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Wang Congxin replied somberly, "No, Xu Fu-Xiao wouldn't joke about such a topic."

"You mean: he's serious?"

"Very likely"

"Then what should we do? Can you meet his demands?"

Wang Congxin laughed and said, "We are human, not gods. He made such a request without providing relevant data, which is likely an excuse to make us back down." He paused and then added.

"But isn't this a bad thing?"

Qiu Yueran expressed disbelief, saying that this wasn't all bad.

Wang Congxin said, "Cooperation always takes time. Compared to your grandfather and Master Xiao, you did very well. At least he didn't shove a hole in your head."

"Mouth? What does that mean?"

Didn't your grandfather tell you?

He rarely mentions his youth.

"Let me tell you briefly. Your grandfather went to the United States to develop his career. His first stop was Changqing City. He opened a logistics company in Chinatown in Changqing City. Business was so good that it aroused dissatisfaction among his colleagues. So those people asked Elder Xiao to uphold justice. Elder Xiao was unmoved. He not only smashed your grandfather's company, but also hit your grandfather on the head and told him to get out of Chinatown."

Qiu Yueran "..."

Isn't that amazing!

Wang Congxin laughed loudly: "So the outcome of the first meeting is not important. What is most important is further development. Our cause requires not only keen understanding, but also great patience."

“Xu Fu-Xiao is no ordinary young man. His wisdom, strategy, courage, and boldness far surpass those of ordinary people. We must deal with such a person. You must be patient. It took your grandfather and Old Master Xiao five years to go from being adversaries to being inseparable. You are still young. Five years is too much of a stretch. If we can get him to our side within ten years, then we will have succeeded.”

"I see"

Gu Yuran raised her fist, looking confident: I will definitely destroy him.

"Having faith is a good thing. Only with faith can you accomplish great things. You're tired today, go and rest."

Gu Yuran snorted and turned to leave the office.

The door closed, and Wang Congxin's smile vanished. He reached under the table and pressed a hidden bell. The bookshelf opened, and an unassuming white man emerged from the hidden door behind him.

"How about it?"

"impossible"

Wang Congxin frowned: "You don't even have your abilities?"

“He gives me a very dangerous feeling, and I dare not approach him casually.” He paused, then added, “I don’t think Xu Fu-Xiao is suitable. He’s too dangerous. Cooperating with him is like cooperating with a tiger.”

Is this your personal suggestion?

"Yes"

Wang Congxin was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I will consider it. You also need to speed things up and find a new base before tonight. Time waits for no one, and we can't afford to delay."

"What about Kujulan? Will he be transferred as well?"

No, she stayed.

Wang Congxin lit a cigarette and calmly looked out at the villa complex: "From now on, she is the mistress of this villa. I will arrange for her to enter high society and become a socialite."

Chapter 1053 The situation worsens

The higher you climb, the less beautiful the view becomes.

The Hongmen has countless connections with the Chinese nation, and this blood bond cannot be severed by material means.

Xu Fu met this man named Wang Congxin two years ago when he came to visit. The old host personally entertained him and introduced him to Xu Fu.

After chatting for about fifteen minutes, Xu Fu got up to see his guest off. Seeing this, the old man could not hide his disappointment, but he did not say anything. Times have changed, and the older generation, whose values ​​do not conform to those of young people, has their own ideas.

He was like an old man standing in a coffin, half-bent over. What could he do?

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; may he walk his own path from now on!

After that, the old man severed ties with her and stopped contacting her.

Xu Fu thought the matter was over, but two years later, Wang Kongxing suddenly reappeared at the door, and in such an unbelievable way.

"Honey trap?"

Xu Fu shook his head with amusement.

Qiu Yulan is truly a beauty; her ethereal and otherworldly气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance or aura) is breathtaking, like a fairy descended from heaven, pure and untainted by the mud, graceful and otherworldly, only to be admired from afar, not to be touched. The problem is, Xu Fu's mental age is already over forty. For a seasoned veteran who has experienced countless romantic encounters, "meat" is the only thing that matters, "meat" is king. "Meat" reigns supreme; without meat, everything else takes a backseat.

After solving this problem, Xu Fu's life became simpler: he went back and forth between three points every day, working at the research center in the morning, researching the mind technology of the planet Zamalong in the afternoon, and in the evening... what else could he do after dark?

