I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

After the four men, led by Evan, entered the special operations team's room, they saw that the small hall outside was packed with people.

The people were dressed as workers, tailors, and housewives, both men and women, of varying ages.

The workers wore coarse cloth overalls stained with oil, the tailor had a few needles and threads pinned to his body, and the housewives were wrapped in old shawls that had been washed until they were faded.

But now, they were all pale-faced, as if they had been frightened, each of them shrinking their necks, their eyes filled with lingering fear.

Evan could faintly hear the whispers of these people talking to each other.

"Did you also see that monster with stitches all over its face?"

"They can turn into the wind! I saw them rush into the factory and drink the workers' blood!"

"Pshaw! Vampires are nothing, what I've seen is terrifying!"

"Those guys were rotting all over; I watched them drag living people into the sewers with my own eyes!"

"Healing Father above, what's going on lately?! Plague and monsters again!"

……

They were greeted by Peg, Gray's former second-in-command and an apprentice witch. Loading... "In the last thirty-six hours, there have been nine deaths and twenty-two injuries."

Ivan raised an eyebrow: "Don't tell me you're the only ones responsible for these things now?"

Vic sighed, "I guess so."

"After Sap was taken down, the big shots at the top were quite happy and are dividing up the spoils."

"The special operations team has done a great job, and they say they want to expand their team, but it's not that easy to expand the team."

At this point, the master owl's eyes showed a hint of helplessness and weariness.

"The staff has now expanded from eight to twenty people. We haven't even recruited all the staff yet, but the tasks have already come up."

Upon hearing this, Ivan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "What a classic scene."

Vic sighed, "The Healing Church was willing to help, but the bigwigs above refused, saying it was a good opportunity for the action team to prove their worth."

"I……"

Evan could keenly sense that the word starting with "f" had climbed onto Vic's teeth, only to be swallowed back down by the old man.

"I'm incredibly busy right now." "You guys coming is a huge help!"

Ivan coughed and said, "Captain Vic, we're here for a reward, not to help."

Vic immediately exclaimed, "A reward!? Yes, yes, yes!"

The seemingly profound and unfathomable master was like a grassroots leader under immense pressure.

Upon hearing that someone had done the work, he immediately offered a reward without any hesitation.

Vic then waved his hand, and a small black hand emerged from the shadows, followed by a large number of documents and badges.

Vic first handed over an authorization letter bearing the seals of the municipal and state governments.

"This is the authorization letter we issued to your faction."

"With this authorization letter, you can set up a security organization and then automatically become our contractor."

"Once you have the status of a contractor, your actions and rights are no different from those of ordinary police officers."

"Then you can take on our outsourced tasks and earn commissions."

"At the same time, this identity is also a form of recognition, which can greatly increase your value when you take on jobs from outside." Evan listened as he accepted the authorization letter.

It was a thick piece of parchment with intricate floral borders.

At the top of the paper was the solemn coat of arms of the city hall and the eagle emblem of the state government. At the bottom were two vermilion wax stamps and the pen signatures of several officials in a flamboyant manner.

Touching the stamp on it with his palm, Evan turned to look at Richard.

You could see the three people looking at the authorization letter, their eyes shining, and their breathing becoming rapid from its previous steady state.

For this small faction that has long been declining and trampled underfoot, this thin parchment is nothing short of a passport to turn the tide.

After delivering the authorization letter, Vic handed over a box of medals.

The medal features a soaring eagle in the background, with a gun and sword crossed in front.

The weapon is about the size of an adult's palm and is made entirely of brass and steel. The eagle feather patterns are carved in exquisite detail, and the blade and barrel gleam with a cold luster under the light. It is both refined and stylish.

Vic continued, "These medals are an award given to you by the higher authorities for this occasion; they are called the Eagle Guardian Medals."

"The holder of this medal can get a 10% discount when purchasing materials in the official supernatural shop, and also has priority in purchasing."

"These medals are linked to your authorization letter and can only be used by your own people." "Wearing this medal grants you independent investigative authority and allows you to call upon up to three regular police officers to assist you in your investigations at any time."

"Detailed usage instructions are in the book inside this box."

Ivan accepted the medal box, his face beaming with joy, and said, "You're too kind!"

Vic smiled, turned around and took out another box, saying, "This is your prize money this time, as well as the recipes for Lionheart and Ironblood Potion."

"You have completed the pre-assigned task, and each of you will receive a bonus of $500."

After a pause, Vic looked at Ivan: "Here's your bonus for the solo rescue, a total of $1000."

"As for the healing church saying they want to give you a special award, you can go to the church when you have time."

Upon seeing the money and the potion recipe, the four of them grinned, revealing their white teeth and beaming with smiles.

After giving out all the rewards, Vic took a document and said solemnly.

"These are the relevant cases I have accumulated at the moment. Please get to work as soon as possible."

Evan handed the documents to Richard and David, took the list and looked at it; there were fifteen cases accumulated on it at this time.

These include five eyewitness accounts, four murders, and six assaults. The supernatural beings involved include modified vampires, ghouls, spirits, bizarre brass corpses, and strange, writhing soft-bodied monsters…

"Following this expansion, the processes for related tasks have also been optimized," Vic said.

"After completing the task, there is no need to contact the relevant patrols for confirmation."

