A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

When Ji Zuodao saw Director Zhang's attitude, he thought, "This is promising!"

He quickly gave Ji Zhengdao, who was standing next to him, a wink.

Ji Zhengdao understood immediately, and a sincere smile appeared on his face. He took a small step forward, cleared his throat, and began to speak.

That tone of voice, it's like someone performing crosstalk under a bridge:

"Director Zhang, please take a look—"

He pointed to the swarm of mosquitoes still buzzing and circling outside, making a semi-circle with his arm.

"See this? This is it. The first batch of pilot units, just a small-scale operation, nothing to show your respect."

Ji Zuodao immediately followed up:

"Well, it's all thanks to the organization's excellent training and flexible policies. We've only done some minor, technical explorations within the scope of the rules."

"What results have been achieved in this exploration?"

Ji Zhengdao picked up the conversation again.

"The result is that we have mastered an advanced methodology for rapidly, efficiently, and sustainably expanding reproduction—well, expanding the size of reconnaissance and combat units—using existing resources!"

"Speak like a human being." Director Zhang took a sip of tea, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Ahem, it's basically exploiting a bug to spawn mosquitoes, tons of them. Every time you revive, the mosquito swarm multiplies! One multiplies to two, two to four, four to eight..."

Ji Zuodao readily accepted good advice and spoke concisely and to the point.

Ji Zhengdao quickly followed, gesturing wildly:

"Director, think about it. This place is tiny, only a third of the eastern district. No matter how well it hides, where can it possibly hide?"

"As long as the number of our blood-winged black mosquitoes continues to grow at the current rate, exponentially, explosively, and rapidly..."

"In just a few rounds, the sky, the ground, every nook and cranny, even the rat holes here will be filled with our own mosquitoes."

"When the time comes, even if that elusive 'core anomaly' is just a fly, it will be overwhelmed by our sea of ​​mosquitoes and covered in bites!"

"This tactic is called the 'mosquito swarm tactic'! It's all about overwhelming the enemy with sheer numbers, no, it's about using sheer numbers to crush the few!"

He rubbed his hands together, excitedly adding the most crucial point:

"Besides, Chief, isn't this area supposed to be 'allowed to enter but not allowed to leave'? It's a cage for us, but for that strange thing... isn't it the same? It can't escape!"

"When the time comes, we'll fill this place up with mosquitoes and plow it inch by inch! Even if it's a rock, we'll gnaw a hole in it!"

"Huh? Where are those inner demons that look like they crawled out of a black-and-white TV?"

Ji Zuodao posed a question at the opportune moment, but his eyes glanced at Director Zhang.

Ji Zhengdao thumped his chest loudly:

"That's even simpler! As long as you, Director, can keep things under control and restrain... uh, your husband."

"Leave the rest of those inner demon minions to our mosquito swarm!"

"They have resurrection coins? No problem! Every time they resurrect, our mosquitoes will drown them one more time! Ten resurrections, ten drownings! Let's see if they have more resurrection coins, or more mosquito offspring!"

"That's what you call," Ji Zuodao concluded slowly, a sly smile playing on his lips, "using magic to defeat magic, using bugs to trap bugs."

Director Zhang held his teacup, listening to these two clowns' back-and-forth banter, as if it were a comedy routine.

At first, I thought it was absurd, but as I listened, my expression changed.

He had formally attended school and studied mathematics, so he subconsciously started calculating.

He understood the principle behind Ji Zuodao's "bug exploit." If it was really as they said, the resurrection coin was bound to the original Bloodwing Black Mosquito, the mosquito swarm would be able to revert to its previous state, and the blood energy could be transferred and stacked...

Then the increase in the number of mosquitoes will not be additive, but will be a geometric increase!

He silently calculated in his mind that if he used twenty resurrection coins...

After the twentieth resurrection, the twentieth swarm of bloodwinged black mosquitoes will be 1048576 times larger than the first swarm.

