Those who reincarnate must die.

Before returning to the ninth inning, Zhang Lang jumped onto the roof, dug out Kam, whom he had buried in the snow, and gave him a quick death. (Google search reading)

There are two people left. Zhang Lang has basically confirmed that the task given to the Reincarnators by the altar is consistent with the Nine Bureau's conjecture. If the witch representing arrogance is the last one, then the next one the Reincarnators need to protect is the dream demon representing lust!

This reincarnator is no longer useful for providing mission information, so let's just kill him to avoid any complications. As for what to do with the body? At this rate, the mission will be over in less than two days. In this freezing weather, burying it in the snowdrifts on the rooftop where no one comes will prevent even a stench from escaping…

According to Xu, as a Reincarnator assassin, once he enters a world, there are only two ways to leave.

First, kill all the reincarnators who come to do the mission.

Second, the main quests of those who reincarnate have ended.

If either of these two conditions is met, he will leave, and there will be no way for him to stay.

So theoretically, if Zhang Lang didn't want to take any risks and simply waited for the reincarnators to finish their missions and leave, he would still have completed his task. He just wouldn't gain any benefit from it.

Unlike the altar, the Void doesn't impose various mandatory tasks or impose penalties for failure. Therefore, as long as Zhang Lang follows his heart, he can completely stay away from danger.

Unfortunately, in Zhang Lang's dictionary, the two characters "from the heart" seem unable to form a new character!

When his younger sister was still alive, Zhang Lang endured the foreman's insults, the police officer's whippings, and even being bullied by the town's thugs without daring to fight back, all for the sake of making a living and for his sister's safety, even though he knew they were just ordinary people with no real power...

In everyone's eyes, he was a kind, quiet, hardworking, and honest man.

But all of that changed on the day the world collapsed...

He now misses that once bustling and vibrant world terribly. Even the foreman who withheld his wages and the thugs who bullied him seem so endearing and so worthy of remembrance...

Zhang Lang didn't want anyone else to suffer the same tragedy as him!

He can't stay obedient any longer!

After burying Kam's body, Zhang Lang took off his tattered clothes, which had been cut and torn, and used them to cover the anti-materiel rifle, making the weapon less conspicuous.

When reincarnators carry out missions, the weapons they bring into the mission world are all kinds of strange and unusual, but they are not very conspicuous in the eyes of the natives.

Xu said this was a kind of interference mechanism of the altar. Take this anti-materiel rifle for example. Although its appearance, which is out of place in this world, will not change, the natives will instinctively ignore it and think that this thing is no different from the bolt-action rifles that can be seen everywhere, except that it is more powerful.

Even so, carrying a bolt-action rifle around town was frightening enough, so Zhang Lang still made some disguises.

After dealing with everything, he returned to the Ninth Bureau. As soon as he entered, he saw Captain Carl and Gray. He went up to ask them and learned that the police had already transported the bodies of the reincarnators to the Ninth Bureau, but they hadn't found anything unusual.

Carl also successfully brought back the Nightmare.

"Zhang Lang, what's that on your back...?" Karl noticed that Zhang Lang was carrying a long, tattered cloth bundle on his back and found it rather strange.

"Spoils of war!" Zhang Lang said simply, without explaining anything.

"These are the weapons dropped by those assassins!"

Gray, who was on the mission with him, guessed it and said to Zhang Lang:

"According to regulations, this uniquely designed weapon needs to be analyzed by experts from Bureau Nine to confirm that it poses no danger!"

"I can confirm it!" Zhang Lang looked at Gray Grid, then at Karl. "With this, I can take down the other assassins much better!"

"But……"

Gray wanted to persist, but Carl waved his hand:

"Let him use it for now, and we'll take it back after this case is closed... Zhang Lang, you don't have any objections, do you?"

Zhang Lang nodded: "No problem!"

Anyway, now that the case is closed, he won't need this thing anymore.

Zhang Lang glanced at the staff, who were bustling about due to the recent spate of incidents, and asked, "Where's the succubus?"

"In jail!"

Carl pointed to the wall behind the reception desk:

"Next to the underground training grounds, there's a small guard area specifically for detaining those with special abilities! The cells there are made of special materials, making them not only sturdy but also capable of shielding special abilities—even ghosts can't escape. However, for the succubus lady right now, it's the safest place!"

"Can I go take a look?"

"Of course!" Carl patted Zhang Lang on the shoulder. "Galiman and Claire should be inside guarding things now... These assassins are more powerful than we expected. We need at least two members of the Criminal Investigation Team to keep a constant watch. Gray and I are here on standby, Jess is being examined in the medical room, and Dans has gone to try to contact the witch!"

"But you'd better change your clothes first!"

Karl pointed to Zhang Lang's tattered clothes, worn from the battle:

"You're now considered part of the Ninth Bureau. Go get a uniform..."

"Do you have the right size?" Zhang Lang remembered when he first joined the factory, the work clothes that were readily available were not his size, and they were issued a few days later.

"Don't worry! It'll be tailor-made for you!" Karl laughed. "Don't underestimate an organization made up of people with special abilities!"

Following instructions, Zhang Lang went to collect his uniform, dressed entirely in black, just like the other detectives from the Ninth Bureau…

It was called a uniform, but it had no shoulder straps, sleeve patches, or name tags; it looked more like casual wear. In the foggy city during winter, dark-colored clothes were the main theme. If it weren't for several people walking together dressed identically, it would look perfectly normal if you were just wearing this outfit on the street.

After changing his clothes, Zhang Lang arrived at the cell where the succubi were imprisoned. As soon as he entered, he bumped into the square-shaped warrior, Galiman. The guy was sitting in a chair, facing the cell door. Not far behind him, a capable woman with brown hair was standing with her arms crossed, staring intently at a cell.

"Hey, Zhang Lang, you're back?" Galiman's face lit up with surprise when he saw him. Zhang Lang nodded. "The Nightmare has arrived?"

"It's inside, Claire is watching!"

Garryman pointed to the capable woman inside. Gray had mentioned before that Carl's criminal investigation team consisted of six people, and he had met five of them. This woman should be the last one.

Zhang Lang nodded, intending to go in and take a look, but Galeman quickly stopped him: "Wait, don't go in! That guy is very powerful; it's best for men not to get close to him!"

"Is he no good with men?" Zhang Lang raised an eyebrow.

"You're the newcomer, aren't you?" Claire inside turned around and explained, "A woman's nightmare is a man's nemesis. If you don't want to become her slave, don't look at her!"

Galiman added, "These special species are usually guarded by women, but Claire's close-combat skills are lacking, so I need to assist her..."

"So all you can do is turn your back to the cell and stare at the door?"

Galeman shrugged, with an expression that said, "What else can I do?"

Zhang Lang shook his head and tried to go inside, bypassing Galiman. The burly man immediately grabbed him: "Didn't you understand what I said? I know you're powerful, but succubi are from a completely different realm. Just one look at her and you..."

Galiman's strength was far inferior to Zhang Lang's, and he couldn't stop him at all. Claire inside also didn't expect this guy to force his way in. Before she could even draw her gun, Zhang Lang and the nightmare locked eyes...

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