Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Misha

“Catch that damn girl for me—I’m going to turn her into a porcupine!” Yiwen pressed a hand to her butt and let out an angry shout, loud enough to be heard from far away.

Although most of the anesthetic had already gone into the girl in black, there was still some left, and now all she could do was clutch her butt in pain.

“Hahaha.” Someone laughed in the group chat.

“What are you laughing at?” Yiwen had sharp ears.

“Nothing, it just feels like you two have a real ‘enemies-to-lovers’ vibe—and you’re even color-coded, one black, one white. Want me to send her to your bed after we catch her?”

“Get lost!”

……

“What’s that?”

In a room on one of the middle floors of Fanzui City, Zhang Zikun—wearing a Jason mask—looked down with puzzlement at the street below, which had suddenly been submerged in mud. There weren’t even any hills nearby to serve as a source for a mudslide, and not a single drop of rain had fallen.

This wasn’t his room, his own place wasn’t decorated so luxuriously. Antique furniture, blue-and-white porcelain vases taller than a person, an aquarium big enough to hold sharks… Even with all these space-hogging items, there was still plenty of room to move around.

If he was wearing a mask, it meant he was definitely on a mission.

Helping the gangsters and the Tian Xing Dao group trade N1202—on the Night Hawk (Night Owl)’s network, tasks in Fanzui City seemed to revolve around this the most.

“I think it’s a rookie from Group 42, codenamed Princess,” Rutherford said, stroking his chin as he also looked out the window.

As an out-of-town member, he naturally reviewed the local colleagues’ info when he arrived in the city.

“Princess?” Zhang Zikun had always assumed the infamous Black-Clothed One would be a middle-aged man.

“Should we go rescue our comrade? Then let’s finish the deal quickly.” The Crimson Walker gestured with his eyes.

Jim and two others blocked the exit, signaling that they wouldn’t be allowed to leave without handing over the goods.

“No, don’t misunderstand. Although we’re part of the same organization, the messes other groups stir up have nothing to do with us—if anything, it’s amusing to watch.” Rutherford calmly motioned for Zhang Zikun to push the briefcase over.

They checked the goods and confirmed everything was in order. Crimson Walker instructed his men to hand over the money.

Although this man gave him a very uneasy feeling, Night Hawk (Night Owl)’s reputation was solid—there was no need to worry about being double-crossed. Unless, of course, the other party’s mission wasn’t just to act as a go-between for the black market and this deal.

“Also, Mr. Crimson,” Rutherford—also dressed in red—spoke up as they were leaving, “I heard you’ve been attacked by Night Demon (Nightmare) before. May I ask why he’s targeting you?”

“That’s none of your business.” The man in red clapped his hands, signaling them to leave.

“Is that so? What a shame. We could have cooperated to deal with him.” Rutherford placed his hands on Zhang Zikun’s shoulders and, without looking back, steered him out of the illegal trading spot.

Only after they were gone did the man in red finally relax his tense nerves.

He would have liked a strong ally to help deal with Night Demon (Nightmare), but the missing Spider Man’s identity was too sensitive. Even if he was a difficult member to communicate with, they would never abandon a comrade.

This was the principle of Tian Xing Dao—never betray your comrades.

So-called idealism.

Besides, if he hadn’t lacked the confidence that the dozen or so men present could pin him down, he would have been the first to turn on him. Because he recognized the man before him—a notorious demon who had been active six years ago.

“Mr. Rutherford…” Zhang Zikun looked up.

“Shh.” Rutherford put a finger to his lips. “Call me Boss.”

“Boss, the direction Princess was running… seems to be the place you mentioned earlier…” Zhang Zikun reminded him.

Rutherford’s smile didn’t waver.

The place he’d mentioned was the trading spot for another of his men’s missions today, which might be disrupted by all those cops.

Oh well. Things were just getting more interesting, weren’t they?

“Such an important mission—shouldn’t you be there to keep an eye on things?” Zhang Zikun asked, puzzled.

“If I went, there’s a more than 50% chance that little blonde brat would come charging at me with everything she’s got,” Rutherford replied.

He was really looking forward to that scene.

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Her body was numb, her strength failing, her sense of balance off. She could still barely run along the ground, but it was impossible to leap between high-rises as usual.

