs.

"There is only one local gang, which controls most of the gang business in the city. I have found their local boss. Do you want to go see him directly?"

".Not that much."

No matter how big-hearted Wu Shuang is, he would not rush directly to his boss to ask about something. That is Batman's way of doing things.

He doesn't have that many resources to mobilize, nor that much equipment to use.

The most important thing is that if you really encounter some extraordinary person, it will not be easy.

And since he is the boss, he will definitely not care about the trivial matters. Those who are really responsible for the trivial matters are the younger brothers.

"But no matter how dishonest those cultists are, they are still people in the extraordinary circle. How could a random gang member know about it?" Shikoti objected.

And he already had a countermeasure.

"I never thought that I could find it by just asking anyone, but there will definitely be people wondering why I asked this question. As long as the question is serious enough, it can be known to people with enough weight, such as the gang boss. , if he really has any collusion with the cultists, will he immediately contact the cultists and then come to me in turn?"

"You really want to cause trouble, right?"

Shikodi noticed the important point: "A serious enough problem? What are you going to do?"

"Of course I'm asking for information politely. As long as you show the symbol of the cult, interested people will come to your door~"

Wu Shuang was confident about this: "Let's go, take me to a black market or something. I can ask for all kinds of information, and I can also buy some illegal equipment. I only have one pair of gloves now, let alone causing trouble, even if I want to It’s hard to kill the cultists.”

After saying that, he, who had been strolling around the airport, had already walked outside the door, got into the car called by Shikodi, and drove towards the distance.

Old Paul has nothing to do today.

As a person who has been in a gang for most of his life, he has long been accustomed to living in such a life. Peace and boredom are the norm, but it is rare to fight with a knife. Who would be willing to fight and kill someone when they have nothing to do? Just live in peace and contentment, okay?

Of course, as a gang member, the description of living a peaceful life is indeed ironic for him.

A few days ago, he followed a group of brothers to teach some outside gangsters a lesson. Those gangsters had no idea what the sky was like and didn't even know whose territory this was, so they dared to go to nightclubs to sell inferior goods to their customers. , the result was that he and several brothers were buried in the wilderness outside the city, which wasted a lot of his strength.

It was only after finishing this job a few days ago that he realized that he seemed to be too old, so old that he would be out of breath even if he beat up a few gangsters.

He won't be able to survive this kind of career as a thug for too long, so he has to find another way to continue.

Now, he is sitting in a black market under the gang, sitting on a soft sofa, chatting with the gang brothers here, talking about this matter, in addition to getting many young people's confusion and jokes. In addition, many gang members of similar ages also shared the same sentiments.

"Hey, let me tell you, Paul, you should have quit a long time ago. Stop wielding swords and guns all day long. Just watch the scene, like me."

The middle-aged man sitting behind the black market counter said.

This slightly obese middle-aged man was probably a good player when he was young, but as he gets older, his temples have turned gray, his figure is completely out of shape, and he is no longer as strong as he once was.

Paul looked at him and couldn't help but think of himself. Although he had been working hard to exercise, time was not forgiving, and his figure was slowly getting out of shape, as if there was an invisible hand filling fat everywhere in his body.

He relies on his fists to make a living, but now he can no longer swing his fists. It's really ironic.

"We are not as good at fighting as young people, but we have experience. If we don't talk about anything else, let's just talk about this vision. After so many years, who haven't seen anyone? This is what running the black market like me relies on!" The middle-aged man said confidently.

After hearing this, Paul thought about his situation.

Indeed, after being around for so many years, he has met all kinds of people. Compared with young people, his eyesight is indeed much better, but it doesn't mean that he can't make a living from it.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden knock on the door of the black market.

This black market was converted from a basement. It is a barber shop above. It is a serious business on weekdays. Many people from nearby communities come here to get haircuts, but they don’t know that there is a cave underground, only people on the road, and Or the police who are in charge of this area will know about this store that specializes in handling all kinds of stolen goods and selling all kinds of illegal items.

Therefore, once there is a knock on the door, either business is coming or trouble is coming.

Swish!

As a young gang member got up to check, he opened the small window on the iron door and saw the people standing outside the door through the dense iron sand net. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the heavy iron door creaked. Open with a sound.

However, the young gang member looked at the door with a strange look.

But when the man outside the door walked in, Paul understood why the young gang member had such a strange look in his eyes.

