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"Hmm—" Swire hummed softly. The thing on her head wasn't an ornament, but some kind of communication device in disguise. The Guard Bureau had missed her several times before.

She believed there was a traitor among them, which is why she hired the Yeti Squad to act as a hidden predator, lurking outside the trap.

"Let's go!" The Royal Guard agents quickly disappeared into the night in several police cars. "This is a Royal Guard surveillance post. Someone went out through the back door."

"Capture him alive!" "Cleanup crew received!" The Yeti, hiding in the shadows, quickly caught up with the Guardian civilian employee. Before he could react, the man was instantly subdued by a stun gun. "Got him..."

"Detain them in Safe House Number One, and we'll deal with them when that big cat comes back." Yelena shook her head. Honestly, the Lungmen Guard Bureau is practically riddled with holes. It's amazing they can still keep going like this.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Closing the Net and Ye Leng's System

Chapter 26

The Longmen Temporary Settlement Area, also known as the "New Slum," is where a large number of infected people and the original poor people of the old city are temporarily settled. During the day, they take trams and light rails to work at the construction site in the old city and return here to rest at night. Disposable prefabricated houses and frames can be seen everywhere.

Although mobile cities in Terra are extremely expensive, wealth disparity among urban residents is inevitable unless you reach an advanced stage of socialism or even a communist society.

A spindle-shaped ideal society is impossible to exist in a place like Terra. According to the traditional pyramid-shaped society, 7% or more of the people in Terra's society can only be considered commoners or the poor, and the places where they gather will naturally become slums. This will not change because of the cost of moving blocks.

It is precisely because of the existence of natural disasters and mobile cities that the slums of various city-states, including Lungmen, have become a major problem. You cannot abandon the slum dwellers, who make up more than half of your city and suburbs' population, when a natural disaster strikes, nor can you make them move with the city on foot, and you certainly cannot relocate them to other places every three to five years to replenish the population and labor force.

Therefore, no matter how expensive the moving blocks are, Terra-style slums will inevitably form on the lower decks of those blocks, among the illegal buildings hanging between them, and even in those severely aged old blocks.

Eliminating poverty across the board is far more difficult and costly than getting the wealthy to fund a new district for themselves.

Moreover, these slum dwellers also constitute the main labor force in urban and suburban production activities.

It's impossible to just leave them to fend for themselves, and of course they wouldn't have the money to buy land-based ships or high-speed long-distance vehicles to keep up with the city's migration and relocation.

Compared to the previous slum, the environment and atmosphere of this new slum are much better, probably because it has something called "hope". Everyone knows that this is a temporary resettlement area. The non-infected people, needless to say, have land compensation. As long as the old city renovation project is completed and the new residential area is built, they will leave here.

The infected individuals were found to work at the construction site, and Xia's Agricultural Products Group promised to gradually increase the number of infected individuals they employed.

And they were indeed doing just that, appearing more stable and law-abiding than ever before—after all, the other party had an agreement with the Guard Bureau not to recruit people with bad records or those on the Guard Bureau's blacklist.

However, the above only applies to ordinary, hardworking people who still intend to earn their living through labor. In any class or group, there will inevitably be some who hope to gain a better life by oppressing others or taking advantage of loopholes.

This place is no exception; gangsters, idle thugs, and black market dealers who do illegal business still exist, only in slightly fewer numbers than before.

"Waaaah—" A group of young boys and girls huddled in a corner, sobbing in each other's arms. They were the goods that needed to be delivered, and no one cared about their destination or their fate.

"Stop crying!" The gang henchman guarding the door banged on the gate with an iron bar to quiet the "goods." Although no one in the vicinity dared to come here, it was possible that some bold ones would be attracted. And now was the time to deliver the goods. If anything went wrong, the boss would skin them alive.

"Screech—" A van pulled up in a corner of the prefabricated warehouse. Two armed guards and a Colombian man wearing sunglasses got out of the van, carrying a small black briefcase.