Fortunately, even in this state, she had left the pursuing Fobolers (Feds) far behind. But the Fobolers (Feds) weren’t stupid, either, they didn’t all gather together and chase after her in a single group.

Now, the whole city was crawling with Fobolers—both in the sky and on the ground. The moment she showed her face, they’d swarm at her like hyenas on the scent of sausage.

Mi Xiaoliu kept rubbing her tingling butt.

She hated getting shots.

At a certain junkyard, Mi Xiaoliu leaned against a wall, quietly catching her breath as she felt her numb body gradually recover.

“You arranged to meet me in such a smelly place—hard not to suspect your motives. Let me think… Are you going to tell me again today that there’s another surprise tomorrow? And then another person tomorrow? I’m not the king from 1001 Nights—I don’t have that kind of patience.”

It was Gloria again.

There were just too many coincidences in this world.

Gloria, hands in her pockets, one foot rocking a discarded car tire from the junkyard, looked down and stared straight at the three of them.

Yes, three.

This time, the Clown Girl had brought along another accomplice.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a crow mask. He looked a lot like a medieval plague doctor.

But this man wasn’t looking at her, his sharp, polished beak was pointed straight at the wall beside him.

One more person every day.

“I told you not to be impatient! To help your sister get a body to possess, we’ve been working nonstop for a whole day and night,” said the Clown Girl in that annoying tone, pulling out that red cloth again.

“Oh?” Gloria took a step back, watching her perform.

A move similar to the last time: thick smoke appeared, then quickly dissipated.

Just like before, a little girl suddenly appeared. The difference was, this time she seemed much more real.

Dazed, she shook her head and looked around, then cowered in fear, crying out helplessly in a clear, childish voice: “Sister! Daddy! Waaah…”

She sobbed, but not a single tear fell.

“Misha?” Gloria tentatively stretched out her arm and gently touched the girl.

It wasn’t that she didn’t miss her, but before missing her, she still had her wits about her. Unsure if this was real or a trap, at this distance she could dodge at once if anything went wrong.

She actually had a body now, even if the texture didn’t feel human at all—more like silicone, with a similar smell.

“Sister?” The little girl, frightened, clung tightly to Gloria’s waist, her delicate body trembling.

Gloria held out her hands, frozen in midair—neither embracing nor pushing her away.

“Misha, your sister missed you so much…”

“My name isn’t Misha.” The girl reached out and pinched Gloria’s side.

“Mm, not Misha.” Only then did Gloria pull Misha tightly into her embrace.

Because Misha hated being called Misha most of all.

“What a touching scene,” the Clown Girl said, miming wiping away tears.

“Misha? Misha!”

But soon, Gloria realized something was wrong.

The sister who had just been hugging her suddenly dropped her arms and hung her head like a lifeless doll, motionless.

“What’s wrong with her?” Gloria looked up, a dangerous glint of gold flashing in her eyes.

If the answer wasn’t right, she would send all three of them to the afterlife in an instant.

Because she had indeed seen her sister—so lifelike, so real. That’s why she didn’t immediately rush forward and throttle the Clown Girl like last time.

“Don’t be so hasty, young miss. Remember our deal?” The Clown Girl hopped in place a couple of times, clapping her gloved hands. “We’re not some kind of do-gooders who’ll summon your sister’s soul for free and reunite you just out of the kindness of our hearts.”

Gloria lowered her head, gently smoothing her sister’s imitation-long hair. “I get it. You want ‘Star,’ right?”

“It’s great that you’re so cooperative. Looking forward to good news from you, young miss!” The Clown Girl turned her back and waved goodbye, striking a pose as if to say, Let’s go eat barbecue tonight!

“Let’s go, Mad Doctor.”

But the Crow Man didn’t turn around. He was still staring straight at the low wall.

“Someone’s there.” A muffled voice came from behind the bird-beak mask.

“What?” The Clown Girl froze, then angrily kicked him in the shin, letting out a shrill cry. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

No wonder this bastard had been looking sideways the whole time.

The Clown Girl turned to Gloria. “Well then, would you mind helping us get rid of the rat? You wouldn’t want the details of our deal getting out, would you?”

“Tch.” In an instant, Gloria appeared atop the wall and kicked it down.

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