1048576 times the total volume of that "dark cloud" currently flying in the sky...

Director Zhang subconsciously looked up and glanced through the simple window of the stone house at the already quite spectacular "black clouds" outside.

Then, I imagined a swarm of buzzing, thirsty black mosquitoes, 1048576 times larger, crowding every inch of this one-third of the eastern district…

Even with his composure and knowledge, his hand holding the teacup paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

He slowly put down his teacup, raised his eyes, and his gaze swept over Ji Zuodao and Ji Zhengdao's faces, which were filled with the message "Praise me for being smart."

There was a few seconds of silence.

Then, Director Zhang suddenly smiled.

That smile contained astonishment, realization, and an absurd sense of "you guys are really geniuses."

There was even a tiny, barely perceptible spark, ignited by this insane plan.

"You two little monkeys..."

Director Zhang shook his head, his tone complex and difficult to decipher, ultimately turning into a soft sigh that was hard to tell whether it was a sigh of emotion or admiration.

"If this plan really works..."

"maybe……"

He paused, his gaze fixed on the gray-white sky, as if he could already see the terrifying scene that blotted out the sun, making even the strange and the inner demons tremble in fear.

"It's actually fucking feasible."

When Ji Zuodao heard Director Zhang agree, he was incredibly excited, but he had to keep a straight face and not show too much pride.

Ji Zuodao coughed and cleared his throat:

"Director Zhang, your support is wonderful! With your words, our project is already halfway to success!"

"But... Chief, take a look at those blood-winged black mosquitoes outside. Don't they all look... um, a bit sallow and thin, underdeveloped?"

He pointed to the swarm of mosquitoes hovering outside the window. Although the aura of bloodlust was overwhelming and the mosquitoes' wings were like knives, they did not look like "pale and emaciated" at all.

"Ah Zheng and I are just two low-level Spirit Palace Realm cultivators. The little bit of blood energy we have is like a steamed bun with cold water to the Bloodwing Black Mosquito—it can fill our stomachs and keep us from starving, but it has no oil or nutrition!"

"If you only eat cornbread, when will you ever grow up strong and healthy? When will you be able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of 'plowing the land three feet deep and capturing mosquitoes'?"

As he spoke, his gaze began to wander, his eyes involuntarily glancing at Director Zhang again and again.

That gaze held a mixture of restraint and longing, respect and covetousness.

From Director Zhang's meticulously combed hair, which shimmered with a subtle light, to his gentle yet unfathomable eyes, and then to his upright, pine-like figure, with his crane-feather cloak fluttering slightly...

They scrutinized it closely, as if they weren't appraising a respected senior bureau chief, but rather assessing the quality, age, and... yield of a rare treasure.

Ji Zhengdao, standing next to him, followed suit, his black and white eyes moving in sync with Ji Zuodao's gaze, "scanning" Director Zhang.

He would occasionally nod and smack his lips in agreement, as if silently echoing, "Hmm, this one's good, this one's meaty... no, I mean, it's got a lot of substance!"

Director Zhang, holding his teacup, initially listened with an air of nonchalance, as if to say, "Let's see what other nonsense you two can come up with."

But as she listened, and then those two boys glared at her with four green eyes that made her panic several times...

The muscles in his face began to twitch uncontrollably, in small, high-frequency movements.

The knuckles of the fingers holding the teacup were slightly white.

He finally understood.

I understand now.

Good guy!

After all that, it turned out to be all empty promises, grand visions of the future, and the whole "mosquito swarm" tactic...

After going through all this trouble, the ultimate goal is waiting for him here!

These two little bastards are treating Zhang Yucheng, the dignified director of the 749 Bureau of Jinghai, like mosquito food!

You want him to... feed the mosquitoes?!

Director Zhang took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He looked at the two rascals in front of him with innocent expressions that said, "We're all doing this for our jobs," and "Director, please make a sacrifice."

What should I do if my fist suddenly feels itchy?