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

Ji Zuodao's outrageous "roulette game" not only drove the prisoner to despair but also opened a new world for all the investigators.

It's efficient, doesn't violate any rules, and is damn stress-relieving.

So this is how interrogations can be conducted?

Isn't this exactly the efficient working technique that we 749 investigators have been dreaming of—legal, compliant, and procedural?

"This move... seems to actually be quite effective."

An investigator from the Southwest Precinct, who had previously been trying to use Maslow's hierarchy of needs to discuss the value of life with prisoners, fell into deep thought.

A moment later, he began rummaging through his storage bag, muttering to himself:

"Hey, where's my gun? I remember putting it in here, where did I put it...?"

The prisoner opposite him, who had been trying to appear serious and manipulate the situation to secure "tainted witness" status, suddenly turned pale.

"Wait...wait! Brother! Let's talk again! Let's talk again! I was just being coy! I'll give in right away!"

"Really! Your theory actually makes a lot of sense! Let's continue talking about Maslow! Let's talk about self-actualization! Let's talk about exceeding needs!"

The investigator didn't even look up, continuing his search: "Enough talk, let me find the gun, then we'll get to the point."

The prisoner was almost in tears: "Brother! Dear brother! I'll confess right now! Immediately! Right now! Please stop looking for me, okay?!"

"Found it!"

The investigator finally pulled out the standard-issue pistol from under a pile of clutter, and his eyes lit up.

The prisoner stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, then looked down between his legs, his voice trembling with tears:

"Dude! That's a Type 92! It's an automatic pistol! Not a revolver! Even if you only load one bullet, it'll still go off! Are you trying to turn my Kunkun into a QR code?!"

The investigator paused, tilted his head, and seemed to realize the problem only then:

"It seems so... but this is the only gun I have. How about you bet that I don't actually have any bullets in it?"

"Bet my ass!!! I saw you loading bullets into the magazine with my own eyes!!! Do you think I'm blind?!"

Seeing this, investigators from other branches also got the hang of it and began rummaging through their storage bags and magical artifacts.

The equipment issued by Bureau 749 is diverse, ranging from standard trench coats to special identification documents, from various firearms to controlled knives, all of which are registered and legal work tools.

Finding a gun is perfectly normal.

"Hey! I've got it! I've got it!"

A burly man from the Northeast branch of the Public Security Bureau excitedly pulled out a large, well-maintained revolver and began loading it without saying a word.

The prisoner opposite him had been acting like a stubborn, unyielding coward.

Looking at the gun barrel, which was thicker than his thumb, and feeling the cool, pointed area, the muscles in his face began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Brother...brother, calm down! We Northeastern men believe in winning people over with virtue and reason! What you're doing...this doesn't fit the customs of our region!"

The burly man grinned, revealing two rows of large white teeth: "It's alright, let's change things up today and settle this with guns. Come on, let's test the waters with one shot."

"No!!! I'll tell you everything! Our boss has a secret warehouse in Changbai Mountain! It contains three tons of military explosives he smuggled from the Russians! The exact coordinates are..."

The prisoner spoke as fast as a rabbit being chased by a dog, as if afraid that if he slowed down even a little, he would have to say goodbye to his beloved Kunkun.

Meanwhile, at the Jiangnan branch, Lü Jian held a revolver in his hand. As the Jiangnan branch's prized possession, his storage bag contained almost everything.

Looking at the prisoner opposite him, whose eyes were darting around, Lü Jian felt a surge of heroic spirit.

Feng Shui turns around!

The moment to show off has finally come for me!

The frustration of being crushed by Jinghai in the first literary battle seemed to find an outlet at this moment.

Following Ji Zuodao's example, he flicked his wrist, flicked out the reel, and with a cold expression, loaded a bright yellow bullet into it.

Then, under the prisoner's terrified gaze, he slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun and pressed it against the target.

"Cooperate, or you'll suffer." Lu Jian mimicked a line from a movie, deliberately keeping his voice low.

The prisoner was trembling, but a glimmer of hope seemed to linger deep in his eyes.

Lu Jian no longer hesitated; this was exactly the kind of shocking effect he wanted—a single blow that would break through the defenses!

Pull the trigger!

"Bang--!!!"

A dull yet violent gunshot, completely different from the previous hollow "clicks," suddenly rang out!

The air was thick with the smoke of gunpowder.

Blood spurted out.

"Awooo—!!!!!"

The screams, ten times more horrific than those of a pig being slaughtered, pierced the sky in an instant.

The prisoner, like a shrimp thrown into a frying pan, suddenly curled up, clutching his groin tightly with both hands. Blood gushed from between his fingers. He rolled and convulsed wildly on the ground, his screams no longer human.

Lu Jian stood there blankly, a few drops of warm blood splattered on his face.

A wisp of smoke slowly drifted from the muzzle of the revolver.

He was completely stunned.

My head is buzzing.

No...no...

That's not how the script was written!

Four shots were fired in Jinghai and all went blank! How come when it's my turn, I hit the bullseye on the very first shot?!

What sins did this prisoner commit? Did he not check the almanac before leaving home?!

"Red card! Foul! Disqualification!"

The referee's roar was like a thunderclap, exploding in Lü Jian's ears.

He turned his head blankly and looked at his two teammates.

Two investigators from the Jiangnan branch were looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at an absolute idiot, their disdain and speechlessness almost tangible.

One of them couldn't hold back and started cursing:

"Lu Jian...did you mess up your brain from practicing cultivation?"

"Can't you see that when others load bullets, they secretly remove the bullet or primer? The bullet is just for show! It's just for making a noise to scare people!"

"Who the hell is like you, actually loading live bullets into it?!"

"Fuck you! Jiangnan! Are you all fucking idiots?!"

Nearby, investigators from other precincts, who were busy "optimizing" their interrogation methods, were also enraged upon hearing this, and they all cast angry glances at him.

Why did you say that?!

"You think you're so smart?!"

"Would it kill you to shut up?!"

"I just scared the prisoner so badly he peed his pants! Now I'm completely exposed!!"

Sure enough, the prisoners who were on the verge of a mental breakdown from being "pointed a gun at Kun Kun" heard the conversation and their pale faces first showed confusion, then revealed a complex expression of sudden realization and relief.

Then, his eyes gradually turned melancholy.

Combined with those dark gun muzzles, that cold touch, that threat of death...

It's all just a bunch of scare tactics?!

Are all investigators from Bureau 749 this heartless?!

Ji Zuodao watched the chaos unfold, pursed his lips, and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"Tsk, a bunch of noobs."

"I can't even copy homework properly."

He shook his head, looking like a lonely master who was "sober while everyone else was drunk".

On the stage, Old Zhang silently took a sip of tea, his cloudy old eyes sweeping across the entire audience.

The old man smacked his lips lightly, using his teacup to cover the faint, extremely complex smile at the corner of his mouth.

"These idiots..."

"Trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog instead."

"but……"

He raised his eyes and gazed at the azure sky above the sea of ​​clouds, his gaze distant.

"With such a despicable scoundrel paving the way ahead..."

"It looks like the 749th round won't be quiet from now on."

"Alright."

"A stagnant pool has no beauty like waves."