Excessive ferocity due to caution

"General Sata...why be so irritable?"

White Teman, who was lifted into the air by Sata's hand, was also sweating profusely.

He sensed the terrifying power of Sata.

To put it bluntly, at this moment, Sata only needed to clench his fingers slightly, and he would die.

Whiteman himself is a super fighting expert, and his physique is exceptionally good, even among most people.

But compared to Sata, it's still far inferior.

Without that super equipment, even if there were ten more of him, they wouldn't be a match for Sata!

"Is this the level of a general in the V City military...?"

The moment Sata mentioned Whiteman, red dot sights immediately appeared all around him, aimed at Sata.

At least thirty.

Looking at the red dots on his body, Sata felt no fear whatsoever.

"You're very well prepared."

Whiteman raised one hand high, making a fist.

The red dot disappeared immediately.

"Put me down, General Sata. We have plenty of time today; we can talk slowly..."

"There won't be any new customers."

Sata slowly lowered his arm.

The steward, who was serving nearby, watched all this and felt a chill run down his spine.

Whiteman weighs 150 pounds, and with his clothes, it's another two pounds heavier.

But Sata lifted him up with one hand without any hindrance!

Is he superman?

Is this the kind of power that a normal person can possess?

"Why are you spying on me?"

"Sata asked."

Whiteman replied:

"Because it's necessary."

"You are the person I need, General Sata."

"And perhaps I am someone you need."

Sata and Whiteman looked at each other, their eyes revealing different emotions.

"You are indeed."

Sata suddenly laughed, the cigar dangling from his mouth swaying up and down.

Whiteman was stunned for a moment.

He always felt that Sata's words sounded strange.

It seems to mean something.

But he didn't think much of it, after all... he needed Sata's help now.

"Let's cooperate, Admiral Sata."

Whiteman began by saying this.

"You provide me with manpower and weapons, and I will give them to you as soon as I resolve the Godfall crisis. With Godfall in hand, you and your army will become the most terrifying force in V City."

"You can replace the military."

Sata did not rush to agree.

"I need to confirm your research findings."

Bettman nodded upon hearing this:

"Of course, this is my way of showing my sincerity."

After saying this, he stood up and led Sata through one of the gates of the manor to a huge statue.

Whiteman pressed the remote control.

The statue rotates.

A bright passage immediately appeared below, leading underground.

"Your estate is quite a hidden gem..."

Sata was quite moved.

"But you're just taking me to see this like this? Aren't you worried I'll try to steal the God's Fall?"

Whiteman smiled slightly.

"When you see it, you'll know I'm telling the truth."

"The development of Godfall is not yet complete; it is still a semi-finished product with extremely serious uncontrollable tendencies."

"To be honest, even if I gave it to you now, it wouldn't be of much use to you, and it might even bring destruction."

"Furthermore... I have considerable confidence in the security of my manor."

"Unless you come in tanks and planes, and don't bring your troops... it's really unlikely you'll get into my secret testing base."

"Even you, General Sata."

Sata looked at the passageway in front of him and put the cigar back into his mouth.

"Lead the way."

...

Police station.

Inside Chutby's office.

He paced anxiously in his office.

His uneasy eyes, hurried steps, and heart beating faster than usual all indicated that he was quite tense and anxious at this moment.

Every now and then, Chutby would stop and glance at the phone on the table.

at last.

Just as he was looking at it for the seventeenth time, the black telephone finally rang.

Ring ring—

Chutby immediately answered the phone, and a breathless voice came from the other end:

"Chief, Director..."

Hearing the other person's rapid breathing, Chutby felt a chill run down his spine.

Could it be... that we failed?

"What's wrong?"

"The criminals didn't come?"

"Or is it them..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard someone on the other end of the phone say:

No!

"All these criminals have been apprehended!"

"They fell for it!"

Upon hearing this, Chutby finally felt relieved.

"Chief, you are truly a prophet!"

"We've had a very fruitful trip. Not only have we restored the police station's reputation, but we've also given Capital Man a real shock!"

"Now we have something on him, he'll definitely behave himself for a while!"

After giving a brief explanation, Chutby hung up the phone, completely absorbed in excitement.

Swing your fist hard, and punch it out fiercely!

Great!

All the criminals who escaped last night have been caught!

And the culprit behind all of this... is Zhao Yi, the forensic doctor at their police station!

He was initially quite skeptical about whether Zhao Yi was reliable, but to his surprise... those guys actually took the bait!

A simple piece of public opinion information.

A point of attack.

The entire criminal gang that had previously worked for Capital Heroes has been apprehended!

Isn't this... way too easy?

While shocked and overjoyed, Chutby immediately ran towards Zhao Yi's studio.

The sight that greeted him when he opened the door almost made him vomit!

The criminal who was captured earlier is now tied to a chair, his chest has been cut open, and blood is everywhere.

On the ground, there were still some bloody and mangled tissues scattered around.

This person did not die.

A special small bomb was dissected and placed on the table.

The man watched all this with pain and despair, his eyes already empty.

He opened his mouth wide, but he no longer had the strength to make a sound.

Seeing the bomb on the table, Chutby was jolted awake!

That is……

"A flesh bomb?"

"How... how could it be something like this?!"

"Old Zhao, what... what's going on?"

Zhao, whose hands were stained with blood, turned his head and glanced at him calmly.

"He carries a flesh bomb inside him; it will explode if his heart rate is above or below a certain value."

"To ensure the bomb wouldn't explode, I performed surgery on him and removed it."

Seeing Zhao Yi's nonchalant attitude, Qiu Tebi's legs went weak.

Flesh bombs are a form of semi-biological technology; they grow alongside human flesh and organs.

It is notoriously difficult to disassemble.

During the dismantling process, the bomb and flesh must be almost completely separated. However, if the knife is not steady, even a slight cut to the flesh-bomb part will cause the bomb to explode!

Moreover, anesthetics must never be used during the dismantling of this type of bomb!

The ingredients in the anesthetic can directly detonate a flesh bomb!

However, without anesthesia, the bomb carrier would inevitably move around erratically.

Moreover, bomb carriers are often specially trained to briefly control their heart rate to heights that ordinary people cannot reach.

Therefore, disassembly became almost an impossible task!

"You, you..."

"How did you do that?"

Chute was dumbfounded.

Zhao Yi washed the blood off his hands and said calmly:

"Hypnosis will suffice."

"I originally wanted to knock him unconscious, but a deep coma would cause his heart rate to slow down significantly, and I didn't want to take the risk."

"What, you caught him?"

PS: Second update.

He's still alive and can still write.