Fanatic!

Chapter 97 What is professionalism?

"Cough cough!" Chen Wujun glanced around. The flames at the edge of the dye vat almost reached another stairwell, and the entire space was filled with billowing black smoke.

The pungent smell of burning lubricating oil was almost suffocating.

After taking two steps, he kicked an iron stake next to Harris's body, grabbed the body in a few strides, and leaped onto the stairs, disappearing in a few steps.

Then I saw Shark Nine standing not far away, one arm crossed over his chest and the other holding a cigarette.

"Senior Sister!" Chen Wujun turned around and kicked the iron door behind her shut.

Ah Fei and Curry came over with snakeskin bags, and Chen Wujun threw the body into them.

Both of them were in turmoil.

Until tonight, neither of them knew what Chen Wujun was going to do.

Killing a senior team leader in the special operations department is a major incident; it will turn the entire North Port upside down.

Moreover, Chen Wujun actually beat Harris to death in a one-on-one situation.

This is a new master of techniques who has surpassed reinforcement and reconstruction by more than 80%, and whose body has even undergone mutation.

Even though Chen Wujun arranged the battlefield himself and took advantage of the terrain, the result still shocked the two of them.

"Next time something happens, don't always try to hide it..." Shark Nine glanced at him, her words carrying a hint of reproach.

"Besides, your cleanup arrangements are still too rudimentary... I'll have someone come and help you in a bit." With that, he turned and left.

"Where are those other people?" Chen Wujun asked.

"Sister Shark Nine has taken care of it; the body is in a bag." Afei handed over a bag containing three guns and magazines.

Chen Wujun took out a gun, which was more than 30 centimeters long and weighed about 1.5 kilograms.

The gun is large and heavy.

Chen Wujun held it up and made an aiming motion, playing with it with some fondness.

He had only seen this thing on TV before; this was the first time he had ever seen it in person. It was said to be able to penetrate even steel plates.

So the shield he just used was made of three layers of 0.4 cm steel plates welded together.

Although he didn't understand the principle... this multi-layered steel plate was stronger than a 1.2-centimeter-thick steel plate.

"Did it alert anyone outside?" Chen Wujun asked while fiddling with his pistol.

"Probably not. The gunshot was underground, so it would have been barely audible by the time it reached the outside," Curry said.

"Go get two gas masks and some hooks. Once it's almost burned out, fish out those iron stakes and nail trays," Chen Wujun instructed the two men.

He had to clean this place up, especially those iron stakes, which were easily associated with a battlefield set up by an old master of martial arts.

As long as you clean this place up and don't leave anything too obvious, the federal police will have a hard time finding you.

Harris has made too many enemies during his years in the special operations department.

Chen Wujun and he only had some verbal arguments, and it would be hard for others to guess that it was him.

"Brother Jun, what should we do with that guy?" Afei looked towards the corner, where a foreigner in a suit was struggling and writhing on the ground.

Edward Bloom watched Chen Wujun approach step by step, and struggled even more violently, his eyes filled with fear, and he kept making "woofing" sounds.

Chen Wujun squatted down in front of him, grinned, and said, "I'll ask, you answer."

Edward Bloom nodded repeatedly.

Chen Wujun pulled the object out of his mouth, and Edward Bloom immediately begged for mercy: "Let me go, I haven't offended you, I promise to keep it a secret, I don't know anything..."

Snapped!
Chen Wujun slapped Edward Bloom across the face, and half of his face immediately swelled up.

"I saw in the newspaper that you're going to sue the universities... Why?"

"I have limited patience. Think it through before you speak."

“I’m just pushing for a colorblind legal system where the government and the law don’t consider skin color when making any decisions…and it’s good for you too…” Edward Bloom said in a panic.

Snapped!
"I told you, think it over before you speak. What are your interests, and where do they come from?" Chen Wujun didn't believe his nonsense at all. He stood up and stomped on his ankle: "If I stomp on you, you'll only be able to use crutches from now on."

Chinese people make up 26% of the population in East Ninth District, while foreigners only make up 14%, and the rest are Hindustani, Tuo Yue, and Malaysians.

However, in reality, foreigners make up 66% of college admissions, Chinese make up 28%, and the rest are from other ethnic groups.

Feeling excruciating pain in his ankle, Edward Bloom finally spoke up.

“If I can win the lawsuit, I will gain enormous political influence…and many wealthy conservatives will donate to me…”

“I’m actually a product manager. My product is ‘repeal affirmative action.’ I’m responsible for finding the pain point of ‘discriminatory white and Chinese students,’ designing product features and ‘legal litigation strategies,’ and then taking the plan to find investors for funding…”

Chen Wujun's eyes lit up as he listened; it was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

My mind was filled with thoughts like, "So that's how it can be done."