Because this person who came in was really strange.

That's an Oriental.

The male, about [-] years old, was wearing a black tuxedo and a bowler hat. He looked like a magician from some TV series. He looked polite and had an indescribable sense of elegance in his movements. It's like he's pretending to be a gentleman, but he's actually a kind-hearted person that Easterners pride themselves on.

But he prefers to call him a pretty boy.

Because this young man looks weak and has no trace of masculinity. His whole body is wrapped in that gorgeous dress. He has no muscles at all that can show his masculine charm. Apart from being able to please some women, he cannot be liked by any man. respect.

At least here, no one will look down on this pretty boy.

And that's where the problem lies.

Why does such a pretty boy appear here? That temperament is completely inconsistent with this black market.

With the eyesight he had developed over many years, he could tell at a glance that this pretty boy was not familiar with anything on the road, and had never been to a similar place. As soon as he came in, he looked around, like a boy who was kicked out of the classroom by the teacher and was at a loss. Like a kid. The pretty boy slowly moved down the stairs and came to the middle of the black market.

This black market transformed from a basement is not very gorgeous. It has also become a bit old with the increase of use time. The wooden boards on the floor will always creak when people walk by, even if the floor is paved. It was useless to put on a layer of red carpet. The black counter was at the innermost side, facing the door, with an iron bar welded on it, leaving only a small window. Even the one leading to the back of the counter was a heavy iron door. The purpose is to prevent certain evil events from happening.

In addition to the preventive measures, there are gang thugs sitting outside the counter on the sofas leaning against the walls on both sides.

Regardless of their age, these people who are put here as a gang to watch the show are all strong men with strong waist and strong back.

That pretty boy walked in here, like a little sheep that accidentally got into a tiger's cage.

Weak and stupid

He didn't say anything, just sat and watched, because he was not here to watch the scene, he was just here to unload the things he got from those gangsters in the past two days, and chat with him. .

The middle-aged man who was sitting behind the counter and running this black market, and who had been chatting animatedly with him just now, casually asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"My name is Hermann, and I am..."

"Who cares what your name is?"

Before the pretty boy finished speaking, he was interrupted impatiently by the middle-aged man: "I'm asking, how do you know this place? Who told you?"

The pretty boy seemed a little unaccustomed to being interrupted so rudely and was at a loss as to what to do. He said solemnly: "I heard from hearsay. It is said that you can buy some special things here?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man sneered, exchanged looks with the gang members who were also laughing on both sides, and said mockingly: "Hey, this kid also wants to buy something special."

Paul knew very well why the people here would mock this pretty boy.

According to hearsay, this reason is too outrageous, and it is easy to suspect that some enthusiastic young people who have just joined the police department, with a ridiculous sense of justice, think they are the protagonists in the movie, use a lame reason to try to investigate some of their own Things you shouldn't get involved with.

This was not uncommon, at least there were a few that he had heard of that had disappeared from the world.

And if this is true, then this pretty boy is quite stupid.

As a black market, how could they accept transactions with strangers? No connections, no fame, they hadn't even heard of that name.

Hermann?

Sounds like someone from a game.

He thought indifferently in his mind, not caring about it at all.

After all, such a stupid pretty boy would either be beaten and thrown out, or he would get out of his own way. In short, it would be the best choice for this stupid pretty boy to get out of the house quickly and with his tail between his legs.

But the middle-aged man, who is a black market operator, teased this idiot with great interest.

During this boring time of visiting the store, it is normal to have some fun, not to mention having such an idiot come to your door.

Paul was not puzzled, and just watched with interest.

This is also one of the few joys he has.

"What do you want to buy?" the middle-aged man said, pretending to be hospitable, and listed the products enthusiastically, "A woman? Illegal drugs? Or a gun that can be used to show off?"

And the pretty boy also fell into the trap, and said honestly and honestly: "I want to buy some information."

"intelligence?"

The middle-aged man also became interested, exchanged glances with other gang members, winked and said, "Oh, that's interesting, he actually wants to buy information, haha!"

As the middle-aged man laughed, other gang members also laughed.

Paul smiled too.

This is indeed interesting. It's not unusual to encounter idiots coming to your door. What's strange is that there are idiots who want to buy information. As usual, they either want illegal drugs, women or guns. In short, they can all be obtained. This is the first time that there is any physical evidence, like intelligence.

