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

"Have you found that demoness from the Ascension Sect yet?!"

Deputy Director Liu gripped the walkie-talkie, his voice echoing across the battlefield where the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, carrying a suppressed rage.

"Reporting, boss, no!"

The investigator's equally furious voice came through the walkie-talkie:

"We've checked all the matching corpses, and they're all from the Wang family! Unless that witch was blown to pieces and mixed in with the minced meat, making her indistinguishable!"

"Also, we found an underground chamber, inside... two hundred corpses, all drained of blood..."

"Oh shit!"

Deputy Director Liu slammed his fist into the armored tank next to him, making a dull thud.

"Collect every scrap of meat you can find and send it back for testing! Don't let a single hair escape!"

"Well……"

There was a moment's hesitation on the other end of the walkie-talkie, and the voice lowered slightly.

"Boss, this might be... a bit difficult."

"Huh? What is it now?!"

"Um... most of the scraps of meat... seem to have been... chewed up by Dog-sama as snacks."

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

All eyes turned to Dog, who was lying comfortably on the hood of an armored vehicle, licking his paws and picking his teeth.

Dog noticed the focused gaze, paused, raised his eyelids, and tilted his head blankly.

"Woof?"

That expression, so innocent and pure, seemed to say: Why are you looking at me? I'm just a dog repairman who happened to be passing by and had a buffet meal.

Deputy Director Liu's eyes twitched violently a few times. He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress some kind of emotion that was about to erupt.

He extended a finger and pointed at Liu Ming, the mountain demon, and several other investigators who had been at the forefront of the attack, his tone filled with a frustrated and resentful tone:

"You lot...you lot! Can't you be a little gentler?! Huh?!"

"I repeatedly warned you, you must be alive! You must have a tongue! You must be able to ask questions!"

"Little Ji is new here, she doesn't know any better, she doesn't know her limits, and you all don't understand either?! Huh?! How many years have you been fighting? Do I have to teach you this basic principle?!"

Liu Ming and the others shrank back after being scolded, their faces showing some embarrassment.

The mandrill scratched the back of its head and muttered in a low voice:

"Well... boss, I got carried away and couldn't stop. And as you saw, those bastards all committed suicide in the end; there was no way to stop them..."

Liu Ming also whispered his defense:

"When I cast talismans... it's all about area-of-effect damage. Precisely controlling the attack to leave survivors... that's quite difficult."

Ji Zuodao touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly and whispered:

"Uncle Liu, that...it's my fault. Not only is my tongue gone, but my soul is gone too...there's no way to summon my soul."

"Alright!"

Deputy Director Liu waved his hand impatiently, interrupting everyone's explanations.

He surveyed the scorched battlefield before him and the desolate Wang family mansion, his eyes filled with malice.

"Forget it! The entire Wang family, inside and out, above and below, I've already had them locked up with magic arrays! Even if she really turns into a fly, she won't be able to fly out silently! Interrogate the others first!"

"Liu Ming!"

"exist!"

"Take a team and 'invite' every single one of the Wang family's ordinary, non-cultivating members who are still breathing over here!"

Deputy Director Liu emphasized the word "please," but there was no hint of politeness in his eyes.

"Interrogate them first."

"Who has clean hands, who has a guilty conscience, who's just trying to make a living, and who the hell is a traitor in human skin..."

He paused, his voice like a cold block of iron, striking each word:

"We have plenty of time to review them one by one."

"Those who deserve to live, may live. Those who deserve to die..."

"Don't even think about getting away with it."

When it comes to interrogation, who else in the entire Jinghai region can compare to Dog Master?

The Buddhist concept of telepathy is indeed that authoritative.

Dog Grandpa strolled leisurely to a fairly flat bluestone, stood up, and then sat down very naturally, even crossing his legs.

One paw held the royal family's roster, while the other adjusted non-existent glasses; the dog's face was etched with the word "professional."

"Come on, one at a time, don't rush, everyone gets a share."

"Don't try to make things up or hide anything. To me, all your ulterior motives are written all over your face."