Could I also find a product and then look for investors?
After being interrogated for a long time, Edward Bloom pleaded as he recounted the details.

Finally, Chen Wujun felt he had asked enough questions, so he kicked him in the temple, and the man immediately went still.

"These people are truly talented, it's a pity we can't keep him." Chen Wujun looked down at Edward Bloom, feeling a pang of regret.

How wonderful it would be to have some people like that under my command.

Chen Wujun was introduced to new ideas by him, which showed him a new set of rules, completely different from the naked survival of the fittest between strongholds and gangs. This broadened his horizons. Of course, Chen Wujun still believed in violence most deeply.

An hour later, a van pulled up, and several men dressed in what looked like chemical plant protective suits carried things inside.

First, they opened a box containing a large amount of hair, bloodstains, and blood-stained gauze, which they carefully scattered at the scene.

"What are you doing?" Chen Wujun asked with great interest as he watched the scene unfold.

"The alienation of the first group leader of the special mission department is super vision. Humans can see three colors of the spectrum, but he can see thirteen... Even the smallest skin flakes, hair, or static field on the sole of your shoe are crystal clear to him."

"Even the walls you touch can appear as vibrant colors in his eyes."

A man's voice suddenly rang out.

Chen Wujun looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Chinese man wearing glasses. After pulling down his mask, he had a businessman's smile on his face.

"This is my business card. You can contact me if you need anything next time." The man walked a few meters away from Chen Wujun and handed him a business card with a smile.

There was no name on it, only a phone number.

"Our reputation is guaranteed."

"They've kept their mouths shut enough."

Chen Wujun could sense that although the other party knew a new technique, their strength was not high, only about 40% of the magnetic field was enhanced and reconstructed.

"You can call us cleaners."

How much will it cost to clean this place?

“Many traces here cannot be hidden, so what we need to do is increase the difficulty of the other party’s investigation.”

“We left tens of thousands of DNA samples here, and they wanted to find traces of the killer in them, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

"Besides that, we also need to deal with... a very large area..."

"So the cost will be relatively high... 60."

Chen Wujun felt that his eyes had been opened again, and he felt like a country bumpkin.

Although I've read some police reports, they don't say these things.

He immediately called Ah Fei and Curry over, pointing at the cleaners: "Look at them, that's what professionalism is, learn from them!"

……

It wasn't until four in the morning that Chen Wujun watched as these people poured large amounts of bleach, strong acid, strong alkali, paint, animal blood, and some rotten flesh onto the ground after the iron stakes were removed. Only then was the scene cleaned up.

Chen Wujun and his group then got into a stolen car and left, arriving at another factory.

After watching the cleaners throw the corpses into strong acid, Chen Wujun led his men away in a stolen car.

"Drive the car to a secluded place and dispose of it."

Although it was already four in the morning, Chen Wujun was still full of energy.

From the moment he began preparing until his battle with Harris underground, he constantly strengthened his resolve, channeling all his thoughts into a single force, achieving harmony of mind and will, and becoming completely enlightened.

'To subdue the restless mind, you must kill them. The process of killing Harris similarly solidified my will... and subdued those chaotic thoughts...'

Chen Wujun's understanding of this process is becoming increasingly profound.

Throughout this process, he constantly strengthened his resolve, focusing all his mind and spirit on one thing at a time.

Then, in the instant he killed them, his mind became clear.

Therefore, killing Harris is not the goal, but the process. Harris is just a tool, a whetstone. By using the thought of killing him to fight, one can constantly suppress all distracting thoughts and allow the will to flow smoothly.

"I feel completely refreshed now, maybe I can take this opportunity to break through to the Qi Refining stage..."

Chen Wujun's mind raced with thoughts.

Back home, he went up to the rooftop, took off his shoes, and with a swift movement, landed on the parapet.

Looking down into the darkness, it resembled a giant maw that could swallow him whole at any moment.

He still remembers how his legs almost gave way when he first climbed the wall.

However, looking down now, I feel no emotion whatsoever.

“Although falling from such a height would definitely kill me, the stronger I am, the bolder I become…” Chen Wujun smiled, then stood in a charging stance and slowly practiced a round of wolf fist on the edge of the rooftop.

After typing it once, he typed it again.

I felt my mind becoming clearer and clearer, without a single distracting thought.

Chen Wujun practiced his boxing on the protective wall, his movements as fierce as a tiger descending the mountain, his power astonishing.

It wasn't until the sun came out.

Chen Wujun jumped down from the parapet, looking displeased: "Still a little short..."

He felt he was just a little short of breaking through to the Qi Refining stage.

"I'm still not at peace with myself, but all I need to do is kill Jixiang!"

(End of this chapter)