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

Deputy Director Liu frowned, a half-lit cigarette dangling from his lips, and asked, though his tone was indistinct, but sincere:

"Old Zhang... what convention? Have you heard of it?"

Zhang Yucheng's face showed a thoughtful expression, and he slowly shook his head, his tone also carrying a hint of confusion:

"The Geneva Conventions? I don't recall them. They're mentioned in an internal study document issued by the General Administration?"

He carefully recalled the mountain of official documents from the bureau, most of which were "notices on further strengthening the standardized management of files related to extraordinary events," and confirmed again:

"I don't think so?"

Deputy Director Liu clicked his tongue, lit his cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a string of smoke rings, and looked even more puzzled.

"No, I'm just wondering..."

He held a cigarette between his fingers, pointed with his chin at the two pitifully worn "New Year's goods" on the ground, and said in a tone full of incomprehension:

"When prisoners are captured, shouldn't the person who captured them have the final say? What's with all this talk of conventions... Back when we weren't recruited and were still out on the streets, when we caught an enemy, didn't we always wait until we'd had our fill of playing around before sending out a ransom notice to the enemy leader to bring money to ransom them?"

He paused, seemingly recalling some wonderful days in the martial arts world, and added:

"And that's only if we guys are in a good mood that day. If we're not in a good mood..."

"Most of the time, we just tie stones to the boat, set sail for international waters in the middle of the night, and with a 'plop,' it's done. Clean, efficient, and saves on feed."

Zhang Yucheng nodded in deep agreement, took the cigarette offered by Deputy Director Liu, lit it with his own light, and took a puff.

The two men stood side by side in the thinning mist, smoking cigarettes, watching the two prisoners on the ground who were still trying to protect themselves using "international conventions".

There was a few seconds of silence.

Zhang Yucheng casually waved his hand:

"Forget it, never mind. It'll probably take the military and police guys outside a while to clean up the mess and put together a plausible report."

He flicked off his cigarette ash:

"Let's go take a break. Over here..."

He glanced at Ji Zuodao, who had already squatted back down next to Thor, holding a skinning knife and gesturing the angle, with a smile on his face that was a mixture of professional inquiry and childlike innocence and joy.

Zhang Yucheng's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile. He withdrew his gaze and said to Deputy Director Liu:

"Leave it to the professionals."

"Okay." Deputy Director Liu readily agreed, seemingly finding the arrangement quite reasonable.

So the two bureau chiefs sat side by side, smoking cigarettes, chatting casually about lighthearted topics like "how much will the year-end bonus be this year?" and "is there still hot food left in the cafeteria for late-night snacks?"

Walking with ease, amidst wisps of smoke.

Slowly...

They walked away.

Dreyer opened his mouth, but a deeper chill, a mixture of absurdity, despair, and icy coldness, instantly drowned out the pitiful hope that had just risen.

Holy crap, how did these two become the director and deputy director of 749?

Leaving aside Dreyer's psychological journey, Ji Zuodao was feeling incredibly pleased with himself.

Two excellent appearances that can rival those of experts in the Divine Power Realm!

Although the two of them were beaten like grandsons by Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu.

It's not as good as the best, but it's better than the worst!

What's even more amazing is that these two foreigners seem to have extraordinary self-healing abilities. I estimate that after half a day of rest, their skin and flesh will have grown back to about 70-80%.

At that time...

Hey.

So beautiful, so beautiful.

These aren't prisoners; they're clearly two mines of rare materials that can be sustainably mined and recycled!

At that moment, the surrounding scenery became blurry and distorted.

Zhang Yucheng dispersed from the Six Heavens Cloud Tower Palace.

The magnificent sunset glow, pure white clouds, and vast starlight receded like the tide.

Everyone felt their feet touch the ground and they were back in the real world—and they appeared directly inside the Tektronix building.

The surrounding area was brightly lit, but the original modern laboratory furnishings had been completely changed, replaced by a bustling "moving" scene.

Many people dressed in military or police uniforms were working hard to move various things: filing cabinets, safes, computer mainframes, and even some rather sophisticated-looking experimental instruments.