Unlike the heated debates and probing exchanges depicted in movies, real transactions like this usually last no more than three minutes. The door is opened, the "quality" and quantity of the "goods" are checked to ensure they match the agreement, the suitcase is handed over, the other party's boss opens it, counts the approximate quantity, and if everything is in order, the transaction is complete.

Such transactions generally require speed, secrecy, and minimizing disturbance. Unless the contents of the goods are particularly unusual, in a busy urban area, one person can simply pass by and take the bag while the other takes the suitcase containing the money. Unless caught on camera, no matter how resourceful the police are, they can't do anything about it.

Reality isn't a police drama. The cops can arrest people, but without evidence, they have to release them within 48 hours at most. Such rapid transactions are like itinerant crimes; not only are they difficult to catch, but even if they are caught, there may not be enough evidence. If there is enough evidence, and the local law system and procedural justice are in effect, a lawyer can still find fault with your evidence collection process and declare the evidence invalid.

Of course, this loophole is not easy to exploit for most unorganized criminals or those who commit crimes out of poverty.

Because they can't afford such a top-notch lawyer, and it's hard to say about things like Rhine Life or Locken Water Tank.

However, just as the children were being moved, sirens suddenly blared in the street, and two armored police vehicles blocked the street from the front and back. Meanwhile, on other roads, trucks bearing the names of Xia's Agricultural Products Group and Amiya Logistics inexplicably began unloading goods in the middle of the night.

They had almost completely blocked off the main roads, and compared to the police who had already begun to spread out and search this way, the roads blocked by Amiya Logistics, guarded by three or four Yeti squads, were obviously much harder to break through.

Almost instantly, the muscles on the man in black's face twitched a few times. He chose the direction from which the cops were surrounding him as his point of attack. The cops had to follow the rules, but Xia's United Agriculture did not.

During the development of the old city, countless small interest groups were crushed by them, and there are still scenes of fierce fighting in Ursus.

Given the same network of shady dealings behind the scenes, and the choice between a police officer who insists on using evidence and not resorting to torture to extract confessions, this is a very easy one to make, especially since this colleague's firepower is several times greater than that of the police officer.

Near another alley, someone thought, "Oh, it's so late, would anyone really come from here?"

The girl with a cigarette in her mouth leaned against the shield. Judging from her uniform, she was an agent of Blacksteel International's security department. Behind her was an Amiya Logistics courier unloading goods into a small warehouse.

"It's hard to say, after all..." The plump fox glanced at the deliverymen who were unloading a bunch of large bags of "glucose powder". Who would unload sugar into a slum?

And soon other vehicles will come to load the goods. This is clearly a deliberate attempt to cause trouble. Loading and unloading, unloading and loading, it's obviously a way to block the road.

"However, our job is to prevent anyone from entering this luxury goods unloading area. Since the employer said that it might be robbers and thieves, then so be it."

"Yeah, that's true. We're just working the night shift anyway." The girl crossed her arms and looked at the dark alley. Yes, it was just the night shift. Since they had placed an order with Black Steel, they had to work, right? Besides, the pay of 15,000 Lungmen Dollars a night was still worth it.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm working overtime today, so I can't go home. I have no choice, I need to work to earn money—"

Little Anso chattered into the communicator. The first thing she did upon returning to Lungmen was to gather the infected children she had hung out with back then. Now, the whole family was relying on her salary and bonuses to make ends meet, which was a bit tight.

This is the joint clinic and medication distribution point for Sanlian Pharmaceuticals and Rhode Island. The reason for this is to transport and store the medications before sunrise to facilitate distribution during the day, and also to set up the venue and prepare queue numbers.

Since anti-Oripathy drugs are not cheap, it's hard to say that even the cheapest drugs from Triple Pharma won't be stolen by infected individuals.

So, as a member of Rhodes Island's security department, Ansel and several other operators are working overtime here.

