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

The battle, or rather the massacre, ended quickly.

From the first shout to the last monster falling, it took less than ten minutes.

In the alley, besides the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood, there was only a mess.

But Bai San Niang's shock had only just begun.

The subsequent on-site handling process refreshed her understanding of the "749 Bureau Investigator" profession to a new and unbelievable level.

Just moments ago, the men in black trench coats exuded a murderous aura, like ruthless bandits descending from the mountain; now, they had transformed into something entirely different—

The cleaners are extremely efficient, have a clear division of labor, and are so skilled that it's appalling.

Several investigators wearing special gloves crouched down and began to deftly dismantle the bizarrely shaped corpses.

"Old Wang! Over here! This mutated bat wing is in pretty good condition. Although it's damaged, the texture is still clear. Take it back to those lunatics in the technical department, and they'll be able to blackmail... no, I mean, apply for a lot of research funding from above!"

"Alright! Let's tear it down!"

"Old Li, this werewolf's heart has mutated; it's grown an extra heart! Holy crap, we need to slice it up! Quick, get a cryogenic preservation box!"

"Here it comes! Hold on to the corpse-dissolving powder, let me finish this first!"

The movements were incredibly smooth, precise, and efficient; what needed to be cut was cut, what needed to be taken was taken, and what needed to be thrown away was thrown away.

Bai San Niang watched helplessly as a werewolf corpse that had been so ferocious just moments before was "disassembled" into more than a dozen labeled research samples and a pile of useless parts in just half a minute.

Meanwhile, more investigators brought in several buckets, opened the lids, and found that they contained grayish-white powder.

They grabbed the powder and, like experienced farmers fertilizing crops, sprinkled it evenly over the useless parts and bloodstains.

"Hiss—"

A slightly corrosive sound, so loud it made your teeth ache, was accompanied by an indescribable, strange smell, like burnt feathers mixed with sulfur.

Flesh, bones, hair... are all melting and vaporizing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, only a small, dark patch remained, which would soon seep into the ground and disappear.

Sprinkle powder, wait, sweep.

The process was smooth, the teamwork was excellent, and they even had the leisure to remind each other:

"Old Wang, you've spilled a pool of brains over there!"

"I see it, I see it! What's the rush? I'm scattering it right now!"

"Hurry up! It'll be hard to clean up once it gets light!"

Bai San Niang stood there, dumbfounded.

Your 749th Bureau's on-the-job training...

Is this all they teach?!

Dismantle the body, destroy evidence, clean up the scene...

Is this the skill set of a group of national law enforcement officers?!

This is clearly a bunch of repeat offenders! Veterans! A professional team!

Just when Bai San Niang felt that her bottom line of understanding had been breached once again, an even more astonishing move came.

Several investigators took out several palm-sized metal spheres that shimmered with an unstable light from their equipment bags and carefully buried them near several load-bearing structures and pipes in the alley.

Someone even placed something in a corner that looked like the remains of a household gas hose?

"Wait, what are you doing now?"

Bai San Niang finally couldn't help but ask a nearby investigator who was working with his head down in a low voice.

The investigator didn't even look up.

"Oh, this? Look at this alley, it's so badly damaged, the walls are cracked, and the ground is full of holes. It'll be such a hassle to repair it. It's better to just blow it up."

"It...it exploded?!" Bai San Niang's voice changed.

"Don't worry, the power is well controlled. It will only collapse this small area and will not affect the nearby houses."

"The follow-up report is easy to write, the responsibility is clear, and the damage assessment is precise—it's all the gas company's fault, and the municipal department can at most be blamed for inadequate supervision. We're helping them generate GDP, demolishing the old one and building a new one, which boosts domestic demand."

Bai San Niang: "..."

She opened her mouth, only to find that any words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

In the end, she could only watch helplessly as the investigators retreated to a safe distance, one of them making a gesture.

"boom--!!!"

A sound that wasn't particularly loud, but sounded convincing enough, rang out.

A small patch of fire rose, followed by billowing smoke.

The already chaotic alleyway has been completely transformed into a small, collapsed ruin, perfectly fitting the setting of "an accidental pipe explosion in an old urban area".

Several investigators immediately stepped forward, pretending to set up a cordon, and began reporting into their communicators:

"Report to command center: A suspected gas leak and explosion has occurred in Jiucheng Lane, Yuehai District. There has been partial collapse at the scene. No casualties have been reported so far. The scene is under control, and the gas company and fire department are on their way..."

The tone was serious, the process was standardized, and it was impeccable.

Bai Sanniang watched this scene unfold before her, witnessing a seamless "one-stop service" from murder, dismemberment, and body disposal to fabricating the crime scene, framing others, and shifting blame...

She silently retracted the bone sword into her body.

Suddenly, I didn't feel so surprised anymore.

After the initial shock, absurdity, and shattered worldview...

Looking around at these men in black trench coats, whose behavior was extremely bandit-like but whose efficiency was frighteningly high and whose cleanup was outrageously swift...

In a corner of Bai San Niang's mind, a thought suddenly popped up that even she herself found somewhat absurd:

like……

With this group of bandits... well, law enforcement is protecting them.

She's just a nobody, someone with no real skills who just wants to earn money peacefully by treating patients and paying her taxes on time...

For some reason, I feel quite safe?

At least, if the sky were to fall, the tall ones would be the first to be hit.

Meanwhile, after Ji Zuodao finished taking stock of his gains, he turned his head and saw his colleagues' smooth and standardized "post-disaster blame-shifting process".

He blinked, a little uneasy in his heart:

"Good heavens..."

"The dismantling techniques, the efficiency of disintegrating the body, the process of framing the perpetrator..."

"You know the process better than I do?!"

Even a proper evil cultivator like him has never handled a crime scene this professionally!

At most, we'll just dig a hole and bury it.

Unlike these guys, who demolished some things, melted others down, and blew others up, they shifted the blame in a refreshingly elegant way, and their reports were impeccably written...

Ji Zuodao suddenly felt that his unorthodox cultivation methods were somewhat inadequate compared to his colleagues.

I was still too young after all.

That's what it means to carry out "illegal activities" at a level within the system, achieving a level of proceduralization and standardization!

Ji Zuodao glanced around and saw that most of the people who came were veteran investigators, basically the first batch who had retired from the underworld and followed Director Zhang to abandon the darkness and embrace the light.

It can transform bandits into a regular army, while allowing the regular army to retain the bandits' efficiency and ruthlessness, and at the same time master the rules and gameplay of civilized society...

Zhang Dajuzuo, as expected of the person who had connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles in Beijing and Shanghai back then.

His ability to manage his subordinates, his skill in training his team...

Absolutely.

This Jinghai 749 Bureau is also...

From top to bottom, inside and out, it was fundamentally not a proper government office!

Ji Zuodao lifted the heavy human skin bag in his hand, listened to the dull thumping sounds coming from inside, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He just liked this unconventional government office.

It's a place where he can reap tangible benefits, maintain order, and even thrive, making him, a heretical cultivator, feel right at home and occasionally even ashamed of his own abilities...

There is probably only one of its kind in the whole world, with no other branches.