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

Deputy Director Liu grinned, looking down at the three people below who were struggling and slowly making their way towards the high seas amidst gunfire and flashing swords, though looking disheveled. He muttered with a pained expression:

"Damn it..."

"They didn't really let those three bastards get away, did they?"

"Look at this old man, he's so slippery, he might actually manage to get us into international waters."

Zhang Yucheng remained standing with his hands behind his back on the cloud. Upon hearing this, he glanced at him, his tone slightly teasing:

"What's wrong? Getting impatient?"

"How much did you bet? What were you betting on?"

Deputy Director Liu rubbed his chin, chuckled, and a gambler's light—a mixture of pain and anticipation—appeared on his face. He lowered his voice and said:

"My year-end bonus has all gone into it."

The three people who bought the product died within ten seconds of each other.

"The odds are 1 to 200."

Zhang Yucheng rarely swore:

"Damn, you actually dared to bet on this? Liu Zhou, are you burning money?"

"Damn it, with that money, you don't even bother to buy me two packs of good cigarettes as a token of your respect. All you do is offer up these empty platitudes."

Deputy Director Liu licked his dry lips, his eyes fixed on the ground below, while he muttered something incoherently:

"What do you know? Take a gamble, and you might turn a bicycle into a motorcycle! No gambler loses every day!"

"Besides, with these odds, what if you win? Then it won't just be a matter of two packs of cigarettes; I'll buy you a whole truckload! You can smoke them every day until your lungs are practically smoking!"

"Virtue".

Zhang Yucheng chuckled, too lazy to bother with this gambler, and turned his gaze back to the battlefield below.

Deputy Director Liu's eyes darted around, and he leaned over to nudge him with his elbow:

"Hey, don't talk about me, what about you? I saw you were really into it just now, you must have placed a bet too, right? What did you bet on? Tell me so I can have a say and see if I can hedge the risk."

"Me?" Zhang Yucheng waved his hand, his tone indifferent. "I didn't gamble. As a public official, be mindful of your image."

"but……"

He paused, his gaze shifting towards the aircraft carrier, a glint of interest flashing in his eyes:

"It seems like Xiao Ji wants to try it out too. I'm quite curious to see what new tricks she'll come up with today."

"Oh?" Deputy Director Liu perked up and followed his gaze. "Xiao Ji? He wants to get involved too? Well, given his personality, he won't feel right unless he gets involved, but..."

He frowned, somewhat uncertain:

"Although I heard he touched the edge of the Dharma Aspect realm in that strange domain, he's still only at the Spirit Palace realm. In this situation... he probably can't stay airborne for long, right?"

"Oh."

Zhang Yucheng chuckled softly.

"That won't work."

"So I... offered him a little convenience."

He raised his chin, pointing to the massive aircraft carrier:

"Weren't you curious why I specifically left an aircraft carrier here?"

"It's just an exercise, by the way..."

A meaningful smile curved at the corner of Zhang Yucheng's lips:

"Let's set up a stage for Xiao Ji."

"Um?"

Deputy Director Liu was taken aback, then suddenly realized what he meant, his eyes widening.

"You mean you let that kid onto the aircraft carrier? And you even gave him... Damn, did all those planes, armored vehicles, and ammunition I signed for today go to this kid? I was just wondering what we'd do with all this obsolete stuff."

Zhang Yucheng nodded, speaking as if it were a matter of course, "I said, he can use the weapons and equipment on that aircraft carrier as well."

Deputy Director Liu gasped, and his gaze towards Zhang Yucheng changed:

"Old Zhang, you're really something! That's quite a generous gesture."

"That's why I'm curious." Zhang Yucheng stared intently at the direction of the aircraft carrier deck, his voice filled with undisguised anticipation.

"I'd like to know too..."

"What new tricks will this kid come up with?"

"Just you wait and see."

On the aircraft carrier's spacious flight deck.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell and a faint smell of fuel, swept past.

Ji Zuodao wasn't wearing his crisp black uniform; he was only wearing a simple black work vest, revealing his arms, which had smooth lines but contained terrifying power.

He was stretching and moving his neck, making a soft "crack" sound, looking lazy as if he had just woken up.

But those eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like a child who had discovered a new toy, or a ferocious beast that had locked onto its prey.

In front of him, on one side of the deck, was a small mountain of toys.

Yes, toys.

In Ji Zuodao's eyes, these cold, hard steel creations, exuding the violent aesthetics of industrial power, are the most fun toys today.

There are retired fighter jets with mottled paint and obvious signs of age, whose fuselage lines are still smooth, but bear the marks of time.

There were missile launchers of various models dragged out of the warehouse.

There were dismantled close-in weapon systems turrets, their dark, multi-barreled gun muzzles silently pointing to the sky.

There were mountains of spare parts, ranging from engine blades to armor plates.

There were even two amphibious armored vehicles, squatting there like two silent iron turtles.

Beside him stood the naval officer in charge of assisting, surnamed Chen, a dark-skinned, upright-looking middle-aged man.

At this moment, Officer Chen looked at Ji Zuodao's enthusiastic expression with a mournful face, feeling a mix of emotions and wanting to cry but having no tears.

He still felt a headache coming on when he thought about the drinking session last night.

He couldn't remember exactly how much he drank or what he said.

I remember a middle-aged man in a black trench coat who looked very refined. He was holding a wine glass, with his arm around his boss as they drank together, calling him "squad leader," "brother," and saying, "We are all serving the people."

They were incredibly enthusiastic and sincere.

then……

Then this morning, the order came down from above.

This batch of obsolete equipment awaiting disposal has been temporarily assigned to the Jinghai 749 Bureau for "research and use".

The paperwork was complete, the official seal was bright red, and the process was so formal that there was not a single flaw.

But... but something just doesn't feel right!

Ji Zuodao paid no heed to the complex inner thoughts of Officer Chen.

He walked around the "Toy Mountain," touching it here and knocking on it there, listening to the cold echoes of the steel, and his smile grew brighter and brighter.

"Excellent, truly excellent..."

"Fighter jets, fast enough. Missile racks, powerful enough firepower. Close-in weapon systems, satisfying rate of fire. Armored vehicles, thick enough armor..."

He counted on his fingers, his eyes sparkling:

"Uncle Zhang is so generous! This stage is so spacious and bright!"

As Officer Chen listened to his mutterings, a chill ran down his spine for no apparent reason, and he couldn't help but speak up:

"Um... Comrade Ji, these things, although obsolete, are still complex in structure and require specialized operation. What do you think...?"

He wanted to say, "Why don't you take a look at the instruction manual?" or "Should we send a technician to guide you?"

But when he saw Ji Zuodao's eager eyes, as if he were about to devour the pile of iron lumps alive, he swallowed the words back.

Ji Zuodao turned his head, grinned at Officer Chen, revealing two rows of dazzlingly white teeth:

"Brother Chen, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"I'm just using them to transform."

"Transform...transform?" Officer Chen was taken aback, not understanding.

Ji Zuodao didn't explain further. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The next second—

"Buzz—!!!"

A deep, unsettling buzzing sound emanated from Ji Zuodao's body without warning!

In the reflection of Officer Chen's suddenly contracting pupils—

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Beneath Ji Zuodao's exposed arms, neck, and even cheeks, countless jet-black, thick tendons, covered with strange spiral patterns, shot out like awakened deep-sea serpents!

They weren't waving around randomly; rather, they were like tentacles with independent will, precisely pouncing on that pile of steel weapons!