"You are surrounded. Lay down your weapons immediately, release the hostages, and strive for leniency!" Swire's voice echoed through the loudspeaker over the resettlement area, making the air buzz.

"What a loud voice!"

"Yeah, what a loud voice! Hey, if she marries our boss, will the whole old town be able to hear her that night?"

The Yeti Squad started spouting weird nonsense again. They're usually quite normal people, but once they get to the battlefield, they just spout off a bunch of strange things.

"How can the boss sleep then? Of course, she'll have to... install soundproof windows!"

"Then the lady next door heard the noise and came over to ask what was going on. The boss said they were wrestling?"

"Then the eldest sister, her face flushed with embarrassment, pushed open the door and found that they were really wrestling, and it was a top throw right in front of them?"

Despite the strange tales, the Yeti members remained vigilant, watching their surroundings to see if any fools would choose them as a weak point. The molten metal cannon hidden inside the truck was about to unleash its power.

"Go!" The truck rammed into the police encirclement, but to everyone's surprise, it crashed into two police armored vehicles. The armed squad sent to make contact had to jump off the truck to the sides, leaving the truck to crash into the armored vehicles and create a chaotic scene.

As for the fate of the goods on the truck, that's not important. As long as they aren't caught, it's just a loss of one batch of goods. They can always get another batch. But if they are caught, it's hard to say.

"Fire! Don't conserve ammo! Suppress them!" Swire pulled out two "Suppressor" pistols and began firing alternately at the street. The outer shells of the needle-core bullets burned at high speed in the atmosphere, leaving behind streaks of crimson. The semi-molten needle core gradually transformed from a needle shape into a ball of molten metal encasing a small, hard steel core in a teardrop shape.

If the distance increases further, it will completely melt and disintegrate during high-speed flight, turning into a scorching mass of iron slag, losing its lethality and at most causing disfigurement.

"Bang!" The crimson bullet pierced through a plastic box full of garbage, revealing the tiny entry port and the massive implosion effect.

The man in black turned green. When did the Lungmen cops become so rich that they're using such high-grade etching bullets to splash water?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of the mediators' pistols rang out alternately. Compared to the well-trained armed squad, the gang members who only did kidnapping and black market business fell in droves before the cops' line of defense.

Intelligence indicated that they might possess lethal weapons, such as grenade launchers and firearms.

Therefore, the cops use lethal ammunition instead of non-lethal polymer ammunition. Polymer ammunition burns faster and will completely lose its function and vaporize at a distance of almost 20 meters.

After hitting a human body, unless it is a very close-range shot, it will only leave a very painful burn mark.

After all, it's essentially a jet of melted plastic, which is generally not fatal to Terrans unless it hits a spot like the eye.

The sight of lethal ammunition hitting a human body is quite spectacular. The semi-molten metal outer layer encases the inner steel needle, which splits into six to ten pieces upon contact with the human body due to rapid cooling, tearing open the entire entry port. Under the high temperature and rapid cooling, the needle core also breaks, just like an open claw scooping out a cavity the size of a large bowl inside the human body.

A cloud of scorching blood mist instantly rose from the spot where the bullet hit, and a gang member fell to the ground like a broken sack. The explosive crossbow and other weapons in their hands were thrown several meters away before they could even be used.

"As expected, there are explosive weapons. Anyone still holding a weapon will be considered to have violently resisted and will be shot on the spot. Those who don't want to die, put your hands on your heads and squat down!"

The gang members had very weak fighting spirit. After half of the first group that rushed out were killed on the spot, the rest obediently dropped their weapons, covered their heads with their hands, and were tackled by the police who rushed up, handcuffed, and stuffed into the car.

However, these were just members of emerging gangs; there weren't any big shots. But Swire wasn't worried; as long as the news didn't leak out, the entire neighborhood was under her control.

"Bang!" A deep, muffled sound rang out. All the strength in his body instantly drained from his chest. With disbelief in his eyes, the man weakly released the communicator. The gunshots and sounds of battle coming from the other end of the communicator told him one thing: it was too late.

