I, the public enemy

3 pm.

Wang Qing prepared to return to his low-rent apartment and use an encryption device to browse the dark web in search of active demonic organizations in Cangzhou.

The so-called dark web isn't really that dark; it's long been a fishpond for the police.

The power struggle between the Heavenly Court Council and the demonic organization is extremely terrifying.

To find any trace of the demonic path, even on the dark web, you need to use various codes and become a cryptographer. Unless you're a cryptographer or a master of the craft, you simply won't find any way to trace it.

Wang Qing didn't know much about hacking techniques. He felt a sense of helplessness, like an old man looking at a nine-key input method and eventually having to resort to handwriting. He asked his subordinates to get him a military-grade encryption device before he dared to browse the dark web.

But Wang Qing changed his mind at the last minute.

This time, I actually found a milk tea shop, sat down, bought a cup of milk tea for fifteen yuan, and was watching short videos on my cracked LingPhone phone.

At that moment, my attention was drawn to the public screen TV in the milk tea shop.

[Emergency news broadcast.]

According to the investigation and statistics of the Gray Core City Police Department, at 14:35 PM today, a massive divine consciousness shroud event occurred, affecting this city and covering multiple prefecture-level cities.

Covering an area of ​​approximately 700,000 square kilometers, it destroyed countless spiritual detectors in the main coverage area, causing incalculable economic losses.

This activity poses a serious threat to public safety. The Cangzhou state government has classified it as a terrorist activity and handed it over to the Tianting local counter-terrorism department for handling.

Discussions could be heard from inside the milk tea shop.

"Something like this actually happened in Graycore City?"

"It's been many years since we've had such a large-scale operation."

"Terrorists are becoming increasingly rampant."

The sounds of conversation rose and fell.

After a moment's thought, Wang Qing realized that covering only the area within Gray Core City was fine, but such a large area was none of his concern.

Wang Meng called earlier to ask if Wang Qing was alright, but Wang Qing didn't answer. He only replied with a text message now, sending just a smiling private emoji.

The anti-terrorism unit at the 21st floor of the Cangzhou Heavenly Court has identified the attackers.

Name: Ao Jing

Gender: Male

[Ethnicity: Dragon]

Age: 468

[Place of Origin: 36-Story Dragon Palace Reserve]

Key members of the terrorist organization [New East Sea]

[This incident was a counterattack by Ao Jing, who, while on the run, disrupted the anti-terrorism department's intelligence network. It was a terrorist attack targeting the military equipment industrial zone. Ao Jing's area of ​​activity has now been sealed off and is completely under control. The sword of counter-terrorism, the iron fist of vanquishing evil.]

The less said, the bigger the problem. The state government will definitely report on this; it can't be ignored. Otherwise, it would be even more frightening if someone were manipulating public opinion.

For now, all we can do is appease the residents, and let those who need to go to work go to work and those who need to go to school go to school.

The news report also included a headshot of Ao Jing's wanted poster to prove its authenticity and that it was under control.

The man named Ao Jing looked like a ruthless character at first glance. He had an astonishing amount of hair, both of his dragon horns were broken, and the cut surfaces were uneven. Half of his face was covered with a cold, silver, exposed metal shell. His mechanical prosthetic eyes with bright red pupils were terrifying, and the corners of his eyes had blue dragon scale features, but they were also stained with blood.

The headshot only lasted for two seconds.

[This is a report from our reporter.]

The news abruptly stopped, and a reality TV show featuring handsome men and beautiful women in love, accompanied by canned laughter, began to play.

"It's none of my business," Wang Qing said, sipping his milk tea and continuing to scroll through short videos, watching suggestive videos of beautiful women and liking them.

And at the bus stop opposite the milk tea shop.

Liu Ziwen and An Zhi were both wearing masks, pretending to be waiting for the bus, but actually they were monitoring Wang Qing, trying to figure out his secrets.

"Generally speaking... you don't have to wait that long for the bus."

Liu Ziwen reminded An Zhi that even on routes with very little traffic, it wouldn't take this long to wait.

"Really? Don't worry, his divine sense didn't scan over here."

An Zhi glanced at her watch; her tracking was flawless.

Wang Qing spent another half hour watching short videos, some of which were so abstract and nonsensical that they made him laugh.

