This aura is deadly

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

Although Pihom, who is over 60 years old, no longer acts in person, as long as they see this mask, the members will still recall the "deeds" he once did.

These masks are all modified from hockey masks. Different shapes and appearances are created with various clay plasters on a hard rubber base, which can both hide the identity and highlight the members' personalities.

Pihom's mask is a red devil face with sinister white fangs carved into the mouth. The skull-like face makes people shudder. The mask has some nicks and scratches, and some of the edges and corners are faded, giving it a sense of the times. .

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 giggled when he saw it.

"For us, putting on a mask is a ritual, it means..."

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

Halfway through Hall's explanation, Priskin took over.

"When you put on a mask, you are no longer you, it is your second face, the devil in you. When we don't wear the mask, we wait, when we put on the mask, we run." Piho Mu smiled.

It sounds really hot-blooded, but Chen Ke thinks that the act of wearing a mask means "I've been found out, cum!"

"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 equipped and went up from another door of the underground safe house to the ground. Chen Ke looked around and found that this was the backyard of the gun shop. The cement wall blocked the hustle and bustle of the city. A blue van Is parked in the yard.

The driver was a guy wearing a peaked cap. He looked quite young. He was waiting by the car door. When he saw the three people appearing, he immediately opened the door and got into the cab to start the car. He was quite professional.

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

Hall opened the side door of the van, and Chen Ke and Priskin filed in. When the three of them were seated, the car started.

Priskin took out his laptop, connected it to the handheld radio with a screen, and combined it with 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 Si Group to track the killer's cell phone was the same.

"They are now on White Street, moving towards the West King Building, and they are not moving very fast. We intercept them from the east side of White Avenue." Priskin said while looking at the screen.

The driver immediately turned around and followed Priskin's instructions to get around White's robber.

The car drove past Li Bo's Haomai Noodle Shop. Through the window, Chen Ke saw one or two customers coming and going from time to time in front of the store. After killing the clam god, Li Bo's business could finally continue smoothly, but increasingly in Xiacheng District. In the bleak future, Chen Ke is skeptical whether the noodle shop business can improve.

The car rounded the corner and drove onto a familiar street. After walking for almost a few kilometers, Chen Ke's attention was drawn to rows of dilapidated residential buildings.

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

After killing the spy and killer of the Si Group last night, Chen Ke ran away without cleaning up the body. However, one night later, no county police came to set up a cordon, and the TV station did not broadcast any murder cases, but just kept repeating the reports. The psychic explosion that occurred in the office building seemed like nothing happened here.

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

"They sped up, shit, maybe they found Heinard's cell phone sending the location." Priskin said suddenly.

"Don't think nonsense, follow them, and then rescue people, we only need to think about these." Hall seemed very calm.

The driver was obviously influenced by Priskin, and the speed of the car became faster. I have to say that although this guy didn't look stable enough, he was quite familiar with the roads in the downtown area and bypassed many traffic lights. Walking through the alleys saves a lot of distance.

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

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

It turns out that this building is called Xijin Building...

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

At that time, the building was wrapped by the administration with various black shells. Now that I passed by it again, the shell had wrapped the entire building. Large white letters "Black Rift: 4679" were printed on the front of the building, with below A line of smaller letters says "Rank: D".

I have to sigh with emotion at the efficiency of the Bureau in constructing the black box. How long has passed before a copy is ready that can be used by investigators...

Strange to say, Chen Ke has traveled through time for less than 20 hours, but he has experienced so many incredible things, and the number of people or monsters he has killed directly or indirectly has exceeded three digits.

The shocking events he experienced in less than a day were unimaginable in his life of more than 20 years.

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

"After we find the car later, the driver will approach the vehicle and force it to stop. Then we will get out of the car. Priskin will be responsible for controlling the driver. I will drive the car to save people. Chen Ke, you will be responsible for guarding."

"no problem."

"That's it."

Chen Ke and Priskin echoed this.

"If they have companions, we have to clean up the trash first. No matter what happens, no shooting at passers-by, a quick victory." Hall emphasized, turning to Chen Ke at the same time.

"You may be good at dealing with monsters, but you must remember to never shoot civilians or policemen. The consequences will be very troublesome. If the policemen come, I have a flash bomb, throw it away and run away."

"But if the other party is a mercenary or guard of the consortium, that's a different matter." Puriskin added.

When psionic companies smuggle sacred objects or do other dirty deeds, they secretly cultivate a group of illegal armed forces. Those people are either fugitives, wanted persons, or simply mercenaries. No one cares about these people dying on the roadside. Instead, they will be cross-investigated by the administration and the county police department, so all spiritual companies will be extremely low-key when dealing with these underground conflicts.

And this intentional low-key is the background that allows the postman to safely carry out the robbery. This is called cheating, and if you are robbed, you can only endure it.

"Understood, I don't want to kill people pointlessly." 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 ten meters away from us. Look for it quickly."

Hall quickly squeezed into the passenger seat and began to observe the traffic on the street, while Chen Ke was still sitting in his seat, thinking about his own affairs.

"On the right, about six meters away, is a black explosion-proof vehicle." 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 point on the screen began to flash violently.

"It's him!"

"Gentlemen, put on your masks!"