Striving for Science C106 pt1
"You're short-staffed, so our department is here to help maintain order at the scene." Shen Chang'an took off his jacket and tossed it into Yao Huailin's arms. "Bro, hold my coat."
"What are you doing?" Yao Huailin tossed his jacket aside. "It's dangerous over there, don't come over."
"I can't help if I don't come over." Shen Chang'an rolled up his sleeves leisurely and turned to ask the pale-faced principal, "Where is your school's broadcasting room, which building?"
"In, in the science building." The principal's mind was buzzing, all he could think about were the few children being held hostage. He answered whatever Shen Chang'an asked, without even asking his identity.
"Science building..." Shen Chang'an looked around, realizing that the science building wasn't far from here. "Which floor?"
"Fifth floor, the leftmost room."
"Fifth floor?"
Shen Chang'an squinted at the fifth floor of the science building. From their angle, they could only see a small corner of the leftmost room on the fifth floor, but he was certain that the criminals could see the chaos in the playground clearly, perhaps even with a hint of glee.
The more anxious and worried the parents and police were, the happier he would be, because he held the power.
But Shen Chang'an didn't want to indulge this kind of person.
He propped himself up with one hand, rolled over the police car blocking his way, quickly found cover, and ran into the science building's entrance.
"Shen Chang'an!" Yao Huailin stood up, his face changing drastically. "Don't do anything reckless."
The police were also stunned. No one expected such a turn of events. Regardless of who the person running in was, the criminal was ruthless. If he went in, not only would he be in danger, but he might also provoke the criminal, putting the children in even greater danger.
The captain of the special operations team looked at Shen Chang'an's departing direction with a heavy expression and said to his deputy, "Did you see that?"
The deputy nodded. "His movements in finding cover are very skilled, it seems like he's received some professional training."
Although skilled, it wasn't as clean and efficient as the special forces team members. It was like he had undergone quick and systematic training, but without years of practice.
This situation was very similar to...
"Could he be the person the criminal is looking for?" The deputy was shocked. The criminal was determined to die with "Tianyou," if he went in now, wouldn't he be courting death?
The captain also thought of this. He strode over to Yao Huailin, who had interacted with Shen Chang'an earlier. "That young man, is he your friend?"
"I don't have friends that stupid." Yao Huailin was both anxious and worried, and he gritted his teeth as he replied, "He's a staff member of the Civil Service Department."
"He's from Wuming City?"
"No." Du Zhonghai, wearing a wig, walked over. "He was transferred here from the Imperial Capital six months ago."
"Transferred from the Imperial Capital..." The initial three-tenths guess had now become eight-tenths. The captain said to Du Zhonghai, "Don't worry, we'll do our best to ensure this comrade's safety."
"Sigh." Du Zhonghai took off his thick coat and pulled out a peachwood sword, a Bagua mirror, and a bag of talismans from under his sweater. "I've retired for almost ten years, but I have to show my skills today."
A gust of cold wind blew, lifting a talisman and slapping it onto the captain's face.
The captain reached out to remove the yellow talisman from his face: "..."
What the heck is going on?
Before he could ask, he saw the slightly overweight middle-aged man yank off the wig on his head, nimbly leaped in place, and actually jumped over the police car, taking three strides and two leaps to enter the experimental building.
Yao Huailin: !
How did he not know that the director of the Civil Service Department, who always carried a thermos and said everything was "good, good, good," had such incredible skills?
Before he could even shout "Awesome," he felt a gust of wind behind him. As he turned his head, he saw the deputy director of the Civil Service Department, who loved to perm her hair in all sorts of curls, take off a pair of high heels and charge into the experimental building.
Her speed put many young men to shame.
The action team captain was a little suspicious. Had their duties with the Civil Service Department been switched?
Just as he was about to order his team to find an opportunity to charge into the experimental building, he received an order from his superiors, telling them to fully cooperate with the Civil Service Department and not act rashly?
Captain: ???
What kind of magical department is the Civil Service Department of Wuming City?
Any random employee is a key figure in destroying criminal gangs, and the director and deputy director… are hidden martial arts masters?
He turned to look at Yao Huailin, who shook his head quickly.
He didn't know anything.
The originally tense atmosphere, due to the appearance of the Civil Service Department, suddenly became somewhat awkwardly strange. Especially those who had privately mocked the Civil Service Department as a retirement department, now felt their cheeks burning with shame.
"What's going on?" A police officer who was familiar with Yao Huailin approached him, "Why do I feel like these people from the Civil Service Department are… strange?"
Yao Huailin ignored him, his brows furrowed as he looked at the fifth floor of the experimental building.
