He confirmed again and again that his heartbeat and breathing were really gone. The pupils are also constantly dilating and diverging. This made his scalp feel a little numb.
After Li Huo was transferred to the Superpower Bureau, he investigated many cases, saw many dead people, and personally caught superhuman criminals, but this was the first time he had killed someone with his own hands.
Accidentally, he found that his hands were covered with warm blood. A nauseating feeling came over him, and he swallowed it back forcefully.
Maybe the uppercut was too hard and shattered the suspect's internal organs? In any case, the suspect he was chasing died, which cannot but be said to be a major failure.
When the suspect dies, the clue is lost. Not only that, even though he accidentally killed the opponent during the pursuit, he was not completely without responsibility. At least a rather troublesome investigation would be avoided.
That's if the investigation is fair. If a competitor wants to mess with him, they can take advantage of it and make a big fuss about it. Are there any consequences? It may seriously hinder his promotion.
The more he thought about it, the more serious it became, and the more he thought about it, the more upset he became. But this kind of thing must be reported as early as possible. The longer he delays, the more reasons others will have to make a fuss about him in the future.
Unhappily, he took out his cell phone, left the body that made him feel intensely uneasy, walked to the roadside not far away, sat on the cement guardrail along the roadside, and dialed Ai Ting's number.
"Director Ai, I found Fan Bu."
That was all he said, then he paused and then said, "But he's dead."
Finally he added: "I punched him in the abdomen and he died."
"Okay, got it."
Unexpectedly, Ai Ting neither reprimanded nor complained, but just replied lightly, which made him even more upset.
If his immediate boss Ai Ting wants to embarrass him on this matter and pave the way for his man Meng Fei to be promoted to deputy minister, he will really become a stepping stone for others, but he has no way to deal with it!
"Then what should I do now?"
He wiped his bloody left hand on the concrete guardrail and asked in a panic.
"Keep an eye on the body there, we'll be here soon."
Ai Ting hung up the phone after explaining, and his phone became silent.
Li Huo stuffed his cell phone, which was also covered in blood, back into his trouser pocket, and walked back to the scene anxiously like a murderer.
But he froze.
Because the grass where the body was lying just now is now empty, with nothing left except the remaining blood stains!
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Feeling the disappearance of the body's consciousness, Fan Bu sat on the sofa, rubbed his eyes and yawned.
For him, although tonight's "date" was unsuccessful, it was over and it was time to go to bed.
Even in such an extreme situation, he took perfect precautions.
Of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to go out and do it himself. It's his puppet that's doing the work outside.
When encountering extreme situations where it is difficult to escape from the pursuit of superpower masters from the Superpower Bureau, the doll will first pretend to be dead, and then wait for an opportunity to escape.
The puppet will lose contact with his consciousness if the distance exceeds 300 meters. But that's not the problem.
Because the puppet will escape on its own according to a pre-rehearsed secret route, and then bury itself in a prepared top-secret location.
It was impossible for people in the Supernatural Bureau to think that a fugitive could bury him alive, so it was impossible to find him.
He could just wait until the right time later to dig out the doll.
He is the real Fan Bu, currently staying safely on a certain building in Zisu Garden.
Regardless of where he ranks on the wanted list, he's been living in seclusion here for some time.
There are cameras everywhere on the streets of Wutong City, and your face will be photographed accidentally. So he usually doesn't go out.
His puppet has two faces. One is exactly like him, and one is different from him. The two can be exchanged at any time.
Usually his doll works as a security guard in the logistics center next to his "secluded" community, and is under his direct control most of the time.
Making money is secondary, the important thing is that he can "take" necessary living materials back at will. Spending money can easily be traced back to clues. It won't work if you use it directly.
It's not like the police never came to my door while living in seclusion. Fortunately, his superpower is very strong. As long as someone trying to chase him appears within three hundred meters, he will be able to detect it immediately. He managed to escape several times when someone came to his door.
No one will come looking for him this time. Because he intentionally used his own face on the puppet.
The police will focus on the dolls. But the doll is destined to be impossible to catch, so his real body can sit back and relax upstairs in the community.
But when he just thought about it, his heart thumped.
There were two more shadows of consciousness in his mind. They hurriedly came in from the gate of the community and went straight to the building where he was.
His face kept flashing across both consciousnesses. There was also a list of room numbers floating between the two consciousnesses. The 703 he was in was suddenly on the list.
These two people are here for him! Like a bow being drawn, his nerves became tense all of a sudden.
After the two people went straight to the building, they did not enter together. Instead, one guarded the entrance of the corridor while the other took the elevator upstairs.
In this case, only the last resort should be used. Boss Fan pulled up a corner of the sheet and opened it suddenly.
A pile of coiled ropes was exposed under the heavy wooden bed. One end of the rope is stuck on the foot of the bed with a very professional safety buckle.
He held the bundle of ropes in one hand and pushed the window open with the other hand. The cool breeze from high altitude flows in together with the cool night.
The rope, which was half as thick as a wrist, was thrown out and fell silently, like a fat intestine that looked exaggeratedly long because it was straightened.
The seventh floor is relatively high. Looking down, Boss Fan's feet were a little weak. Relatively speaking, he still prefers the doll's body.
That kind of specially-made battle doll is many times stronger than his clumsy body in terms of strength and agility.
But the most important thing is that the doll is a doll and you will not die if you fall. If it's broken, the Chiwu people will repair it.
And he would really die if he fell.
He grabbed the rope with both hands and pushed against the wall with his feet while sliding down. Fortunately, the few exercises I did in the past worked. He landed smoothly.
This is the back of the building. He didn't have to worry about being seen by the people guarding the corridor, he just had to escape quickly.
At two or three in the morning, although the street lights in the community were bright, there was no one on the road. He doesn't have to take the high road. On the other side of the road is an overgrown wall. He would follow the wall.
There is a wall about a hundred meters away that is relatively low and the barbed wire fence above is incomplete.
He could climb out of the gap, then walk along the river embankment outside, and leave Zisu Garden without anyone noticing.
The police may cordon off the community and conduct house-to-house searches, but they won't be able to find him.
But as soon as he reached the edge of the wall, he saw a person standing under a big tree.
That's a nice shadow. Slim, simple and beautiful, I want a beautiful silhouette.
There was no weapon in her hand, and her hands hung naturally at her sides. The light of the streetlight reflected in the dark pupils, staring straight at him.
"Mr. Fan?"
Fan Bu took a step back involuntarily. He felt very strange.
As long as there is a human within three hundred meters, consciousness will inevitably appear in his mind.
So he has in his mind everything that everyone within a three hundred meter radius is thinking. However, this person was not included!
He couldn't help but focus his eyes on this person, wanting to directly use his eyes to explore what this person was thinking.
In addition to his brain being able to directly receive brain waves, his eyes can also actively gather the other party's brain waves to his optic nerve and then send them to his own brain.
But he immediately let out a scream, covered his eyes and fell to his knees on the ground.
Horror, severe pain, anxiety, and a strange mixture of bad feelings filled his brain.
He felt that he was standing not far from the sun, and then he opened his eyes and glanced at the surface of the sun.
Just like a strong light sweeping across a film, the rays from the sun swept through his entire consciousness almost instantly, causing severe burns in his brain!