Upon seeing a group of people in black trench coats appear out of nowhere, the military and police personnel only glanced at them briefly. After noticing the conspicuous 749 Bureau shoulder insignia, they continued with their work without any surprise. A few of them who were close by even saluted.

Their efficiency and professionalism were in no way inferior to the 749 bandits who had just fought in the Cloud Tower Palace.

Ji Zuodao even saw two young soldiers carefully using crowbars to pry off the floorboards, preparing to pack them up and take them away.

Goodness...

This is truly a case of scraping the ground three feet deep.

"Old Zhang, Director Liu, are you almost done with the finishing touches?"

An army lieutenant colonel with two bars and three stars on his shoulders walked over together with a police officer with the rank of police superintendent, and greeted Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu familiarly.

Zhang Yucheng nodded: "Finished? What about you guys? Have you figured out how to explain this to the outside world? Same old story: fire? Or experimental explosion?"

The lieutenant colonel and the police inspector exchanged a glance, both revealing shrewd, unscrupulous smiles.

The police inspector spoke first, pointing around: "This building is in a good location, within the Third Ring Road, and the building structure is quite good. What a pity it would be to burn it down or blow it up! It would be a waste of state-owned assets!"

The lieutenant colonel continued, chuckling and lowering his voice:

"We discussed it and decided to say this to the public—"

"This overseas biotechnology company violated regulations by conducting high-risk virus experiments, resulting in a serious operational error that led to a virus leak from the core area of ​​the laboratory."

"All foreign researchers and security personnel unfortunately contracted the virus and died despite all efforts to save them."

He paused, then his tone became "righteous and awe-inspiring":

"Upon learning of the emergency, our heroic People's Liberation Army soldiers and police officers acted swiftly and decisively, risking their lives, to quickly seal off the scene, successfully preventing the further spread of the virus and protecting the lives of millions of citizens in Jinghai City!"

"In terms of public opinion, we can still gain a good reputation, and maybe we can even get a collective second-class merit or something."

The police inspector rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming, revealing his true intentions:

"As for this building... once things calm down, we'll go through the proper procedures and auction it off as part of the assets involved in the case. As usual, a portion of the proceeds will be handed over to the authorities, and the remainder will be split equally among the three of us... cough cough, the 749 Bureau, the Military Region Bureau, and the Municipal Bureau!"

He looked at Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu, his smile growing even brighter: "Consider this an extra special operations budget and year-end bonus allocated to each of our brother units. Director Zhang, Director Liu, what do you two think of this plan?"

After listening, Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu simultaneously stroked their chins, their faces showing thoughtful expressions.

Two seconds later.

Zhang Yucheng nodded slowly, a smile playing on his lips: "Very good."

"By the way, these foreign devils caused such a dangerous 'virus leak' incident, seriously endangering our country's public safety and causing extremely bad international repercussions... We must hold the countries and companies behind them accountable! We demand that the relevant responsible persons be severely punished and that we be given appropriate... uh, reasonable compensation."

The lieutenant colonel and the police inspector's eyes lit up simultaneously, and they immediately understood: "Right, right, right! Accountability! We must hold them accountable seriously! Compensation! We must provide reasonable compensation! And then... hehe!"

The three exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

That smile was filled with wonderful anticipation for the year-end bonus, budget, and compensation, as well as a friendly acknowledgment that "foreign devils are stupid and rich."

Only Ji Zuodao, who was eavesdropping nearby with his ears perked up and eyes practically green with envy, was filled with a mix of jealousy, resentment, and hatred.

Listen to this!

Now that's what you call professional distribution of spoils! No, I mean professional handling of assets involved in a case!

Monetize the building! Create public opinion! Seek further compensation!

A seamless, comprehensive service that brings both fame and fortune!

Then look at myself, I work myself to the bone and struggle for nothing but a few scraps of skin.

While it's not bad, compared to this practice of taking an entire building and engaging in extortion...

The layout is small!

That's too low-level!

Ji Zuodao only regretted that he was not high enough in rank and had too little experience, so he was not qualified to sit at the table and share the money in this "high-level game".

He could only watch helplessly as the big shots chatted and laughed while dividing up the spoils, while he silently swallowed his saliva.

Suck.

Oh shit.

I need to get promoted soon.

Otherwise, such a good thing will never come to you.