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

The air in the bathroom seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ji Zuodao and Liu Ming exchanged a glance, both reading the same message in each other's eyes:

Is there a mistake?

After a brief silence, Ji Zuodao was the first to react, turning to the sobbing bandit leader and yelling:

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so earlier if it wasn't you?!"

Upon hearing this, the bandit leader cried even harder, his face smeared with snot and tears, his voice shrill and mournful, as if his tail had been stepped on.

"I kept saying! I kept shouting that I didn't know any clues, grandpa! We were just carrying out a terrorist attack! Waaah... Officer, this is torture! This is murder! I'm going to sue them! I'll sue them to death!"

"I'll sue you, you son of a bitch!"

Ji Zuodao slapped him hard across the face. "You're acting all high and mighty without any clues? You've made us waste all our time!"

The bandit leader's head lolled to the side after being hit, his cries caught in his throat, leaving only a series of aggrieved sobs, his eyes filled with despair and accusation against the world.

Xiao Chen couldn't stand it any longer. He slammed the bathroom door shut, blocking the horrified and curious stares from outside. He lowered his voice, almost gritting his teeth, and said:

"My lords! My ancestors! What are you thinking? How could the clues possibly be on the robbers?!"

"Even if we were to hold a trial, couldn't we at least... be a little more civilized? Huh? Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts)? Castration? And you're wielding a butter knife from an airplane?"

"Go outside and take a look! Those people outside are practically driven insane by you! They've already written their suicide notes several times over!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his fingers practically poking their noses:

"Now look what's happened! The plane hasn't even landed yet, and I bet the media reporters are already lining up on the runway! The moment the cabin door opens, they'll be shoving their cameras and microphones in our faces! Who knows which unlucky department will end up taking the blame for our 749!"

Faced with Xiao Chen's barrage of questions, Ji Zuodao simply picked at his ear indifferently, then carefully folded the note with the address written on it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Alright, alright, it's no big deal."

He patted Xiao Chen's tense shoulder, grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said, "Don't worry, watch me."

He cleared his throat, straightened his slightly disheveled trench coat from the "intense interrogation," and instantly switched his expression to one of "righteous indignation" and "furious rage," and then—

"Bang!"

He kicked open the toilet door.

"Damn it! Those damn Japanese devils!"

Ji Zuodao pointed at the robber lying paralyzed on the ground, his voice booming, his tone filled with grief and boundless rage, instantly echoing throughout the entire cabin:

"You dare to launch terrorist attacks on our Han territory! We'll wipe you out!"

After he finished speaking, the cabin fell into a deathly silence.

Those low sobs and suppressed whimpers seemed to be cut off by an invisible pair of scissors.

All the passengers, regardless of age or gender, stared blankly up, their faces still streaked with tears, their eyes slowly shifting from extreme fear to bewilderment, and then…

Two small flames were ignited, named "Sudden Realization" and "Shared Hatred."

"Wh...what?"

"Were those robbers Japanese soldiers?"

"It seems so. I was wondering why the accent sounded off."

"Oh shit!"

"Trying to cause trouble on our Han territory? They deserve to die!"

"Bang!"

One of the older brothers, whose eyes were red and who had just been thinking about his parents back home, rushed out first and kicked the robber who was lying limp on the ground hard!

"You little devils! I'll curse your ancestors!"

That kick was like igniting the fuse of an explosive.

"Kill them!"

"Damn Japanese devils!"

"Didn't you get enough beatings back then, huh!"

The passengers, who were just moments ago trembling and immersed in the tragic atmosphere of the apocalypse, suddenly surged forward as if injected with a burst of adrenaline!

Punches and kicks rained down, accompanied by angry shouts and curses.

The cabin, which had just been filled with an atmosphere of despair, instantly transformed into a scene of united hatred and fierce criticism against a fallen enemy.

The robbers struggled to open their swollen eyes through the gaps in their fists and kicks, a single tear sliding down their cheek.

This is fucking...

This is even more humiliating than being slowly sliced ​​to death or castrated!

We were just a group of ordinary robbers, how did we get labeled as "Japanese terrorists"?!

This hat is way too big and too heavy! It's so humiliating!

Ji Zuodao crossed his arms and leaned against the toilet door frame, nodding with satisfaction at the fervent scene before him where "the vast ocean of the people drowned all invading enemies."

"All done. Now we need to consider which department to thank for this achievement of 'bravely capturing foreign terrorists and protecting the lives of the people'. The airport police? Or the armed police? Tsk, tough choice."

Xiao Chen watched in stunned silence, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

Only one thought remained in his mind, repeatedly refreshing the screen:

Holy crap...

That hat was put on like that...

This is a shift in the contradiction...

This is textbook-perfect blame-shifting... no, crisis management!

Those thugs from the Jinghai branch are really damn wild and slutty!

"This is our reporter reporting. This afternoon, flight GX7502 was hijacked by four armed assailants at an altitude of 10,000 meters, seriously threatening the lives of over a hundred passengers and crew members!"

On the television screen, a beautiful female reporter held a microphone, her expression serious, her tone firm:

"At the critical moment, three outstanding plainclothes armed police officers who were on the same flight stepped forward! Undaunted by the danger, they engaged in a fierce battle with the criminals, ultimately subduing all four on the spot with their exceptional skills and unwavering will!"

The camera then focused on Ji Zuodao, Liu Ming, and Li Shuwen, who were surrounded by layers of reporters.

The three men had changed into crisp armed police training uniforms that had been temporarily borrowed from some department, and they stood tall and proud, exuding an air of authority.

With a humble smile that proclaimed "Serving the People," Ji Zuodao waved to the camera, saying, "It's what we should do. Protecting the lives and property of the people is our bounden duty!"

Liu Ming and Li Shuwen nodded in agreement, their faces full of righteous indignation.

"It is understood that these four audacious robbers, according to preliminary investigations, are all Japanese nationals!"

"The motives behind this crime are still under investigation, but such rampant transnational violent crime is undoubtedly a serious provocation against the sovereignty and legal dignity of our great nation! The spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs stated that our great nation will lodge a strong protest with Japan and reserves the right to take further measures!"

The camera panned again to Ji Zuodao and his two companions, and behind them were four robbers who were beaten black and blue, handcuffed, escorted by real armed police, and had empty eyes as if they were questioning the meaning of life.

One of the robbers seemed to want to look up and explain something, but was immediately overwhelmed by the reporters' even more intense flashes and questions.

"Let us once again pay tribute to these three heroic armed police officers! They are true heroes of peacetime!"

The scene freezes on Ji Zuodao's simple smile and the applause of the crowd, then cuts back to the studio.

Jinghai 749 Bureau, Director's Office.

Zhang Yucheng held a cup of hot tea, his lips curving upwards in an uncontrollable smile, the smile growing ever wider.

"Oh……"

"Those three little brats are always causing trouble wherever they go."

He took a sip of tea, then reached for the landline receiver on the table and slowly dialed a number.

The phone rang a few times before being answered, and a deep, steady male voice came from the other end: "Feed?"

"Feeding? Old Lin! It's me, Zhang Yucheng. Have you eaten yet?"

"Hey, nothing much, just chatting... Did you watch TV? The midday news."

"Yes, yes, the one about the four Japanese soldiers captured on the plane... Oh dear, I just saw it too."

"Then I looked... hey! Those three young men look so familiar... and upon closer inspection, good heavens! Aren't they my three good-for-nothing brats!"

"Tell me, you're such a worry!"

"Sigh, luck, pure luck, nothing to brag about, nothing to brag about, haha..."