The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

"Last words?" Tian Tao's voice was filled with confusion and confusion.

"Another dead person?" His tone increased, and he was filled with surprise and suspicion.

"Another one?!" Tian Tao's voice became sharp, full of undisguised horror.

Tian Tao felt chills all over his body. He stared at Chen Ya in horror and said in a trembling voice:

"What do you mean, what happened to Division Chief Chang Wei? No, Chen Ya, are you dead now or not?"

Tian Tao jumped up as if there were springs at his feet, stretched out his arms to embrace Chen Ya, and felt the slight heat coming from the latter's body.

He felt a little relieved, but in the next moment, he was even more frightened and angry: "You are not dead, then who is that corpse in the incineration room? Who is causing trouble, is it Feng Mu?!"

Chen Ya allowed Tian Tao to hug her, but her feet remained motionless. She turned off the phone with two fingers without any panic, and then gently threw it on the bed.

The whole movement was indescribably calm and elegant. Then, he made a "shush" gesture towards Tian Tao and said seriously:

"Don't scream and keep your voice down. You should be ethical when it comes to killing people. You shouldn't disturb other people's sleep or work."

Tian Tao exerted his strength with both arms, and the muscles all over his body made a creaking sound. In the past, he had used this move to pick up the prisoner alive and break him into two parts.

However, Chen Ya, who seemed to be standing there lightly without using any strength, remained motionless. Even though the blood vessels on Tian Tao's arms bulged fiercely, he did not appear any strange, and even the prison uniform did not show any wrinkles.

It was as if there was an invisible layer of energy separating the two of them, and it was as if they were evil spirits who were not harmed by physics.

Tian Tao hugged Chen Ya tightly in his arms, his throat was as dry as sandpaper. His voice unconsciously raised a few degrees, and with a desperate tremor, he lost his voice:

"No, you are already dead, but the person who killed you was Feng Mu. Did you find the wrong person?"

Chen Ya shook his body, and Tian Tao was knocked away. His whole body seemed to have lost weight, and he flew out and hit the wall hard.

But the strange thing is that Tian Tao clearly felt that he was going to be knocked apart, but the wall did not make any sound. He was like a piece of clothing hanging on the wall, sliding silently to the ground.

Just when Tian Tao was about to fall and turn over the chair, Chen Ya waved his hand lightly, and a thin invisible needle and thread shot out, gently wrapped around the legs of the chair, and pulled the chair back.

Then, Chen Ya casually pointed, and another silver needle, as if guided by invisible fingers, turned and inserted into Tian Tao's throat, blocking his screams.

Chen Ya slowly walked to Tian Tao, whose face was full of horror and confusion.

Chen Ya looked down at him with an unquestionable seriousness in her tone:

"Tian Tao, you have been arrogant, rude and unreasonable all your life. Tonight, before you die, I hope you can wake up to something, show your morality for once, and finish your work quietly and without disturbing anyone." Things to do.”

Tian Tao stared at Chen Ya in horror. He could feel the gap in strength between the two. It was an insurmountable gap, just like the gap between humans and ghosts, which was despairing.

He turned to look in the direction of the door. The door was only slightly ajar and not locked. Anyone could easily open it from the outside with a slight push.

Tian Tao's eyes were fixed on the door, as if silently praying for someone to push the door open, no matter who it was.

Chen Ya didn't lock the door, and didn't even look back at the door. She just said calmly: "No one will come in without a sharp eye, because they are all afraid of you."

Tian Tao's soul fell into the cold abyss, and the faint light of hope in his eyes was frozen and extinguished. His mouth opened and closed silently, making feeble ahhhhh sounds.

Chen Ya, like Feng Mu, is a kind person who is willing to give others a chance to speak.

He casually took off the silver needle from Tian Tao's throat and said seriously: "Don't disturb others."

Tian Tao did not dare to shout, so he could only lower his voice and asked with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Chen Ya's face was solemn, and his voice was low and distant, as if he was presiding over some kind of sacred ceremony: "Repent, repent to your fate!"

….

In a street-facing restaurant near the Fourth Hospital, in a warm private room, Feng Ju's family of three sat around the dining table. Everyone's thoughts were a little complicated.

Feng Ju had completed the discharge procedures and put on the uniform of the patrol room again. Under the straight uniform, a lost right arm was extremely eye-catching.

This arm is made of hard black alloy. Complex gears and micro motors are hidden at the elbow joint of the robotic arm.

On the inside of the arm are rows of precision circuit boards and wires. They are intertwined and woven like nerves, connected to the motor, and providing a steady stream of energy to the arm.

The outside of the arm is coated with a smooth nano-coating, making the entire arm reflect a breathtaking sheen under the light.

There is also a line of marks engraved on the coating: God's Arms CX-27 Predator Prosthetic Leg.

Feng Ju sighed softly, with a trace of emotion that could not be concealed in his voice: "I didn't expect that one day I would be able to regain my arm."

He moved his wrist gently, and the five fingers flexibly switched forms under his will, showing different functions - melee form, long-range form, and daily form.

Every switch is as smooth as magic, demonstrating the brilliant achievements of technology that are unimaginable to the people in the lower city.

Feng Ju was immersed in his emotions for a moment, and then shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately, it was not equipped with artificial skin. It looks a bit scary when exposed like this."

Feng Yuhuai's eyes closely followed the mechanical arm that contained the aesthetics of science fiction and violence. Her face was slightly stiff, and she forced an unnatural smile and asked:

"Indeed, then why not install simulated skin?"

Feng Ju sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:

"The special commissioner explained that human artificial skin is a strictly controlled prohibited item and is strictly prohibited from being circulated to the lower city. Even he couldn't get it."

When Feng Yuhuai heard this, he couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart and thought to himself:

"Is it possible to bring in such a powerful mechanical prosthetic limb but not be able to get a thin layer of artificial skin?"

Wang Xiuli didn't care whether it looked like artificial skin or not. She was both happy for her husband and asked worriedly:

"It must cost a lot for the special commissioner to install mechanical prosthetics for you. Will you be asked to do anything dangerous from now on?"

The joy on Feng Ju's face also faded a little. He glared at Wang Xiuli in displeasure and snorted: "Don't pry around about the patrol room."

Wang Xiuli didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she added, "It's such a joy to be discharged from the hospital. Is it really unnecessary to call Xiao Mu?"

Feng Ju's face turned even colder and he said angrily: "Why did you ask him to come? Don't mention this traitor to me."

When Wang Xiuli saw that her husband was angry, she silently shut her mouth, not daring to get into trouble again.

At this time, Feng Yuhuai was about to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of a text message on his cell phone.

She opened her phone, and a text message burst into her eyes unexpectedly, which almost made her hair explode.

The sender of the text message was a garbled string of numbers and letters, and the content of the text message was: The game has started, the remaining countdown...