Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 26 Within the Rules, Beyond the Rules!
The rain roared.

The accumulated water cascaded down the eaves of the workstation like a curtain, splashing into the drainage ditch and creating waves.

The small identification badge tumbled up and down in the waves, and was soon swept up and stuck in a clump of sticky yellow mud.

Jamie looked like he'd seen a ghost, thinking he hadn't heard clearly.

What is this arrogant Easterner saying?
Should I go and retrieve it for him?
"Excuse me, do you mean I have to retrieve the badge you just lost from the sewers?"

The figure under the oversized black raincoat nodded, and his serious expression immediately drew laughter from those around him.

Hearing the laughter, Jamie's face flushed and paled in turns, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Then I'm afraid..."

The words have not yet fallen.

A cold gun barrel suddenly pressed against me, the metallic chill shooting up my forehead and down my spine, freezing the rest of my sentence in my throat.

The laughter abruptly stopped, and everyone looked on incredulously.

gun!
He's gone mad! Cheng Ye has gone mad!
How dare he pull out a gun at the checkpoint and point it at his own people?

"Go, help me pick it up."

Cheng Ye repeated himself, his smile completely vanishing, his expression turning icy as if he were a completely different person.

Bullying also exists in orphanages.

In the cafeteria, the older children usually finish all the food, and only then do the younger children get to eat what's left.

But ever since he was five years old, he has always been one of the first to eat.

It's never about relying on the kindness of older children!

"Are you trying to scare me?"

"I'm just trying to scare you."

Cheng Ye forced a smile, slowly lowering the gun barrel from his forehead down to his chin.

Then the cold muzzle jabbed upwards, making Jamie's jaw ache.

"Article 3 of Chapter 1 of the Checkpoint Regulations states that during the duty period, the orders of the inspector are paramount."

"Anyone who violates this rule will be treated as an infected person."

"Mr. Jamie."

The sound of the safety latch being released rang out softly, "Please answer me directly, are you an infected person hiding in the North Checkpoint?"

Arrogant.

How arrogant this is!
Jamie's throat moved twice with difficulty, but he ultimately remained silent.

Because he had a vague feeling that if he said the wrong thing next, this smiling madman in front of him really wasn't joking, and he really would pull the damn trigger!

But the gazes from those around him felt like countless steel needles piercing his back, making it impossible for him to bend his back.

He could already foresee that if he actually picked up the badge, he would become the laughing stock of everyone.

It would be a disgrace to the Westerners and even affect the reputation of the entire West Station!

but.

He... he didn't want to die.

Even if it means dying at the hands of an infected person, I don't want to be shot by the prosecutor because I can't bend over.

"Garcia, Inspector, is now in critical condition."

"You're just a nobody, without any official position or rank. Are you really willing to risk your life just for the sake of saving face and being egged on by a few words?"

The devil's whispers continued to echo in my ears.

Jamie suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with fear.

He looked around at the people around him, and they were all indeed urging him with their eyes, trying to get him to use his "life" to prove that Cheng Ye didn't dare to fire.

But he
"I'll pick it up, I'll go pick it up!"

Jamie's legs went weak, and he scrambled toward the drain.

Under Cheng Ye's ambiguous gaze and the astonished stares of the young people around him, he dug the badge out of the mud, soaked it in a puddle and scrubbed it clean, and finally wiped it repeatedly with the cleanest cloth from his collar.

"Prosecutor Chengcheng."

"Kneel down and hand it to me!"

what?
Jamie's eyes widened, his eye sockets filled with ferocious bloodshot veins, and his face was full of disbelief.

Kneel down? Are you kidding me?

He's the prosecutor's only son; he can temporarily back down to save his life.

But losing one's dignity is absolutely unacceptable, even if it means death or being beaten.
boom!
A deafening roar filled my ears, and scorching air swept across my face, leaving a burning mark.

Jamie froze instantly, and instinctively, a warm liquid slowly flowed down his trouser leg.

shot?

He really fired the gun!

No, how dare he?

Doesn't he fear punishment under the rules of the checkpoint for shooting at his colleague?

Thick gunpowder smoke filled Jamie's nostrils, and the ringing in his ears continued. The pungent smell almost suffocated him, but his mind was clearer than ever before.

With the frenzied injection of adrenaline, the stiff body quickly regained sensation.

But at this moment, even though he felt his legs regain their strength, he completely lost the courage to stand up straight.

puff.

Jamie knelt on one knee, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, and almost instinctively thrust the object in his hand forward.

Something seems to have been lost forever: the head held high, the pride in one's bones, and the dignity of the descendants of prosecutors.

But it seems that something else remained: the still-pounding heart in my chest, the rapid breathing in my throat, and the constant influx of fresh air.

