PFC Chapter 115 Overestimating One's Abilities
Chapter 115 Overestimating One's Abilities
The repairman grinned and reacted quickly: "Sorry, I don't understand English."
“Oh…” Jiang Lin tilted his head slightly, his eyes deep: “If it wasn’t Mia’s order, then it must be Si Feng?”
The repairman's calm expression crumbled.
Jiang Lin: "I heard that Number 23 is good at disguise. Did you learn your special effects makeup from him?"
"How did you find out?" The repairman looked surprised. He hadn't expected that not only had his identity been discovered, but his disguise had also been seen through.
The repairman pulled off his wig, wiped his face, and revealed the skin of a young man on his wrinkled, dark face, and even the light in his eyes became much brighter.
The man looked at Jiang Lin in confusion: "I also wore gloves on my hands, which are the easiest parts to expose. What's wrong?"
Jiang Lin: "You're too confident I can't see through your walking posture."
A low-level migrant worker, whose collar was exposed was a cheap sweater with pilling and yellowing; in terms of appearance alone, he was basically impeccable.
But it's one thing for a low-level worker like him to come to a mansion worth tens of millions, but it's another for him to act so confidently.
"Besides, does Number 23 really think I'm a piece of trash?" Jiang Lin's eyes turned slightly cold.
The repairman grinned and suddenly raised the screwdriver in his hand, aiming it at Jiang Lin's eye!
Jiang Lin reacted instantly, raising his hand to block. The two men's arms collided in a cross shape. The repairman snorted coldly and continued to increase the force, getting closer to Jiang Lin's eyeball!
At the critical moment, Jiang Lin slightly tilted his head, and the tip of the screwdriver "poof"ed and pierced the wall next to his ear! Fine fragments of plaster burst out!
"I'm here to show my boss just how powerful the legendary Mr. Z really is!" The repairman said with a sinister smile, then slashed horizontally at Jiang Lin's neck with his screwdriver!
Just as the screwdriver was about to cut through the fair skin, a dark purple light flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes, and the assassin froze as if a 3D animation had been paused!
In the still frame, Jiang Lin raised her hand and gently pushed the man, who had just been so aggressive, to the ground like a lump of mud, motionless.
The young man calmly stepped over the killer on the ground, went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and then took out his phone to dial 17.
Twenty minutes later, Jiang Lin opened the door.
Qiao Yusheng, now dressed in delivery clothes, waved to Jiang Lin and then pointed to the unfamiliar young man behind him: "This is my assistant. My old back can't carry a corpse anymore."
The young man had a wheatish complexion and very short hair, and his spirit was clearly visible. He just seemed a bit aloof. When he saw Jiang Lin, he simply bowed slightly without expression and said, "Number 97, Jiu Qi."
Jiang Lin rolled her eyes at Qiao Yusheng: "He's not dead."
Qiao Yusheng's eyes widened: "Why didn't you say so earlier! I even got a truck!"
"How could I kill someone in my own home?" Jiang Lin was speechless. "Bad luck."
Qiao Yusheng gave an OK sign: "Leave it to me. Jiu Qi, you don't need to come in, just wait for me at the door."
Jiang Lin led Qiao Yusheng upstairs, glancing disdainfully at the unconscious man on the ground: "Hurry up!"
"Hey, isn't this number 81? This is Si Feng's right-hand man!" Qiao Yusheng kicked the man on the ground.
When the repairman woke up, he was met with Qiao Yusheng's smiling face. The light in his eyes vanished instantly, as if his soul had been taken away. His eyes became empty and his mouth was slightly open.
"Attention! Stand still!" At Qiao Yusheng's command, No. 81 immediately stood up unsteadily, obediently like a puppet on strings, standing straight in the corner.
Qiao Yusheng put his arm around Jiang Lin's shoulder and sighed, "Do you think this Number 23 doesn't get along with Mia? Didn't Mia remind him: 'Don't bother me, no matter who you're with.'"
Jiang Lin: "You're asking me?"
Qiao Yusheng coughed lightly: "So, cremation, burial, sea burial, wind burial, sky burial, which one do you want this time?"
Jiang Lin: "Whatever, but I want to attend the ceremony on the 23rd."
"Your satisfaction is guaranteed!" Qiao Yusheng waved his hand, and number 81 in the corner obediently stepped forward.
"Wait," Jiang Lin called out to the figure coming downstairs, pointing to the tools placed by the door: "And change the lock for me while you're at it."
Qiao Yusheng's smile froze, then he called Jiu Qi downstairs with a dark expression: "Jiu Qi, do you know how to change locks? Come help the locksmith change this lock!"
Three hours later, at 14 PM, in the northern suburbs of Hangzhou, at the abandoned Guangxu chemical plant.
The warehouse's underground secret base contains neatly arranged military computer equipment.
Besides Si Feng and Mia, who were disguised as Li Yu, there were also six logistics personnel who were busy with information gathering, real-time monitoring, and evacuation arrangements.
To become a top strategist, information is indispensable.
If Mia is the queen bee, then these people are her worker bees.
Just then, a man dressed as a repairman walked down the stairs. Everyone had already seen number 81 enter the abandoned factory area on the surveillance footage, so no one was surprised.
While playing the game, Si Feng saw Number 81 return unharmed and gave a disdainful smile. He thought to himself: "So what Mr. Z? He's nothing special..."
"Number 81, any discoveries?" Si Feng's gaze returned to the hero in the game. After waiting a while without a reply, Si Feng frowned and looked up: "What's going on? Didn't you go look for Jiang Lin?"
The appearance of the name "Jiang Lin" caused a change in the repairman's eyes. Before Si Feng could react, No. 81 suddenly burst into flames in front of everyone!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
The man was instantly engulfed by flames more than two meters high, letting out a painful howl!
Si Feng's expression changed drastically, and he even dropped his phone. The logistics personnel at the secret base immediately stood up to protect the data.
The flesh and blood in the flames melted away like candles, and the stench of burning human flesh overwhelmed everyone's nostrils!
Desperate screams echoed through the dark and empty warehouse!
Si Feng watched this scene with a gloomy face until Number 81 was completely burned to a crisp, then he revealed a ferocious smile: "Jiang Lin!"
However, the next second, Mia's stern shout rang out behind Sifeng.
"What did you say!"
Si Feng suppressed the murderous intent on his face, turned around and replied, "Mr. Z!"
"You overestimating yourself!" Mia couldn't hide her anger as she shuffled towards Sifeng in her high heels.
Every step she took felt like it was stomping on people's hearts; no one dared to look up and bear her wrath.
Mia shouted angrily, "If I didn't need your face, I would have torn you to shreds right now!"
Si Feng tried hard to control his rising anger, but the muscles on his face still twitched uncontrollably: "I won't ruin your plan! I'm just sending Number 81 to test his strength!"