Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Illegal vehicle dismantling site in the Eighth District of Chenxi City.

The piercing sirens echoed wildly around the alleyways, completely surrounding this steel graveyard.

Zhou Ming led his officers into the scene. Even as a seasoned veteran detective, the sight before him still caused his pupils to contract slightly.

This is not an ordinary fight scene; it is a one-sided slaughterhouse.

The three vicious dogs lay on the ground whimpering, their injuries precise and accurate—collapsed noses, shattered kneecaps, and broken ribs, as if they had been struck precisely by some kind of blunt instrument.

The four men in black were in a sorry state.

Two people were entangled like dumplings by their own net guns, while another person was unconscious with their own tranquilizer darts inserted into their body.

What sent chills down Zhou Ming's spine was the corpse lying under the corrugated iron wall.

Iron Hand.

At this moment, he looked like a broken rag doll, his chest cavity showing a terrifying collapse, and his broken ribs even pierced through his protective suit.

"Captain Zhou," the officer under his command said, his voice trembling as he knelt beside the body, "it was a fatal blow. It's as if someone punched him so hard his sternum instantly shattered, stopping his heart. But that doesn't make sense... how could a human fist generate such kinetic energy?"

"Captain Zhou! We've made a major discovery!"

Just then, an officer in charge of searching the perimeter ran over excitedly, holding up a small black cube.

"It was found inside a wrecked car that was about to be dismantled. The car was still powered on, and the dashcam was on! And its location... was right in front of this open space!"

Zhou Ming's heart skipped a beat.

He grabbed the dashcam, strode to the police car, took out the memory card, and inserted it into the police terminal.

The image on the screen was somewhat blurry, but that didn't prevent him from clearly seeing the astonishing scene—

A gray shadow appeared like a ghost.

Three pebbles traced a zigzag line in the air, defying the laws of physics.

Iron Hand fired the gun, and the air around the muzzle twisted strangely. The bullet seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, its trajectory abruptly changed.

Immediately afterwards, the man in gray threw a punch.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple punch.

But in that instant, Zhou Ming felt as if he could sense the terrifying kinetic energy condensed in that punch, even through the screen.

The video ends.

Zhou Ming's fingers were trembling slightly.

If Xu Suyuan's "wall-penetrating" could still be somewhat comforted by visual deception, then this scene of "kinetic energy deflection" shattered his worldview as a materialistic criminal police officer once again.

"Another one..."

Zhou Ming murmured softly, his voice hoarse, "In this world, a second one has appeared..."

This is no longer a simple serial murder case.

This is the rise of a power system that is disrupting the existing order.

"Captain Zhou, what should we do with the two men in black who are still conscious? They insist that they are security guards for the Wei Group and that they only attacked the suspicious individuals they spotted while passing by," the officer asked.

"Just passing by?" Zhou Ming sneered. "Passing by with a net gun? With a tranquilizer gun? With a police dog trained for tracking? Even armed! Tell them this is a murder scene, not their Wei Group's backyard! Detain them and take them back to the station for a surprise interrogation!"

"Zhou Ming! Let's see who dares to take people away!"

A roar filled with anger and panic suddenly came from the entrance to the dismantling yard.

Zhou Ming frowned, turned his head, and saw Deputy Director Sun Qiming leading his men, striding towards him in a fit of rage.

"Director Sun," Zhou Ming said, "You've come at the right time. Another murder has occurred here. The victim has been identified as Tie Shou, suspected of illegally possessing firearms, net guns, and controlled knives, and organizing violent crimes. There are four accomplices as well, and I'm preparing to take them back..."

"What are you bringing?!"

Sun Qiming rushed up to Zhou Ming, his spittle almost landing on Zhou Ming's face.

His face was ashen, and his eyes held both fury and a deep, unfathomable fear.

In a panic, he threatened, "Zhou Ming! Have you lost your mind? Do you know who these people are involved with?! Do you know how deep this water runs?! If you want to die, don't drag the entire Eighth Precinct down with you! This case is not for you!"

Zhou Ming stared at the distorted face before him.

Once upon a time, Sun Qiming was also a criminal police officer who dared to rush to the front line, and the senior who led them in taking the oath at the police academy's opening ceremony.

But now, the oath to "uphold justice" has become a joke under the corruption of power and the nourishment of capital.

"Director Sun," Zhou Ming's voice was soft, "Iron Hand is dead, Lin Zhenghua is dead. Now Xu Suyuan has been rescued. Do you think covering this up will still work?"

Sun Qiming's body stiffened, his eyes flashed, and then he became even more ruthless: "You don't need to worry about that! Men, take over the scene! Take away all the bodies and wounded! Confiscate all electronic equipment!"

Sun Qiming and his men immediately surrounded them.

Zhou Ming fell silent.

He glanced at the several burly men in plainclothes behind Sun Qiming, who were eyeing him menacingly, and then at his brothers in the distance.

He knew that if he resisted stubbornly, Sun Qiming would really do something crazy.

Sun Qiming is now a trapped beast forced to the edge of a cliff.

"it is good."

Zhou Ming suddenly took a step back: "I obey orders."

Sun Qiming was visibly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Zhou Ming to compromise so quickly, and his tense nerves immediately relaxed: "That's right, Xiao Zhou. A wise person knows when to yield. Leave this to me."

After saying that, Sun Qiming immediately turned around to direct the movement of the bodies and the wounded, not wanting to waste even a second.

Zhou Ming stood there, watching Sun Qiming's busy figure, a resolute glint in his eyes.

His hand quietly slipped into his pocket, his fingertips touching the memory card.

In the brief moment of arguing with Sun Qiming, he had already used his body as cover to secretly remove the memory card from the dashcam and hide it in his palm.

"Director Sun, you're utterly rotten."

Zhou Ming said silently to himself.

"You're trying to cover it up, but you can't. I can't let the brothers from the eighth inning die with you."

Zhou Ming got into the police car, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

That was Zhao Jianguo, the deputy director of the Chenxi City Garrison Bureau.

A former leader known in the police force for his "iron face," but who was disciplined and fell into obscurity after the Genting Palace incident.

He was prepared to report the situation here to a higher level.

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The deputy director's office at the Eighth District Garrison.

The blinds were drawn tightly shut, completely blocking out the bright midday sun.

Sun Qiming slumped in his office chair, his tie roughly loosened and hanging crookedly around his neck.

Just half an hour ago, he forcibly took over the scene at the illegal vehicle dismantling site, subdued Zhou Ming in an almost unreasonable manner, took away the two men in black who were still breathing, and ordered the news to be blocked.

But he knew that was just a temporary fix.