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

Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Liu's eyes lit up instantly, like two small searchlights, staring intently at Ji Zuodao.

"Oh? Little Ji, you... you had a backup plan?"

Ji Zuodao scratched the back of his head sheepishly, a signature smile, tinged with youthful embarrassment, appearing on his face.

But his tone revealed a reckless gambler's spirit:

"Oh dear, Uncle Liu, what are you saying? Those two small fish are so cheap they're barely enough to fill a tooth gap, and they wouldn't even leave a trace of oil in your mouth."

I was thinking... why not take a big gamble? What if I hook one that won't let go?

"Good! Good! Good!"

Deputy Director Liu clapped his hands and laughed, saying "good" three times in a row.

"No wonder he's the talent I risked everything to get a spot recommended for! He's quick-witted, audacious, and has an even bigger appetite!"

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and his face showed a mixture of boldness and cunning:

"Little Ji, let me put it this way, as long as we can leave one or two people alive who can still speak, so that I have something to write in my report and can put an end to this mess..."

"The rest is up to you! Don't be shy with your uncle! How much profit you squeeze out, how much material you refine, that's all up to your skill!"

"This... Uncle Liu, what you're saying..."

The slight embarrassment on Ji Zuodao's face vanished instantly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards, the arc growing wider and wider.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony with you!"

"Alright! I'm ready to see what you've got!"

Ji Zuodao stopped talking nonsense, reached into his robes, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out a strange eyeball with a murky color and slightly contracted pupil.

This eyeball was originally a pair with the one he had stuffed into Dog Master's half-stomach.

He walked into a room and picked up a portable projector.

Then, amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he pinched the still-warm eyeball, aimed it at the projector lens, and gently slapped it with a "smack".

Sizzle... sizzle...

A faint sound, like flesh growing, rang out.

The moment that eyeball came into contact with the cold lens, countless fine, dark red blood vessels, like a spider web, suddenly spread across its surface!

These blood vessels seemed to have a life of their own, quickly wrapping around, enveloping, and seeping in. In just a few breaths, they covered and assimilated the entire projector lens, eventually merging with it.

The original silver-gray metal lens has now been transformed into a bizarre "eyeball" wrapped in blood vessels and pulsating slightly.

"Holy crap?!"

Standing to the side, Liu Ming's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but blurt out, his voice trembling:

"Blood...flesh-and-blood armor?! Isn't this something you only see in science fiction novels?! Brother Ji, your approach...is way too wild?!"

Even Zhou Jianguo, who had come out to watch the commotion, widened his eyes slightly at this moment.

A faint, almost imperceptible ripple flashed in his cloudy old eyes, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

He clicked his tongue softly in his mind, silently sighing:

No wonder it's a little monster sculpted by those three old ghosts who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This method, this line of thinking, this approach of crudely blending life and non-life, evil magic and technology without any psychological barrier...

It was exactly the same as that old ghost's insane act on the battlefield back then, where he used the blood and flesh essence of enemy Qi cultivators to forcibly revive and corrupt a tank, then turned its cannons and bombarded the Qi cultivators' battlefield indiscriminately.

"Hey, it's just a little thing, nothing to brag about."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand modestly, but his hands didn't stop; he quickly adjusted the projector.

Soon, a beam of light shone from the "eyeball" lens, displaying a clear and stable dynamic image on the opposite white wall—

The camera angle is slightly low and the camera is slightly shaky.

What's shown is the interior of that gray van.

The bald man yawned in the driver's seat, while the man in the suit anxiously checked his phone.

This is precisely the perspective of the fake Zhao Lingling.

Everything is within sight.

"Hahaha! Good! Good lad!"

Deputy Director Liu watched with great interest, slapping his thigh hard.

"Now that's great! No matter which rat hole that bastard crawls into, we can hear him fart! It's become a spectacle right under our noses!"

"Hey, Uncle Liu, calm down, calm down."

"This is nothing! It's just an appetizer."

He kicked Dog, who was dozing at his feet.

"That fake Zhao Lingling, I didn't just stuff an eyeball in it. I temporarily sculpted its body using half of Dog Master's stomach, and connected it to the other half of Dog Master's stomach."

He paused, then a wicked smile spread across his face:

"So, once we've confirmed the big hook and figured out the lair..."

"We don't need to chase them in a car, break down doors, or sneak in."

He pointed to the lazy dog ​​on the ground and made a teleportation gesture.

"Let's open a 'door' directly from Dog-Master's side, go through this 'VIP express passage' in its stomach, and whoosh—"

"They could descend like gods, appearing right there. They'd trap those bastards like turtles in a jar, wiping them out completely!"

The office was completely silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Ji Zuodao, then at the black dog on the ground idly licking its paws.

Liu Ming's mouth hung open, unable to close for a long time, his mind filled with only one thought frantically scrolling through his mind:

This is fucking weird... but... it's fucking awesome!

This approach and this execution are beyond just "wild"; they've opened up a completely new and exciting tactical path!

"Woof!"

Dog was displeased at this point, raised his head, and let out a dissatisfied whimper.

"You brat, you're using my stomach as a public toilet... oops, I mean, as a portal?"

"Let me tell you, let's go in in smaller groups! Be quiet! I'm going to be really uncomfortable! It'll feel like I've had a full-body gastroscopy without anesthesia!"

Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Liu immediately squatted down and gently stroked Dog Master's shiny forehead with his large, fan-like hand.

With a "we're best buddies" smile plastered on his face, his voice was low and magnetic, full of allure:

"Dog Master, putting everything else aside, this month, your special monster meat ration... the bureau is doubling it! No, triple it! Plenty! Eat as much as you want!"

"Woof?!"

Dog's ears perked up instantly, and his usually half-droopy eyes widened in surprise.

It made a "gulp" sound in its throat and quickly swallowed the saliva that was about to spill out.

The dog's disdain vanished instantly, replaced by a solemn and dignified air of "who else but me?"

It even sat up straight, raised one front paw, and solemnly patted its furry chest, its voice loud and resolute:

"Ahem! Well... Director Liu, what you're saying is all for the sake of the work, for the safety of the people of Jinghai!"

"Come on in! Come on in! The more the merrier! A little movement is fine! I, Doggy, guarantee impeccable service, make you feel right at home! If you even frown, I'll change my name to something else!"

Everyone: "..."

Looking at Dog Master's pathetic "as long as there's enough meat, I'll do a full endoscopy" attitude, and then at Ji Zuodao's shy, wicked smile that said "everything is under control."

In everyone's hearts, without prior agreement, a candle was silently lit once again for that "dragon crossing the river" that they had yet to meet.

This is...

This is like throwing meat buns at a dog—no, it's like the dog opening the door to invite thieves into its stomach.