575: Chapter 575 Perfect Professional Role Playing, The Strange Clown Mask

Chapter 575: Perfect Professional Role-playing, the Bizarre Clown Mask

The bedroom lights were not turned on.

The chilly moonlight passed through the glass window, casting a vague patch of silver-white on the floor.

Fang Cheng sat quietly in front of the desk, his gaze falling on the two completely different masks.

One was pale and ferocious, and the other was comical and ridiculous.

They reflected a gloomy light under the moonlight, with the corners of their mouths split into exaggerated arcs.

It was as if they were silently recounting his unknown other side walking in the world.

Fang Cheng reached out his hand and lightly stroked the white Ghost Mask.

His eyes were as calm as water, but his heart was undergoing a fierce self-analysis.

Just now at the barbecue stall, Ma Donghe's words persuading him to join the Special Investigation Team were still echoing in his ears.

At that time, he seemed indifferent, but the string deep in his heart was quietly plucked, triggering a deep reflection on his current situation.

The identity of "White Owl" could be said to be his Incarnation of stirring up bloody storms and seeking revenge with bitter satisfaction in the underground world.

It brought him his initial prestige and completely made him synonymous with slaughter and violence.

But Fang Cheng knew very well that this kind of "justice" drifting outside the rules was ultimately a double-edged sword.

It could cut down the enemies in front of him, and sooner or later it would attract a more powerful trial from order itself.

As Fang Cheng's hunted targets became stronger and stronger, from gang thugs to cyborgs of the Noah Organization, and then to those high-and-mighty S-rank ability users.

The power he exposed had long exceeded the scope of ordinary ability users.

The turmoil caused and the spread of influence were also getting larger and larger, attracting the attention of various forces.

Under this circumstance, wanting to stay out of trouble and live in peace was undoubtedly a very difficult thing.

As the saying goes, walking by the river often, how can one not get one's shoes wet.

No matter how cautious he was every time he made a move, he would actually leave more or less traces.

Witnesses, surveillance footage, and even the heavily bombed battle scenes...

These clues might be an unsolvable puzzle for ordinary police.

But for the Special Investigation Team representing official law enforcement power, as long as enough resources were invested in the investigation, piecing together the truth was only a matter of time.

At that time, how should he handle himself?

Run for his life and become a wanted criminal hunted by the entire state apparatus?

Or go all out, confront the entire world head-on, slaughter until rivers of blood flow, no one dares to block, and the world bows down and submits?

Fang Cheng lowered his eyes and sat quietly, his aura restrained, yet a violent force was faintly surging around him.

No matter which one it was, it was not the result he wanted.

Not to mention whether he really had the ability to make a step of being an enemy of the world.

According to his own nature, he was still a person who loved peace and hoped to enjoy a peaceful life after all...

Amidst the ups and downs of his thoughts, the night rendered by the neon lights outside the window became increasingly hazy.

Fang Cheng raised his head and looked at the dazzling skyline in the distance.

The city center of Dongdu still glowed with all-night lights, like a forest made of steel and concrete.

Those row upon row of skyscrapers seemed like giants standing quietly in the darkness, overlooking the city.

In a trance, it seemed possible to see that the desires and sins surging in the shadows were silently growing beneath the prosperity.

Staring silently for a long while, Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his gaze.

Looking again at the pale Ghost Mask in front of him, he then turned to another red clown mask.

This mask was the spoils of war picked up from the scene after intercepting military goods and killing the Masked Man at the Silver Wing Building that night.

What it represented was a much deeper and more terrifying darkness than the underground world of Dongdu.

The Noah Organization, the mysterious Xiao Family, the all-powerful military...

Even that "Utopia" hidden behind all the mists, existing like a nightmare.

Ever since he slaughtered members of the Red Tiger Gang in the dock warehouse and was passively drawn into the vortex of this struggle, he had already been unable to extricate himself.

And as he fiercely made a move at the Silver Wing Building, shot down an armed helicopter, and wiped out the military's secret operation personnel.

It could be said that he was already standing on the edge of a cliff.

Once his true identity had the slightest association with these events.

What he would face would no longer be the investigation of a few extraordinary ability users, or the revenge of a certain aristocratic conglomerate.

That would be a thunderous strike from the state apparatus and a huge organization, enough to grind everything into dust.