While Xu Fu was enjoying a comfortable and carefree life, the seaside town was plunged into turmoil.

Over the past three days, police have discovered dozens of mummified bodies. To avoid causing panic, the FBI and city officials have issued death warrants, prohibiting investigators from reporting the case to the media.

But this is only temporary. The death toll will continue to rise until the killer is caught, and the newspaper office will be unable to control the fire!

Stephen Martin, who is in charge of the mummified corpse case, is under tremendous pressure. He issued an operational order to his superior, Walker Tylan, promising to catch the killer. Now, three days have passed and there has been no progress in the case. Even if there is progress, it is because five of his colleagues have assigned him tasks.

Stephen clenched his fists as he thought of the five corpses, feeling his blood rush to his head.

Inside the FBI's beach office.

The case briefing meeting is underway in the same meeting room with the same people, but the atmosphere has changed dramatically: the deaths of police officers and FBI agents one after another have cast a shadow over the minds of those present.

They realized that the killer's goal wasn't to kill, but to hunt. There's a fundamental difference between killing and hunting: the former can always be justified, while the latter is a biological instinct. As long as organic life exists, everyone needs to hunt for survival; herbivores eat grass, carnivores eat meat, and the killer's target is humans.

He hunts primitively in a multi-million dollar seaside town, encountering the poor, the rich, men, women, police, the FBI, and more—all for a bowl of rice.

Here's the thing!

The atmosphere in the room was very somber. After finishing his brief report, Walker took off his glasses and slammed the door shut.

"Headquarters called; they've begun selecting suitable personnel from the alien adaptation unit." He paused, then added, "They should arrive in Seaside City to cooperate with you by the night after tomorrow at the latest. Until then..."

Walker's serious gaze swept over everyone in the room.

You must find out the killer's identity.

“Listen, I said must, not as much as possible. This is an order, understand?”

After saying that, he turned to Steven, who was sitting to his right, and muttered coldly, "I'll go to the higher-ups and give you two more days. If you fail, this position will be given to someone more capable."

This statement was an ultimatum. With cases dwindling, Walker's patience had run out, and Stephen knew very well that if things continued this way, he was in real danger of being kicked out.

"In fact, it's not that we haven't found any clues."

Open your laptop, send a blurry video to the home screen, and then...

"This is a videotape taken by a camera in front of a barbershop less than 150 meters away from the crime scene. The time the man appears on the videotape matches the time of death determined by the forensic examination."

We have reason to suspect that the mysterious hooded man is the murderer in the mummified corpse case.

The video was filmed late at night, and the lighting was too dim. The people were too far away to even distinguish their physical features, let alone their faces.

Walker growled softly, "This is what you call a clue?"

This can be found in a short video, in which you can't even see the face.

Stephen hurriedly said, "Please let me explain. This afternoon, we conducted a simulation based on the angle of the video recording and obtained two very important pieces of information: the mysterious man is not tall, about six feet tall, and has a large head that is almost level with his shoulders."

“Men with these characteristics are not common, and we can release this information to help the public identify suspects.”

Walker instantly perked up. The FBI's human resources were limited, and finding a man with similar characteristics among millions of people was too difficult. If they mobilized the masses...

Asking questions is the wise thing to do.

"Are you sure the person in the video is the mummified corpse killer? What if you're wrong?"

... .. ....

Steven stood up and said, "This is our only lead right now. We must investigate, right or wrong. The killer of Dreier is different from previous criminals. He is a hunter who eats people. We can't afford to waste a moment."

Walker lowered his head and thought for a moment, not making a decision blindly, but looking at the silent Amanda.

What do you think?

Amanda looked up. "What?"

Walker patiently explained, "Stephen suggested that we release the suspect's physical characteristics."

"Very...very good, very good."

Amanda nodded repeatedly, her expression stiff, seemingly confused. Then she glanced at her watch and said...

"Excuse me, I have an emergency."

After saying that, he left the conference room quickly, ignoring the surprised looks on everyone's faces.

Stepping out of the office building, Amanda hurriedly pulled out her phone and dialed Highcourt-Hammond's number, only to be met with a low ringtone.

"damn it!"

She groaned angrily: she knew the man in the video all too well.

Hecate Hammond

In the entire seaside town, the only person with a head as big as a bowling pin was that damned, useless dwarf official; there was no one else.

Why does it have to be him? Could it really be him?