"Tell me yourself, what shameful and heinous things have you done under the patronage of the Wang family over the years?"

"Start with the most serious cases. If you have a good attitude, you might get leniency."

The first person to be pushed forward by the soldiers was a middle-aged fat man with a pale face, wearing silk pajamas and one of his slippers that he had lost.

His calves cramped, and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to speak up or beg for mercy.

However, his lips barely moved—

"Um."

Dog Master raised his dog eyes, glanced at him, and showed a look of disgust on his dog face.

"You're an expert in rape, plunder, and robbery. Relying on the Wang family's power, you force women into prostitution, seize people's property, and even have lives on your hands... Tsk, your resume is quite impressive."

"Shoot him."

Three words, falling lightly.

"Bang!"

Without hesitation, the soldier standing to the side and behind Dog Lord raised his hand and fired a shot.

Clean and efficient.

A blood bloomed on the forehead of the middle-aged fat man, and without uttering a sound, he fell backward.

Two soldiers immediately stepped forward and swiftly dragged the body away, leaving only a dark red mark on the ground that was quickly absorbed by the dust.

The entire process, from Dogman speaking to the gunshot and being dragged away, took no more than ten seconds.

It's so fast that people can't react in time.

A suppressed gasp and commotion erupted from the crowd; some collapsed to the ground, while others instinctively tried to shrink back.

"Quiet!"

Several soldiers pulled back their bolts with a "clatter," the cold metallic clanging instantly quelling the commotion, leaving only heavy, terrified breathing.

"Next."

Dog seemed oblivious to what was happening, tracing a line on the roster with its paw without looking up.

The second person brought in was a young man, dressed fashionably, but trembling like a sieve.

"I...I didn't do anything! I'm just a spoiled brat! I..."

"Um?"

Dog Grandpa tilted his head.

"The worst thing I've ever done in my life... was stealing 500,000 yuan in cash from my family's safe, taking it to a nightclub to show off, only to get scammed out of it all, and not daring to tell my family, so I framed my own dad instead?"

Dog-Grandpa's mouth twitched as if he wanted to laugh, but he held it back.

"You good-for-nothing. Stay in the safe zone, we'll deal with you later."

The young man felt as if he had been granted a pardon. His legs went weak and he almost collapsed. He was then dragged by the soldiers to a designated "safe zone" on the side.

"Next."

The third was an elderly man with a sinister look in his eyes, dressed in a Tang suit, who tried hard to remain calm.

Dog Master glanced at him, and a hint of disgust flashed in his dog eyes.

"Alright, stop trying to come up with a story. Drug trafficking alone is enough to get you executed ten times over. Perfect, it saves me the time of listening to your dirty tales."

"Kill him."

"Bang!"

Decisive and straightforward.

"Next!"

This time it was a greasy middle-aged man with a thick gold chain around his neck.

"They illegally operated an underground dog slaughterhouse, taking pleasure in cruel methods of killing dogs, and even sold uninspected dog meat?"

"Damn it, kill him."

"Bang!"

Gunshots echoed across the empty ruins, carrying a chilling efficiency.

Dog Master "interrogated" them one by one, and the soldiers "executed" them one by one.

The efficiency is frighteningly high.

Ji Zuodao squatted beside him, chin in hand, watching with great interest, silently commenting in his mind:

"Good heavens, the Wang family... their background is quite diverse. Executing them all would definitely result in some innocent people being wrongly accused..."

"But if we execute them one by one... hey, the number of those who escaped could probably fill a seafood market."

Deputy Director Liu stood a short distance away, arms crossed, watching everything with a blank expression.

This is part of "Plan Three".

For a family like the Wang family that colludes with cults and poses a huge threat, the legal "trial" process can be completed later.

However, on-site, with conclusive evidence, Bureau 749 has the authority to make arbitrary decisions.

Identify, clean up, and eliminate the malignant tumors and separate the innocent in the most efficient way.

Doge's "telepathy" is the fastest and most accurate "sieve" at this moment.

As night deepened, gunshots rang out intermittently, then fell silent.