As he spoke, he pulled out four fist-sized, square mechanical structures from the shadows.

Ivan blinked when he saw the thing, because its shape was almost identical to those portable film cameras of later generations.

It has an iron casing, a protruding brass lens barrel at the front, and a manual lens winding knob on the side.

Vic handed it over and said, "This is a level-five magical artifact, a trace camera, jointly developed by the research institute above and the Healing Church."

"This trace camera cannot capture regular images, but it can capture extraordinary traces around a target."

"After you've dealt with the monsters, use this camera to take pictures, make sure there are no supernatural traces around, and then bring the body back."

After a pause, Vic said with a serious expression, "This thing is a privilege based on your group of heroes."

"If fraud is discovered, not only will this privilege be revoked, but the subsequent consequences will also be investigated and those responsible will be held accountable."

"We hope you won't let us down." The four men handed over the camera with the evidence, smiling as they said, "Don't worry about it!"

"We have always operated on the principle of integrity and would never engage in any dishonest or fraudulent activities!"

Finally, Vic gave each of the four people five dollar birds for use in case of emergency.

Vic then urged the four of them to go and carry out the mission rather urgently.

As they were parting, Ivan suddenly asked, "By the way, Captain! Didn't you let those brothers who came to help get some work?"

Vic sighed, "I'd like them to clean up this mess."

"But the aftermath of this incident is far greater than you can imagine."

"A lot of people died in that explosion!"

"And they're all masters!"

"Although the soul dies in the dream world, it is not truly dead."

"But the spirituality of the original body has also been severely damaged."

"I heard that several masters seemed to have lost control and gone mad because of this, causing some rather bad incidents." "Now they are all rushing back to deal with the aftermath."

After a pause, Vic reminded him, "By the way, it seems that Dick from the Sleeping Order escaped at the crucial moment and was not seriously injured."

"This guy has been waiting for you to recover these past few days. He said you two hit it off and he wants to have a chat."

Evan thought to himself, "It seems Dick didn't tell us the truth of what happened."

"This kid may seem a bit eccentric, but he's actually quite reliable when it comes to important matters!"

After all, it was Evan who brought Dick back.

Only Dick knew that Evan had survived that horrific explosion.

"We really do get along very well."

Vic had no doubts, after all, given the circumstances at the time, the two guys' abstract behavior could indeed be described as birds of a feather.

……

The four men, laden with their loot, left the police station and returned to their carriage.

David couldn't help but whistle. "Hahaha! So, from now on, we can be considered people with official status!?"

As he spoke, he excitedly picked up the badge and held it up to his chest: "Tsk tsk! This badge makes me look so cool."

"Let's see who among those organizations will look down on us now!?"

Erlong touched the badge, his face filled with excitement.

"Indeed, with this badge and authorization certificate, I won't have to worry about being overcharged when I go out to take on jobs in the future."

Ivan raised an eyebrow: "Trying to lower the price? Even extraordinary jobs can be offered lower prices?"

Erlong hummed in agreement: "Of course, the essence of the extraordinary is still that of a human."

"Over the years, the status of us witchers has not been very good. We've managed to make enough money by taking on commissions from mortals at the tavern."

"But if you were to take on commissions from other extraordinary individuals, you would generally be looked down upon."

Ivan patted Erlong on the shoulder: "Don't worry, brother! That's all in the past!"

"We are no longer that declining, insignificant faction!"

Erlong nodded vigorously, his heart pounding, and said, "Yes!" After the rope was twisted, Ivan took out the task list and showed it to the group, then assigned each of them a task they were good at.

Richard, the most experienced in combat, gave his final instructions:

"These monsters aren't very strong; they're mostly failed experimental subjects, but don't let your guard down."

"Make sure all necessary preparations are in place!"

Everyone nodded: "Understood!"

The four then split up and acted separately.

With the protective potion, the combat power of Richard and his two companions was greatly enhanced.

Ivan was quite at ease dealing with these monsters who weren't even apprentices.

While leading the three men on their mission, Evan first took the tram back to Guding Street.

The tram clanged and clattered across the snow-covered tracks, and the low red brick buildings and newsboys hawking their wares on street corners, their breath steaming in the cold air, flashed past the window.

Recalling the earth-shattering battle, Ivan felt somewhat dazed, unsure if the other side was his own world.

It wasn't until he got home and saw the old spring bed, hearing that familiar creaking sound, that Evan knew he was back in reality! The disorienting feeling vanished in an instant.

"That's the importance of anchor points! They let me know which world I'm from."

At that moment, he realized the importance of anchor points for the first time.

Ivan then performed a spiritual veil.

After confirming that no one else was watching, Evan took a deep breath, reached into his lower back, and pulled out a gray cane.

I've had this product for so long, but I haven't had a chance to try it out yet.

His mind combined the memories brought by the cane, and then he saw Evan suddenly swing the cane.

With a few cracking sounds, the once incredibly sturdy columnar cane instantly disintegrated into hundreds and thousands of tiny blades, connected by an incredibly flexible soft structure.

It instantly transformed into an incredibly deadly soft chain sword.

The silver blades gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim room, and with the vibration of the chain, they emitted a series of sharp, dangerous metallic scraping sounds.

"Wow, awesome!" Evan exclaimed excitedly.

P.S.: Sir, this position is worth a lot of monthly votes.