The two hid behind the cosmetic surgery sign at the station, keeping an eye on him. They thought to themselves that Wang Qing was not ambitious at all. He was going to take the college entrance exam next semester. If he had enough money in his campus card, he would be eager to practice breathing exercises in the spiritual vein until he died. Why was he so leisurely?

An Zhi was a little impatient, but she endured it because of the extraordinary secret this person possessed.

Liu Ziwen was also happy to be associated with a goddess-level figure; it was a wonderful thing.

at last.

Wang Qing made a move!

But he just sat down in a spot close to the air conditioner, turned his phone sideways, and was probably playing some mobile game.

"Damn it!"

An Zhi was completely taken aback.

"Could your watch be broken? How could someone at the Qi Refining Realm have spiritual consciousness without a prosthetic body? There's no such technology yet. The technology of the primordial spirit is still a forbidden area. The only thing that can be done with spiritual energy prosthetic bodies is something like egg wave recognition technology."

Even though An Zhi was very beautiful, Liu Ziwen was getting a little bored waiting.

"Absolutely impossible!"

An Zhi retorted.

In large transactions, you will need to use spirit coins to buy things. Spirit coins are pegged to the Heavenly Court's standard of non-attribute spirit crystals, and the exchange rate varies from place to place depending on market fluctuations.

The spirit coins needed to buy this stuff, when converted to Cangzhou currency, would scare Liu Ziwen to death.

Wang Qing played online gambling for a while and lost more than 5,000 yuan in Texas Hold'em, squandering all the money Wang Meng had given him.

He knew, of course, that his opponents were all bots reading the cards, but he was trying to pick up the pieces before they were set up. However, the online casino anticipated his prediction and stopped acting from the start.

"What bad luck!"

Wang Qing put his phone back in his pocket, left the milk tea shop, and began to wander aimlessly through the streets.

The two followed behind, always maintaining a distance of more than fifty meters.

Ten minutes later.

The number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, the sanitation situation became increasingly worrying, homeless people set up shacks everywhere, and the glass in the windows of the buildings was all broken. Wang Qing turned into a small alley that looked suspicious at first glance.

Liu Ziwen swallowed hard. They'd come to such a dangerous place as the slums. Damn it, Wang Qing's family background and aptitude had improved so quickly recently. And considering what An Zhi had said about the divine sense countermeasure, it might not be as simple as just a stroke of luck. Could he be carrying some dangerous secrets and engaging in illegal activities?

He was somewhat hesitant to go.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go."

An Zhi urged Liu Ziwen on, as they were about to discover Wang Qing's secret.

"I'm scared."

Liu Ziwen spoke frankly.

"Useless snack!"

An Zhi sighed and had no choice but to go alone.

"I'll wait for you here. If you don't come back, I'll call the police."

Liu Ziwen cheered An Zhi on and provided her with all the support she could, knowing that An Zhi's family was wealthy and powerful, and that she was well-equipped and not afraid of any danger.

"hehe."

An Zhi remained noncommittal and quickly followed, entering the alley as well.

The goddess's mocking face almost made Liu Ziwen shut up. Even girls who grew up in an ivory tower are this brave. Gritting his teeth, he realized that it was no longer a matter of secrets. He couldn't be underestimated. To hell with it!

On it!

Liu Ziwen also entered the alley, but did not see An Zhi. There were still some corners in the alley, so he continued walking.

We just turned the corner.

"Holy shit!"

Liu Ziwen cursed, his legs feeling weak.

"Wow? A young couple running errands in such a remote place?"

Yuan Jingang was playing with the [Psionic Equipment] in his hand.

An illegally possessed police pistol with its serial number erased can fire different bullets depending on the properties of the spirit crystal it's filled with. It can also amplify its power with its own spiritual energy, causing greater damage, but its load capacity is limited, and it can only withstand the full power of a ninth-level Qi Refining.

The metal pistol gleamed with a cold, hard sheen, and the exposed tubes were filled with a red aura of energy.

Yuan Jingang himself underwent prosthetic surgery at an underground hospital, and both his hands are now robotic arms.

He had a stubble beard and his hair stood up like steel needles.

It was none other than the masked man who had helped Wang Qing with his organs that morning.

Beside him were three men with unfriendly faces, all of whom were at the late stage of Qi Refining.