His family, the Illuminati he had just founded, and everyone related to him would be completely erased in this storm without leaving a trace.

Even if Fang Cheng possessed strong strength and could preserve his own life, he could still not guarantee the safety of those around him.

Could it be that at that time, he would still have to stage a grand drama of hiding his name, cultivating bitterly, and finally returning for revenge.

Fang Cheng's mouth moved slightly, and he shook his head with a smile.

This kind of plot obviously did not belong to his style.

Speaking of which, he had always been playing a fake role and hiding his true identity before.

Whether being the gold-medal sparring partner of a combat club or taking the postgraduate exam for law school, it was all to have a mask that could stand upright in the sunlight to cover up his dark true nature.

In that case, why not find a more perfect stage that could accommodate all secrets and play a more heavyweight role?

Ma Donghe's words tonight, or rather, the path paved for him by Ma Jianguo and Shi Chengyi, was once again clearly laid out before him.

That was to join the Special Investigation Team.

Fang Cheng had chosen to refuse before with heavy concerns.

It was simply because he loathed being bound, disliked the open and covert struggles within the bureaucratic System, and even more unwilling to let his secrets and life be controlled by others.

But now, the situation had changed long ago.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze from the mask and let it fall on his unfolded palms.

Recalling the situation when talking with Shi Chengyi at Xishan Cemetery a month and a half ago.

His current strength could be said to have reached a higher level, possessing more initiative to control his own destiny.

At the same time, the increasingly approaching external threats were also urging him to make a choice as soon as possible.

To ensure the safety of his family and avoid suffering harm from enemies, Fang Cheng specially made some arrangements.

For example, letting Dachui and the others set up surveillance networks in Wanghu Town and Jiuchang Street.

But this kind of protection, in front of a real behemoth, was as fragile as a window paper that could be poked through with a single touch.

Facing opponents of the level of the military, the Special Investigation Team, or "Utopia".

The so-called surveillance network could at most play a role in early warning.

It only bought him a negligible amount of reaction time, and could not form an effective defense means at all.

Fang Cheng actually needed a sufficiently solid "shell" more, a legal identity endorsed by the official authorities.

This identity could become a firewall.

Thoroughly isolating the name "Fang Cheng" from the bloody past of "White Owl", the secrets of the Silver Wing Building, and the monstrous storm that might strike in the future.

An official skin, even a fake one, could play the role of muddying the water.

If someone followed the clues, investigated to his head, and gave birth to suspicion.

The official identity from the golden signpost of the Special Investigation Team could at least make the other party wary and hesitant.

It was this moment of hesitation that could allow him to have sufficient reaction time to conceal his identity and mend loopholes.

Just like when he fought with Ghost Sickle in the unfinished building back then, Fang Cheng deliberately leaked the news of cooperating with the Special Investigation Team, intentionally passing out the "secret".

Taking advantage of this false intelligence, he successfully guided Utopia's attention to the Special Investigation Team, winning more room for maneuver for himself.

Fang Cheng's mouth slightly curled up, and a trace of calculation flashed in the depths of his eyes.

At that time, when Utopia found out that he had indeed entered the Special Investigation Team and become a formal member.

It would inevitably further substantiate this false intelligence, making them more cautious and hesitant, and they would not easily make a move and startle the snake.

Besides the safety issue of his family and himself, the newly founded Illuminati was still just a sapling that needed his personal protection.

This fledging organization could provide him with extremely limited support.

Instead, it required him as the leader to constantly invest energy and spend thoughts to manage it.

Whether it was himself or all members of the Illuminati, they all needed a stable development period.

If he could join an official organization, he could add the most solid guarantee to this stability.

What's more, joining the Special Investigation Team could bring him far more than just a protection.

Fang Cheng's eyes were deep and congealed, and his father's face, which had long been blurred in his memory, emerged in his mind.

In order to find out the cause of his father's death back then, and to figure out the background of "Utopia", he needed massive intelligence support.

The Special Investigation Team, as the highest institution in Xia Country for handling extraordinary events, was undoubtedly the largest intelligence center in this country.

In its archive, there must be all the answers he wanted.

This was a high-level Domain that he could never touch as a civilian.

As for what Ma Donghe said about applying for the "medical team".

This proposal carefully designed by Ma Jianguo and Shi Chengyi hit all his concerns even more and unlocked the last shackles in his heart.

