My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

Fifteen minutes later.

A bullet-riddled SUV was parked in front of the Jiangcheng Patrol and Inspection Division's West Branch building.

The special agent gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and turned to look at the passenger seat.

Qin Meng's two-meter-tall, dark gold body completely deformed the large seat, and the carriage was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Sir...we've arrived...the confidential archives are on the thirteenth floor..."

Qin Meng pushed open the car door.

The door hinge broke directly.

He casually tossed the car door into the puddle.

"Good job, you're very useful."

Qin Meng raised his palm.

Click.

The special agent's cervical spine was precisely crushed, and his head slumped limply onto the steering wheel.

The sound of a car horn blaring from within his chest.

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The main gate of the Inspection Bureau was tightly closed late at night.

Inside the fully transparent tempered bulletproof glass door, two guards on duty were dozing off.

Qin Meng did not slow down.

It crashed straight into it.

boom.

The five-centimeter-thick bulletproof glass shattered with a deafening roar, turning into a shower of ice shards.

The piercing alarm instantly echoed throughout the first-floor lobby.

The two guards were jolted awake, their hands just reaching for their holsters.

Qin Meng used his toes to pick up two diamond-shaped shards of glass.

Kick out.

Pfft. Pfft.

Two shards of glass precisely severed the throats of the two men and embedded themselves deeply into the load-bearing wall behind them.

Fresh blood sprayed in a fan shape onto the monitoring screen.

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The security system automatically cut off the power to the building's elevators.

Qin Meng walked to the fire door of the fire escape.

He grabbed the doorknob with both hands and pulled it outwards sharply.

The electronic lock burst into a burst of sparks, and the entire door was ripped off and tossed aside.

He took long strides and ran wildly up the stairs.

With each step, the cement steps inevitably cracked extensively.

Fifth floor.

Inside the archives.

Wu Desheng, the head of the archives department, was working up a sweat.

He's in his early fifties and has worked in the patrol and inspection department for over twenty years. His specialty is turning black into white.

In front of him was an incinerator that was spitting flames.

Several thick volumes of files had been torn apart, the paper curling and turning black in the flames.

Those were Qin Meng's prison records, along with related forensic reports and witness statements.

"Faster, faster!"

As Wu Desheng stuffed paper into the box, he muttered to himself.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the official seal.

He had just received news of Director Li Zhen's death in action.

The sky has fallen over Jiangcheng, but he has to save his own life.

Once this evidence is gone, even if Qin Meng storms in, he won't be able to find any fault with the Zhao family.

"Manager Wu, this is the last one."

A young detective next to him handed him a list, his hand trembling incessantly.

That was a list of rewards provided by the Zhao family, which detailed who received how much money and who committed perjury on which day.

This list was a backup secretly kept by Wu Desheng in order to check and balance the Zhao family in the future.

But now, this thing has become a death warrant.

Just as Wu Desheng was about to reach out to take it, the reinforced security door of the archives room let out a pitiful groan.

boom.

The entire door, frame and all, flew in and crashed into a row of filing shelves.

Thousands of paper documents were flying everywhere.

Qin Meng strode across the ruins, his body beneath the waterproof tarpaulin radiating an astonishing heat that distorted the surrounding damp air.

He saw the brazier.

They also saw the list in Wu Desheng's hand that he hadn't had time to burn yet.

"lay down."

Qin Meng's words made Wu Desheng freeze.

Wu Desheng looked at the nearly two-meter-tall man in front of him, whose skin shimmered with a dim golden light.

That was the pressure brought about by slaughter and advancement.

"Qin...Qin Meng, calm down."

Wu Desheng tried to sound confident.

"You've already killed many people, it's not too late to turn back now."

"If you let me go, I can speak on your behalf before the judge."

Without wasting words, Qin Meng appeared in front of Wu Desheng in a flash.

With his five fingers spread, he pressed down on Wu Desheng's head.

The bones made a faint cracking sound under pressure.

Wu Desheng felt like his skull was about to crack open.

"Ah! No...don't do that!"

Wu Desheng screamed, instinctively hiding the list behind his back with his right hand.

Qin Meng snatched the paper away with his left hand.

He glanced at the contents.

Forensic pathologist Zhou Hai accepted two million yuan from the Zhao family and falsified autopsy results.

