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

In fact, ever since Edward learned about this so-called "Great Escape" game, he had a very clear understanding of the situation—

I reckon one of them will die.

That's true. Going to someone else's territory to conduct those hybrid experiments that result in sons being born without an anus, and then trying to get away with it by paying money?

Isn't this a slap in the face?

Between two great powers, who cares about your pittance?

Oh, this time the reward is really generous, a hundred million US dollars, which is a huge sum no matter where you look.

But the problem is, is this about money?

This is the rule! This is decorum!

It's the subtext of "I can't let my people do this for nothing!"

So Edward initially thought that this escape game was just a tacit political show orchestrated by Zhang Yucheng to give both sides a way out.

The general process is roughly as follows:

On the Free Country side, the money is there, and the sincerity is overflowing.

The best course of action is to hand over the culprit and allow Jinghai authorities to punish him according to the law, thus providing an explanation to the victims and the public.

The remaining person was naturally taken back.

In this way, both face and substance are saved, the two sides shake hands and make peace, and it becomes a model of international friendly exchange.

perfect.

So here's the question—

Who is the culprit, and who is the lucky one who can be taken back?

Derell, heir to a renowned and distinguished family in the Free State, is of impeccable lineage.

Thor, a muscle-bound guy who got lucky and was favored by the gods, is a mercenary and a typical consumable.

Do we even need to answer this multiple-choice question?

Anyone with a brain would know that Thor is probably doomed.

So Edward didn't hesitate and sent Saul to his death first.

It's a sure-fire way to make money; only a fool wouldn't gamble on it.

Then things unfolded exactly as he had predicted.

Saul is dead.

Edward was very confident at the time, thinking that Zhang Yucheng's idea was good, it took care of both sides, and only an insignificant person died, so both sides could save face.

He dusted himself off and was ready to leave.

result--

The next second, Thor "came back to life".

The next second, Thor slapped himself to death.

The next second, Wolf and Deleil, hand in hand, turned their heads in a 360-degree loop and both died.

At that moment, only one thought was flashing through Edward's mind:

no……

Dude...

Are you really going to kill me?!

Kill them all?!

Not a single one left?!

He stared at the three corpses lying in various bizarre positions on the concrete ground of the dock.

A chill shot up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

This is fucking...

This script is wrong!

What happened to the agreed-upon political understanding? Shouldn't we each take a step back, with one person from our family dying as a token gesture? Why did we all get wiped out?

Is this how your Jinghai 749 Bureau operates?

They have absolutely no political awareness!

He got his position through connections, didn't he?! Huh?!

Edward felt that his supposedly valuable "political wisdom" and "situational foresight," honed through decades of experience in international diplomacy, were...

In the face of those bandits in Jinghai...

That's completely pointless and a case of wishful thinking.

……

"Um?"

Zhang Yucheng's tone was gentle, yet it carried an obvious hint of confusion:

"go back?"

"Mr. Edward, do you still want to go back?"

Edward shuddered, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end!

He abruptly looked up at Zhang Yucheng's still refined and gentle smiling face, his voice even slightly trembling:

"Director Zhang... what do you mean by that?"

"I'm just an office worker! An ordinary person! Not one of your extraordinary circles! You don't even want to let me go?"

"This is not in compliance with regulations! It's unreasonable! And it's illegal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Edward wanted to slap himself hard across the face.

Hey!

I was stupid.

How can you talk about rules and laws with those bandits in official robes from the Jinghai 749 Bureau?

That's just plain stupid!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yucheng simply waved his hand casually, his gentle smile remaining unchanged, and his tone was incredibly sincere and earnest:

"Mr. Edward, look at you, saying such formal things again."

"Our Jinghai 749 Bureau is a legitimate state-owned unit that upholds procedural justice and values ​​international relations. We are not some kind of criminal gang."

"I just think you should think carefully about whether you want to go back."

Think about it?

What are you thinking?

Edward was a little confused and looked bewildered.

Beside him, Ji Zuodao, who had just finished counting the money and was happily stuffing it into his pocket, turned his head upon hearing this, chuckled, and revealed a set of white teeth.

His gaze swept over the crumpled gambling ticket in Edward's hand, then looked at Edward's bewildered face, and kindly reminded him:

"Uncle, what Uncle Zhang means is, he wants you to think about it..."

"You've come all the way to Jinghai on this business trip..."

"What's missing?"

"What...has been added again?"

What's missing? What's added?

Edward subconsciously followed Ji Zuodao's train of thought.

What's missing?

One hundred million US dollars, gone.

The two people who wanted to ransom were both gone; their bodies were almost lost.

Even Wolf, the messenger, was caught in the crossfire, dying in a rather peculiar way.

So... what's extra?

Edward unconsciously touched the inner pocket with his fingers.

Inside, a gambling ticket lay quietly.

The odds are good.

"Sol dies first."

I won, 200,000.

I just received it, it's still warm.

and many more……

Edward's blank expression gradually froze.

Immediately, a chilling, belated fear, like a venomous snake, slithered up my tailbone and instantly spread throughout my entire body!

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his shirt!

What the hell!

This can't be calculated like that!

If this gets sent back...

A delegation from the Free Nation has been sent to ransom the people.

As a result, the money was given out—one hundred million US dollars, real cash.

They didn't bring anyone back, and one of them even got caught.

Edward, the only surviving diplomat, was completely unharmed and even had two hundred thousand dollars in his pocket.

This is fucking...

This plot just doesn't make any sense!

Isn't this clearly a classic treasonous scenario where "diplomats collude with foreign enemies to plot against and kill their own country's powerful figures, embezzle ransom money, and line their own pockets"?!

Or it's the kind of case where the evidence is irrefutable, the perpetrator is caught red-handed, and there's no way to clear their name!

This is fucking...

Yellow mud falling on your crotch—even if it's not poop, it's still poop!

If he were to return to China, he would probably be summoned for questioning by security authorities as soon as he gets off the plane.

He was then convicted of multiple crimes, including "treason," "espionage," and "possession of a huge amount of unexplained wealth," and sent directly to the electric chair. His ashes were scattered and fed to vultures.

Edward felt colder and colder his heart became, and his liver trembled more and more as he thought about it.

What should I do?

What can we do?

run?

Where could he run? The world is vast, where could a civilian diplomat with no strength even find refuge?

Just as he was about to be crushed by this hopeless reality, and was contemplating whether he should simply close his eyes and go with Thor and the others—

Last night, in the "premium room" arranged by Bureau 749, while watching an old movie about this country to kill time, a line of dialogue suddenly popped into his chaotic mind.

"Let's go all out! Let's take advantage of the heavy snow and run up Tiger Mountain in one go!"

"Thanks to your kiln, Master Cui!"

"..."

Edward shuddered violently.

He slowly, very slowly raised his head.

Their gaze fell upon the 749 Bureau Chief, who was impeccably dressed in black, refined and gentle, and whose every gesture determined life and death and disregarded rules.

Tiger Mountain...

Master Cui...

749...

Director Zhang...