The medical team belonged to the Logistics Department, far away from the vortex center of power struggle.

It did not need to charge into battle and put itself in unpredictable danger.

At the same time, it was also a perfect camouflage identity.

A logistics personnel with superb medical skills would in any case not attract too much attention from Director Ling, who repelled Martial Artists.

He could rightfully wear this "harmless to humans and animals" vest and enjoy the welfare resources provided by the state.

Even taking advantage of his position to openly practice on injured team members and improve his experience in medical skills such as Bone-setting and Tuina Massage.

He could also consider using the mission System of the Special Investigation Team to actively contact those dangerous yet controllable extraordinary events, turning them into instances for him to polish his strength.

Going to work, slacking off, grinding experience, getting a salary, and even including five social insurances and one housing fund.

This was simply a perfect profession tailored for him.

As for the so-called rules and constraints?

Fang Cheng's mouth slightly raised, hooking up a cold arc.

When your strength is powerful enough to crush the rules, you are the rules.

What Ma Jianguo and Shi Chengyi saw was only a genius whose martial arts talent was close to a Prodigy.

They hoped that he would become the banner of rejuvenating martial arts.

But they did not know that what he wanted was never the rejuvenation of any martial arts.

In the depths of Fang Cheng's eyes, beneath that peaceful deep pool, golden flames swallowing everything burned faintly.

Martial arts was nothing more than a means to achieve his goal.

What he truly wanted was to stand at the apex of this world and firmly control all destinies in his own hands.

Joining the Special Investigation Team was not a compromise or submission.

But a deeper-level "role-playing", a more Advanced "hunting".

An ultimate game with the entire state's violent machine as the stage and the extraordinary power of the world as the prey.

Thinking of this, the last trace of hesitation in Fang Cheng's heart also vanished into thin air.

He reached out his hand, his palm gently sliding over the two cold masks.

Finally, his fingertips stopped on the red clown mask and gave it a light flick.

Clang—

A clear sound like the clashing of gold and stone resounded in the bedroom, with the lingering echoes reverberating.

Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of Jiuchang Street had already dissipated.

Sporadic dog barking and the engine sound of late-returning vehicles driving by spread far away in the silent midnight.

The entire Tubular Building appeared exceptionally quiet, with almost no noise.

The neighbors in the building obviously had already entered dreamland long ago.

After making the decision, Fang Cheng's worries were all gone, and he felt relaxed all over.

So he also stood up, stretched, and prepared to go to the washroom to take a shower and then go to bed to rest.

However, the moment he turned around, the corner of his eye caught a trace of abnormal movement.

Fang Cheng slowly turned his head back, and his gaze fell on the desk again.

I saw that the red clown mask he had just flicked was now emitting a layer of faint fluorescent light.

That was not the reflection of moonlight.

But a weird light that alternated between bright and dark from the inside out, like breathing.

The bright red base color on the mask seemed to no longer be paint, but had turned into some kind of living creature.

A layer of viscous liquid resembling blood was slowly creeping and freely flowing beneath the surface of the mask.

Making that exaggerated smiling face appear increasingly eerie and bizarre.

"Giggle..."

A burst of giggling like that of a child sounded in the depths of his mind without warning.

That laughter was full of malice and greed, like a pair of cold little hands trying to touch his Soul.

Fang Cheng's eyes were still calm.

He did not step back, but sat down again, his body leaning forward slightly.

With a calmness and curiosity like examining prey, he carefully observed the changes on the mask.

Fang Cheng knew very well in his heart.

The flick just now seemed casual, but in fact, with his current strength and fingertip hardness, it was enough to easily pierce a hole for an ordinary mask.

And this mask was not only unscathed, but seemed to have been activated with some kind of dormant consciousness.

Fang Cheng concentrated and observed, pondering slightly.

So he stretched out his index finger again, slowly touching the mask that was "bleeding".

The touch coming from his fingertips was not the coldness and hardness of plastic or plaster.

But a warm, soft, and even slightly pulsating flesh texture.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and his heart tightened.

The very next second after contact, a sudden change occurred!

The red liquid flowing on the mask seemed to have finally found an outlet, and suddenly "poured" out from the position where his fingertips contacted.

Immediately afterwards, like a living red snake, it quickly climbed up along Fang Cheng's fingers towards his arm.