He noticed that after the pretty boy started laughing when he saw the others, he also let out an awkward hey.

He probably realized that his situation was not very good, but he still didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. He still took a chance and wanted to continue working hard. He was really a complete fool.

While commenting secretly in his mind, he discovered that this pretty boy seemed to be smiling all the time, as if he was being polite.

It's a bit strange.

But apart from making myself look even stupider, it still can't change the opinions of anyone here.

"What information do you want to buy?" The middle-aged man continued his teasing, and at the same time raised his hand playfully, rubbing his thumb and index finger, "By the way, you also need money. You can't buy information without money. ,how much do you have?"

"Yes, there are many."

The pretty boy replied immediately, couldn't wait to walk towards the counter, and put his hand under the tuxedo to touch something.

This immediately made the atmosphere tense. Individual gang members stood up immediately, and the remaining ones also tightened their grip on their guns. The middle-aged man behind the counter stopped smiling, and leaned back, looking at the pretty boy coldly. , but Paul knew that the middle-aged man had already grasped the shotgun under the counter, and if things went wrong there would be a fight.

However, the atmosphere soon relaxed.

Because what the pretty face took out from his arms was not any weapon, but a thick stack of banknotes. Although I don’t know how this pretty face could put so many banknotes in his arms without leaving any trace, everyone was attracted by these money. Attracted attention.

It's true that they are gang members, but this is not an industry that brings in stable money.

In fact, most of them have unstable incomes and high expenses, so they still value money very much.

If you have money, who would join a gang?

As for the note that the pretty boy took out with him, no one cared about it.

"I want to know this logo. Have you ever seen it on anyone or anything?" the pretty boy asked politely.

Paul tried his best to keep his eyes away from the wad of bills and looked at the piece of paper with a strange pattern drawn on it.

He felt like he had seen it before somewhere.

But except for him, no one paid attention to the note. They all focused on the money. The middle-aged man even took out the shotgun from underneath, put it on the counter and pointed it at the pretty face, never again He was teasing this idiot with a playful smile, but he was holding the gun in one hand and pressing the money with the other and said:

"Now, get out of that door and act like nothing happened and that I don't mind your offense."

"what?"

The pretty boy hesitated: "Where's the money?"

"Money? Where is the money? Get out!" The middle-aged man directly pulled the money under the counter and pointed it at it with a gun. The threat could not be more obvious.

"All right."

The pretty boy seemed to have made some decision. He lowered his head in despair and walked out obediently. The gang members also stood up and watched the pretty boy leave one by one.

Some people even impatiently threatened.

"Go away, pretty boy, if you make any more ink marks, I will break your legs and sell them to George. Those gays must like you very much!"

"If you dare to say anything nonsense when you go out, you'll be the one to look good!"

Everyone is urging.

Because, when this pretty boy leaves, they can divide the money.

Naturally, he hopes that the pretty boy will get out of here as soon as possible.

By the time the pretty boy walked up the steps to the iron gate, most of the gang members in the room no longer cared about this guy. They all looked at the stack of money, until a sound caught their attention.

That was the sound of the iron door bolt being locked.

But the door bolt is on the inside. Didn’t the pretty boy go out? None of them went there. Who locked the door?

People in the room turned their heads to look around, only to see the pretty boy with his back to them, standing in front of the iron door. He slowly closed the bolts on the iron door, and followed the bolts. One by one, the pretty boy's voice became weird.

It no longer seemed submissive, nor angry, nor nervous, but a slightly playful sigh.

"I have a friend. He said that he and I are the same type of people, and he is a very strange guy. He calls himself a shepherd, compares the world to lambs, and says he will shepherd the world on behalf of the gods, but he always steals fish. Get that little bit of ridiculous pleasure out of it.”

As the boy spoke, he pulled the top door bolt and continued with the sound of heavy metal and stone clashing:

"After discovering me, he played a game with me and worked tirelessly to make me become a person like him. To this end, I also hurt many people or living creatures."

Swish!

Another door bolt was pulled shut.

"Although I really don't want to admit it, I do feel happy about it many times."

Swish!

The last bolt was pulled.

The young man wearing a bowler hat stood on the steps, facing everyone's gaze, slowly turned around, took off his hat and put it on his chest, bent slightly and smiled gently.

"Are you ready? Lambs."

(End of this chapter)