"Fourth, dead." The Yeti sniper looked up and saw a completely malfunctioning turret firing tube, or turret firing tube for short, eject like a bullet casing and fall to the ground with a crisp clanging sound.

The Talulah cells in the blood were completely depleted. The Originium crystal pierced the cell membrane, turning the originally bright and crystalline red into a pale gold color. It was filled with a large number of dendritic and flocculent crystals, making it look like a mineral specimen.

Tower-type box-type heat engines can be used for a long time by processing disabled cells and excess Originium particles that have exhausted their energy through complex structures, until Talulah's somatic cells reach their natural lifespan, while smaller devices like tower tubes can no longer be used.

"I have a question I'm curious about..." The sniper picked up a spent cartridge from the ground, "If Miss Talulah's somatic cell tissue culture products are called 'firing tubes,' then what are the Originium devices used for the boss's tissue cell culture called? Ye Leng?"

"Damn it, Ye Leng, I can't even look at the Originium Engine's liquid cooling system the same way anymore!"

"Phonetic pun, deduct money!"

"They deduct money even for puns in the Da Yan language!?"

"Phonetic puns will all be penalized..."

"But I think this name is great. Yelena Refrigeration Equipment, or Yelena for short. Judging from the boss's style, there might be Yelena air conditioners, Yelena fans, Yelena cooling systems, and so on in the future."

After clearing out all the surveillance points around the Guard Bureau and those trying to tip them off, the Yeti Squad began their second round of banter.

"You know what, the new power plant in the old city uses a liquid cooling system."

Which Ye Leng are you talking about?

"Hey, stop using puns!"

"By the way, speaking of which, if Miss Talulah's somatic cell culture products are Tafa tubes, making her the mother of thermal weapons, then isn't Big Sister the mother of air conditioning?"

"Aircraft carrier for short? Why do I always feel like she'll be launching drones? If that's the case, then what is Lao Xia? Air Force Master?"

"Why are you guys making ethical jokes again?"

"What are you guys talking about, having so much fun?" White Rabbit's voice rang out on the communication channel.

"No, it's nothing, boss, the mission is complete."

"Well done. By the way, Lao Xia's funds have started to come back recently, so we can start the Kazdel plantation project. We need some people to escort the sales staff there. I see you all are so energetic, so pack up and get ready to go to Kazdel in a couple of days. I've heard that the vast desert there is quite spectacular."

After successfully sending those guys who played puns and made ethical jokes to Kazdel to eat sand, Yelena turned to look in the direction of the slums, where the gunfire had gradually subsided. It seemed the Lungmen Guard Bureau's operation was almost complete; she just didn't know how many people they had caught.

"Black Steel!" The liaison team that chose to escape via the back road ran into the security team dressed in Black Steel uniforms as soon as they came out. You could tell their attitude just by looking at the fence at the intersection and the "No Entry" sign.

"Hey, isn't this Rhine's so-and-so?"

"Hey, long time no see, Director Carret, I didn't expect it to be you—" Franka greeted her casually. "I'm so sorry, we were paid by our employer, so why did you have to pass through our area?"

How much will it cost?

"Ok?"

"How much will it cost to get me out of here?" the other person asked, taking a deep breath.

Unexpectedly, the other party had bribed Hei Gang to guard this alley. Fortunately, it was Hei Gang; his family is known for doing anything for money.

"I'll pay the penalty for breach of contract, double the reward, and we absolutely won't touch your goods." "Okay—" The fat fox shrugged, stepped aside, and let the people file out.

"I mean, is it really okay not to tell them that there are two squads of Xia's Security's Yeti Squad guarding the outside?"

“One thing at a time, what does this have to do with us? Come on, let’s split it 50/50… Anyway, the employers asked us to stay until after 2 a.m., and it’s just right now, 2:01 a.m. They can’t complain that we’re not following the rules, can they?”