CHAPTER 885: CHAPTER 211: BECAUSE HE IS STILL A MINOR?

Once, Officer Huang would sense if the other party was a qualified ordinary citizen.

He needed to sniff their scent and analyze it.

But now, that’s no longer necessary.

As he walked into the room.

Officer Huang heard three strong hearts beating loudly and quickly, representing tension.

The scent was normal, just the smell of an ordinary citizen in fear.

"Come over here."

At that moment, the elderly security guard swung a wooden stick hard at Officer Huang’s back. With a crack, the stick collided with the War Armor and instantly shattered. Officer Huang stood motionless, not even paying attention.

According to Officer Huang’s former temperament.

If you lay a hand on me, it’s an assault on a police officer, and I can act against you. But he knew the other party was in a state of panic. It’s normal for them to be impulsive before he could reveal his identity.

As for the writing on the War Armor behind Lin Fan, it was covered by thick blood, making it hard to discern.

The elderly security guard widened his eyes.

Good heavens, this stick thicker than my arm hit your back, and yet there’s no reaction at all. You clearly hold no regard for this stick.

After swinging the stick in anger, the experienced elderly security guard quickly distanced himself from Officer Huang. He was prepared to run away the moment Officer Huang turned around, hoping to lead him away perfectly.

But Officer Huang paid him no mind, moving onward, making the wooden floor creak as he walked deeper inside.

"What on earth is it?"

The elderly security guard stared blankly at the figure ignoring him, and it was only when he saw the figure disappear around the corner that he snapped back to reality and hurriedly chased after him.

Arriving at their hiding place...

The elderly security guard saw the mysterious armored figure standing before Feng Jing and the others.

In the end, they were found.

An indescribable oppressive feeling shrouded them.

Feng Jing and the others watched Officer Huang vigilantly.

Officer Huang, who was wearing a mask, didn’t remove it. He was already frightening to them, and if he lifted the mask and revealed his zombie-like visage, it would cause even greater chaos.

When Officer Huang didn’t speak, Feng Jing and her group also remained silent, ready to respond at any moment.

Suddenly.

"You all hurry and leave."

The elderly security guard lunged at Officer Huang, trying to tackle him to the ground with his not-so-strong body, giving Feng Jing and the others a chance to escape.

Bang!

"Ouch... that hurts."

Colliding with Officer Huang in his War Armor, the elderly security guard’s expression twisted in pain, as if he had charged headlong into a mountain, leaving his head full of lumps.

Feng Jing blinked, watching the once heroic security guard, who sacrificed himself to give everyone hope of escaping, unable to budge the opponent an inch, instead getting himself twisted in pain.

Officer Huang took out a satellite phone and quietly held it out in front of them.

The satellite phone had a long battery life, almost over a hundred hours, thanks to advancements. Satellite phones had long been upgraded, equipped with small solar panels to autonomously charge from sunlight.

Otherwise, by now, satellite phones would have been out of battery.

"For us?" Feng Jing probed, realizing that the only thing she could determine was that he might not have ill intentions.

If he did, he would have acted against them already.

No way he’d wait until now.

"Yes." Officer Huang was sparing with words, finally managing to say a single word. Even when Lin Fan communicated with Officer Huang, the responses he received were grunts rather than comprehensible words.

"Thanks." Feng Jing carefully took the phone, preparing to put it in her pocket. Although unsure why he gave them the phone, since he did, she might as well keep it. Stabilizing his mood was crucial.

Seeing her try to put the phone away, Officer Huang couldn’t help but want to grunt but held back, saying, "Make a call..."

Maybe it was the zombie instinct making Officer Huang not very articulate, or perhaps he didn’t have Dongdong’s telekinesis ability, and his brain hadn’t recovered as well.

Feng Jing blinked, utterly bewildered.

Make a call?

Just now, the phone was in your hand. You could have made the call yourself, so why give the phone to me?

If you want to call, just do it.

Letting me call really doesn’t make sense.

Of course, she didn’t dare entertain any thoughts of resistance. The pressure from him was intense, especially the thick blood on his armor, which had an unimaginable impact on her vision.

It was clear he wasn’t someone to mess with, definitely a terrifying being from a sea of blood.

Feng Jing’s hands trembled slightly as she fiddled with the satellite phone, which had only one number saved in it.

"May I ask if it’s this number?"

Officer Huang didn’t speak, simply nodding.

Feng Jing didn’t know whom the number belonged to, but given the circumstances, she had no choice but to dial it nervously.

A moment later.

Connected.

"Officer Huang, how are you? Missing me? I’m missing you too."

A cheerful voice came through the line.

Feng Jing swallowed her saliva, looking up at the armored figure before her who was addressed as ’Officer Huang.’