He sacrificed his dignity in front of everyone, but in return, he survived.

Is it worth it? "Congratulations, you made the right choice."

The devil reached out and took the badge, along with a part of himself that he had lost.

There was silence.

Those who had previously clamored, mocked, and instigated were all silenced by this single shot.

According to the rules of the checkpoint, they are the descendants of prosecutors and are above all ordinary people.

But when someone openly disregards the rules, or even takes advantage of them, they realize that they are not even as good as a lowly guard.

At least the guards have an official position, so if they die, the checkpoint can investigate them with evidence.

As for these white-collar workers, once they die, they're simply dead. They might even be labeled "infected" and their remains scattered to the winds.

Blowing away non-existent water droplets from his identity badge, Cheng Ye pursed his lips and turned as if to leave.

The people around secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, it felt like an invisible hand was gripping his throat.

That crazy guy actually... he actually didn't leave?

What is he planning to do?
The dark muzzle of the gun was raised and slowly swept across the crowd from left to right. Each time it stopped in front of a person, the barrel would sway slightly, as if silently calling out names.

Who is he looking for?

Some people's knees buckled, and they instinctively wanted to retreat into the workstation.

boom.

The gunshot rang out suddenly, and the bullet hole smashed into the epoxy floor, leaving a small, dark crater. It landed precisely just before the man's toes were about to step out, missing him by just a hair's breadth.

The figure was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, yelling, "Are you crazy? What are you trying to do?"

"Everyone, don't be nervous."

Cheng Ye toyed with the identity badge, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "I suspect an infected person has infiltrated. Just now, they were constantly urging Mr. Jamie to disobey the prosecutor's orders, but I can't figure out exactly who it is. What do you think?"

?

Puzzle appeared on everyone's faces, and then someone started looking at one person in the crowd.

Dozens of eyes focused on him, and the man was struck as if by lightning, nearly falling to the ground.

"No, not me!"

"Was it him?" Cheng Ye turned to Jamie, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said softly, "I know you're a good kid. Tell me, was it him who instigated you?"

The two were about the same age, and she was even a year older than Cheng Ye.

But Jamie had an incredibly strange feeling.

At this moment, he was not facing his peers, nor the prosecutor, but the godfather who had baptized him.

The Godfather asked kindly, "Is it him?"
He should have replied reverently, "Yes, it is him, Raul Davidson!"

Davidson?
It seems to be the surname of the deputy stationmaster on duty at the North Station?
"very good!"

Cheng Ye reached out and patted Jamie on the shoulder, then turned around with a smile, "Mr. Davidson, could you please come over here?"

Despite the incredibly kind tone, Raul sensed a threat of death.

He turned to look around and saw a group of people with eyes full of schadenfreude at not being chosen.

Damn thing.

They were all encouraging Jamie, why me? Why me?!
Do you need me to repeat it a second time?

Cheng Ye raised the Bison combat pistol with a puzzled look, as if he was about to pull the trigger.

The immense threat of death made Raul tense up for a moment, but he ultimately did not choose to live a humiliating life on his knees like Jamie.

He is the son of Evan Davidson, the deputy station chief on duty.

There is no such thing as living on your knees, only dying standing up!
Even if he kneels before Cheng Ye now and survives, he will still be stripped of his prosecutor's inheritance by his strict father when he goes home, and ultimately die a mediocre death in some corner of the buffer zone.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Raul finally straightened his legs and walked over with difficulty, his face flushed and the veins on his forehead slightly bulging.

In those few short steps, his mind was rehearsing his next words, even if the final result was death, he wanted to die spectacularly.

He wanted to show this arrogant guy that not everyone at North Station was like Jamie.
"Mr. Davidson, I need to report to the stationmaster. Could you please show me the way?"

"Cheng Ye, no."

The two spoke in unison, and a subtle feeling immediately filled the air.

Raul looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

Jamie, who was kneeling on the ground, was struck dumb. His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he immediately understood Cheng Ye's intention.

Station manager reporting?

lead the way?

The two short words struck him like a heavy hammer, leaving him momentarily breathless.

"Um, what did you just call me?"

Cheng Ye raised an eyebrow, slowly putting the gun back into its holster, a hint of doubt on his face. "Excuse me, I didn't hear you clearly. Could you repeat it?"

The overwhelming aura of violence and ferocity vanished, and the face beneath the oversized raincoat returned to its previous peaceful state.

Raul turned his head and glanced at the stunned crowd behind him. No one expected Cheng Ye to do something so unconventional.

He was momentarily confused, not quite understanding what was happening.

But the next moment, a feeling of relief washed over him, and he realized that he was completely soaked.

It was sticky, like it had just been pulled out of a sewer.

“Prosecutor Chengcheng, I said, it’s my honor to show you the way.”

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