Witness: Chen Dazhu. A distant relative of the Zhao family, who gave false testimony witnessing the rape.

Person in charge: Liu Fang. Internal affairs officer of the Inspection Department, assisting in the destruction of original surveillance footage.

The list is long, with more than a dozen people.

"Don't kill me. I...I was just following the rules."

"It was the Zhao family. Zhao Tianci made me do it."

"If I don't tamper with the files, my whole family will die."

Qin Meng took a step forward.

The heavy footsteps echoed dully on the floor.

"rule."

Qin Meng grabbed Wu Desheng's sparse hair.

Raise your arm.

They lifted him off the ground and into the air.

The excruciating pain of his scalp being torn apart caused Wu Desheng to let out a piercing wail.

"Since there are rules in this world..."

"Why is it only used to condemn me?"

Qin Meng stepped over the mess on the ground, picked up Wu Desheng with one hand, and walked towards the incinerator that was devouring the evidence.

Flames flickered inside the box, their orange-red light reflecting off Qin Meng's dark golden skin and refracting a cold metallic sheen.

"Since you like destruction."

Qin Meng pressed down on the back of Wu Desheng's head.

He slowly pressed his face against the scalding hot feed inlet of the incinerator.

No. No.

The heat wave hit him in the face, and Wu Desheng could even smell the burnt smell of his eyebrows.

He gripped the edge of the box with both hands, his fingernails scratching the alloy shell, blood seeping from his broken nail beds.

"Master Qin. Ancestor. I know the complete list."

"I'm not the only one who framed you."

Qin Meng's strength stopped.

"explain."

Qin Meng's voice was completely devoid of emotion.

Wu Desheng's crotch was completely soaked, and liquid dripped down his trouser leg onto the ground.

He roared incoherently.

"Forensic doctor Zhou Hai. He forged the DNA extraction report from the victim."

"Wang Hai, the captain of the criminal investigation team. He led a group to your house and stuffed the tools used in the crime there."

"And Zhang San, Li Si, and those three thugs took money from the Zhao family and gave false testimony in court."

A complete, tightly controlled chain of interests that relentlessly persecutes the living.

Qin Meng mentally checked the names he had just glimpsed in the file one by one.

These are officials who receive official salaries but are merely executors in human skin.

In order to curry favor with the powerful and privileged family.

They fabricated an impeccable chain of evidence.

An ordinary person who acted bravely and righteously was put on the death row.

They drove a pair of honest parents who were asking for help into the cold morgue.

Qin Meng's fingers slowly tightened.

"Did anyone miss it?"

"Absolutely not. They're all here."

Wu Desheng, with his eyes closed and tears streaming down his face, said, "Master Qin, you've got the list. Go settle accounts with them. I was forced into this, just treat me as someone..."

Qin Meng nodded.

"it is good."

The force in his palm suddenly exploded.

Wu Desheng's hands, which were supporting him on the side of the box, snapped and twisted into a pretzel shape.

Qin Meng didn't give him a chance to continue screaming. He gripped his skull with his five fingers and pressed down hard.

Wu Desheng was stuffed headfirst into the narrow opening of the incinerator.

The crimson flames instantly engulfed his body.

The screams echoed dully inside the incinerator, then quickly turned into broken spasms due to lack of oxygen.

A foul stench of burnt flesh filled the archive room.

The indicator light flickered violently as the chamber trembled under the strain of being crammed with volume that shouldn't be burned.

Qin Meng released his grip, letting the convulsing body sink completely into the depths of the flames.

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Qin Meng pulled down the curtain next to him and slowly wiped away the few drops of blood that had gotten on his hand.

He turned around.

Walk towards the floor-to-ceiling blinds.

The rain hasn't stopped.

The neon lights of Jiangcheng appeared faint and bleak in the rain.

He pulled the scorched file from his inside pocket and flattened it with one hand.

My gaze swept over the top line of text.

"Zhou Hai, Chief Forensic Pathologist of the Forensic Department. Home address: No. 8, Green Willow Villa Area, East District, Jiangcheng."

Qin Meng stuffed the file back into his arms.

He lifted his foot and kicked over the burning brazier next to him.

The embers scattered on the ground ignited the surrounding piles of waste paper.

The firelight illuminated his dark golden face.

"Forensic pathologist, huh?"

He pushed open the window and jumped into the torrential rain outside the thirteenth floor.