***
The empty experimental building was eerily quiet. The safety passage indicator lights emitted a faint green glow. As Shen Chang'an climbed to the third floor, he instinctively ducked to the side. A bullet grazed his cheek and embedded itself in the wall next to him.
"Hiding in the dark corners and taking potshots, be careful you don't break your leg." Shen Chang'an dodged to the side, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a crack. A man wearing a hood rolled down from upstairs. He didn't even have a chance to scream before his neck snapped.
Shen Chang'an: "..."
He bent down and picked up the gun that had fallen at his feet, firing two more shots at the man lying on the ground.
After finishing, he saw an iron door suddenly open beside him, and the White Impermanence*, wielding a mourning stick, emerged from the door.
Their eyes met, and the White Impermanence turned and walked back towards the door, "Excuse me, I've disturbed you."
"Wait." Shen Chang'an quickly called out to him, "You are… the White Impermanence Lord?"
"I dare not accept your respectful title, sir. Just call me White Impermanence." The White Impermanence stepped back. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the weapon in Shen Chang'an's hand, and quickly said, "This man is a heinous criminal. Please rest assured, sir, the Underworld will severely punish him."
With that, he untied the soul-reaping chain wrapped around his mourning stick and efficiently hooked the man's soul out, "This man has committed countless evil deeds, so I have been personally dispatched to apprehend him."
The captured criminal, his soul being dragged, wailed in agony. But he, who had done so many evil deeds in his life, was like a helpless chick in the hands of the White Impermanence, completely powerless to resist.
"After doing so many bad things, you should know there's karma." Shen Chang'an kicked the criminal a few times. His whole body was radiating golden light of merit, just standing there was a torment to the criminal's soul, let alone being kicked by Shen Chang'an.
The criminal wailed in pain, his soul becoming lighter.
***
Du Zhonghai and Gao Shujuan, who had followed behind, both shivered. That voice didn't sound like Shen Chang'an's, could it be the criminal's?
How much pain would it take to make someone scream like that?
Du Zhonghai turned to look at Gao Shujuan, who had followed him, his eyes filled with a sense of weariness. "Did we come here a bit too much?"
Gao Shujuan: "..."
"Please, spare me." The criminal, who wasn't afraid of death, was truly afraid now. He couldn't describe the feeling of this pain, it was like his soul was being tortured from the depths, making him feel like he was going to explode.
"Did you spare those people you killed? Did they beg you to spare them?" Shen Chang'an kicked him a few more times. Seeing that the criminal was about to dissipate, he stopped. "How many of you are there?"
"Our entire organization was scattered by you, all our subordinates were eliminated, what else is there?" The criminal, being dragged by the White Impermanence, was on his last breath. His eyes, now looking at Shen Chang'an, were no longer filled with anger or resentment, only fear. "The four of us barely escaped, we went through all sorts of trouble to find out that Tianyou might be transferred to Wuming City…"
As he spoke, a hint of weariness appeared in the criminal's fearful eyes.
"We didn't expect security to be so strict now. We barely managed to sneak into Wuming City, we couldn't bring in any useful weapons, otherwise, why would we rely on ourselves to make explosives?"
It's really tough being a criminal in China. They finally made a timed bomb, and just as they snuck into the big square to plant it, they were spotted by an old lady wearing a red armband. She said they were littering and fined them two hundred yuan.
They went on a bus, and were discovered by a thief. This thief was actually quite righteous, he went to the police station to report them, and one of their four brothers ended up in jail.
They had no choice but to hang around near the school for a few days, finding the "golden spots" where students skipped class and climbed over the wall, before they finally managed to sneak into the school.
And the students at this school are actually pretty studious, they're all buried in their books and homework even during break time. They didn't even have a chance to sneak into the classroom to plant the bomb.
They finally found an opportunity during PE class, but the floor they were on was the senior year, and they didn't do PE. They had to go through a lot of trouble before they found a classroom for the junior year.
Little did they know that the materials they bought online were substandard. Not only was the timer inaccurate, but the power wasn't enough either. Forget about killing anyone, they couldn't even manage to blow off an arm or a leg.
Shameful, those unscrupulous merchants!
"So... besides you, there are three other people upstairs?"
"Only two."
"Huh?"
"One of them was caught a few days ago for carrying suspicious items on the bus." Now that he was dead, he was willing to confess everything to lessen his suffering.
He couldn't afford to offend someone even the ghost messengers had to show respect to.
Poor thing, he lived half his life, fearless of heaven and earth, but only after death did he realize that there were ghosts in the world.
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