novelno Chapter 616 - 589: You Have a New Order, Please Check and Accept! (Double-Length)
Chapter 616 - 589: You Have a New Order, Please Check and Accept! (Double-Length)
The taxi has clearly become standard equipment for Corpse Recovery Men.
Within the evil organization, Corpse Recovery Men hold a middle-ranking position.
Their style is consistently low-key and secretive, not known for combat strength.
This is because their clientele consists of the deceased.
The reason is simple: the dead usually do not resist.
Additionally, those who can be killed and have their corpses recovered theoretically could not have been too strong.
It stands to reason that the bodies of true experts are always precious resources, either immediately destroyed or promptly retrieved, not left to a third party for collection.
Being found by a Corpse Recovery Man in itself indicates low value.
However, this does not mean the Corpse Recovery Men are weak; the organization is strong in its wide network and personnel distribution.
Whether it’s Upper City or Lower City, nearly every district and even the suburbs’ Transfer Town sees their activities.
Unlike some famous organizations, usually only active in Upper City, like "Divine Armor" or the former [Destiny].
Corpse Recovery Men are different; they are not picky, covering all areas where "clients" can be found.
After all, dead bodies or resentfully lingering corpses are not unique to any place but are like air, not monopolized by anyone.
Oh no, saying this is somewhat insulting to air.
Air can be monopolized, but dead bodies can never be monopolized.
Team 103 operates swiftly and efficiently, preparing and executing immediately upon confirming an action plan.
The Master of Ceremonies quickly hacked into Zone 9’s traffic management system to retrieve registration information from various taxi companies.
Then, hacking into tax, fire systems, and cross-referencing quickly marked out a poorly operated taxi company.
He then hacked into the internal system of the taxi company.
The driver files, vehicle information, attendance records, and GPS tracking history all lay bare before him.
It didn’t take long for him to have a highly suspected target.
Firstly, according to the CPS history, the taxi appeared near the Eighth Academy entrance on the day of the Martial Arts Joint Examination massacre, staying for a long time.
With so many deaths at the Eighth Academy that day, no Corpse Recovery Man would miss it.
Secondly, the daily mileage of this taxi varied greatly, not looking like it was supporting a family in a regular way.
Lastly, hadn’t this car been to Transfer Town a few days ago?!!
One coincidence is a coincidence, but three combined mean the Patrol Office could arrest someone based on this.
The Master of Ceremonies’ pupils suddenly contracted, suddenly recalling that the Night Watcher had indeed arrived in a taxi two days ago in Transfer Town.
At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it, but now he couldn’t help but broaden his thinking.
It was evident that the Night Watcher hadn’t randomly chosen transportation that day; their calculation was the same as theirs right now.
"Interesting~"
The Master of Ceremonies stopped typing, moved the mouse, and opened the driver’s file.
He double-clicked to enlarge the ID photo on the driver’s license:
"Wu Shou, 33 years old, registered driver with Ping’an Travel Company."
After a pause, he added:
"Or should we say our dear ’Corpse Recovery Man’ sir."
Two hours later.
At the entrance of the shabby, oil and rust-smelling "Shunda Auto Repair Shop".
A deep green "Iron Beetle" taxi, freshly repaired and still smelling of new paint, slowly drove out.
Sitting in the driver’s seat was a man with a gloomy expression, eyes full of blood vessels.
The good news is that he narrowly escaped with his life from the Black Yama;
The bad news is that the goods were lost, and no one can compensate for his ten-year loss of life.
His recent experiences have been the darkest nightmares of his corpse-retrieving career, almost impossible to recall even a bit.
He dared not think about it; just thinking about it made him wish to die!
"Great calamity brings fortune, great calamity brings fortune..."
Wu Shou gripped the steering wheel, muttering to himself repeatedly for comfort.
"That’s right, having survived, I should rebound now."
Clenching his molars, Wu Shou encouraged himself and swore:
"As long as I work harder at recovering corpses, labor diligently, I’ll eventually recoup all my losses, come on, work hard, bodies don’t jump into the trunk by themselves!!!"
Though a Corpse Recovery Man, his worldview is remarkably positive, worth learning from by righteous individuals.
Wu Shou took a deep breath, suppressing the surging negative emotions, shifted gears, and pressed the gas pedal.
The deep green taxi merged into traffic, heading to the familiar outskirts that might bring him "sources."
A crack was rolled down from the window, allowing the city’s unique dust and exhaust-filled wind to blow in, ruffling the greasy hair on his forehead.
The vehicle moved ever further off the main path, with fewer people in sight and increasingly dilapidated buildings around, seemingly perfect for disposing of corpses.
Suddenly, a striking red figure appeared a few dozen meters ahead by the roadside.
It was a beautiful woman, wearing a bright red dress with a hem so short it barely covered her thighs, outlining a breathtaking curve.
She stood by the road, lightly waving at the incoming taxi.
Sensually dressed, enticing in aura.
However, a scene that would accelerate any normal male driver’s heartbeat and instinctively press the brake had no draw for Wu Shou.
He glanced briefly before withdrawing his gaze.
He saw no deathly aura from the woman, but instead, robust life force, so strong it made him nauseous.
So, she was a healthy, long-lived woman, not his type.
"Unlucky."
He muttered, pressing on the gas, letting the taxi speed past the woman, stirring up dust that obscured the red figure.
It truly did... blur for a moment!
In the corner of his eye, through the rearview mirror, Wu Shou saw the woman in red, grinning suddenly without warning, her mouth stretching to her earlobes.
A crimson, wet, slender tongue shot out, so fast it nearly blurred from sight.
Then, with a "pop," the tongue tightly stuck to the outside of the side window like a leech on someone’s skin.
"Zhh—crack!!"
The excruciating sound of glass tearing rang out abruptly!
The freshly replaced window was instantly ripped apart by the tongue, with shattered glass shrapnel like hail sliding into the car, hitting the steering wheel, dashboard, and Wu Shou.
Wu Shou instinctively covered with one hand while holding the steering wheel with the other.
Then, the scent of perfume mixed with a sweet metallic smell in the wind wafted into the car!
He hurriedly dropped his blocking arm, pupils contracting suddenly, to find the woman in red now seated in the passenger seat.
The woman retracted her tongue, her mouth returning to normal as if the horrifying scene just now never happened.
She even elegantly tidied her wind-blown chestnut hair, slowly turning her head to face him, lips parting gently, feigning slight anger:
"Hey, driver, didn’t you see me waving? Why didn’t you stop? Refusing service can get your license revoked~"
Refusing service can get your license revoked?
Are there such rules for taxi drivers? How come I’m not aware?
Wu Shou almost laughed in exasperation, eyes flashing with fierceness.
Having been plagued with misfortune lately, feeling frustrated, and now encountering such an inexplicable woman, can you imagine how furious he was?
Even a clay man has a temper; a Corpse Recovery Man is not molded from clay, certainly not thinking everyone is like the Black Yama, who defecates above his head?
"Hh... hh..."
Wu Shou slammed on the brake, turned around, glaring at the woman with lifeless eyes, lips curling into a wildly exaggerated, fierce smile laced with menace.
Though Corpse Recovery Men typically deal with the dead, occasionally making an exception to turn the living into corpses isn’t impossible.
He grinned maliciously, the face revealing dense corpse spots, he ferociously roared:
"Who the hell are you? Who gave you the nerve to climb in? Don’t you know my passenger seat is reserved for the dead?!!"