Excessive ferocity due to caution

Outside the ruined Godfall Manor.

Gan Tun arrived at the scene and carefully observed the police officers cleaning up the area, his eyes filled with suspicion.

The commotion last night was so terrifying, besides the police, could there really be some idiots heading this way?

Suddenly, Gan Tun noticed the police officers carrying the body in the distance.

He stepped forward and asked:

"Hello, officer, may I ask who these bodies are...?"

The two policemen looked at Gan Tun, who had come over to ask questions, and replied:

"Their identities have not yet been confirmed. Armor-piercing rounds, which are unique to the military, have been removed from their bodies. The person with the most bullet wounds had sixteen, and the person with the fewest had two. All of them were shot in the back. Based on our preliminary investigation and judgment, these people should have committed suicide."

Upon hearing the suicidal remarks, Gan Tun immediately broke down:

"suicide?"

"Sixteen bullets in the back, and you're telling me this is suicide?"

"What is the deceased's identity?"

The two police officers looked at the report in their hands and said:

"Based on our on-site investigation, we've just compiled a list of these people, and there's no need to verify their identities."

Gan Tun's eyes widened.

He couldn't believe his ears.

Although he had seen irresponsible police officers before, he had never seen such irresponsible police officers!

"no……"

"You guys are so irresponsible, are you all just taking money and doing nothing?!"

The two men in police uniforms exchanged a glance.

"Yes."

Sweet and sour:

"?"

He clenched his fists, looking at the two who had shamelessly admitted it, and really wanted to punch them hard!

In the past, Gan Tun would not have cared whether these people were responsible or not.

After all, the police have no jurisdiction over them.

But that's not possible now.

The military is about to arrive, and Whiteman has almost completely suppressed and severed all the influence he has cultivated over the years, striving to avoid any association with the term "capital hero" as much as possible.

Under such constraints, he would inevitably need the assistance of the police to investigate the whereabouts of the fallen god.

Furthermore, one cannot spend money recklessly, nor can one appear overly deliberate.

Otherwise, if someone with ulterior motives seizes on their weakness and attracts the military's attention, they will be in big trouble!

One of the policemen looked at Gan Tun, whose face was ashen, and said sneer:

"Didn't you all choose this yourselves?"

"Back then, the police department did have many passionate and responsible people, but those people have long been abandoned by you."

"Now you're blaming us for being irresponsible?"

"I'm telling you now, I'm just here to work at the police station, to get paid and eat for nothing."

"If I had any decent job, would I have come to this godforsaken place, the police station, to do manual labor?"

He didn't know Gan Tun's true identity, and only thought that Gan Tun was a civilian who was a victim of last night's incident and wanted to come to the police station to seek justice.

But these days, the police station... has no justice left.

Gan Tun angrily cursed:

"But you've gone too far!"

"I'll...I'll go straight to police headquarters and report you!"

boom!

The police officer punched him hard in the nose, then looked at Gan Tun lying on the ground and laughed:

"report?"

"OK!"

"Let's report it now and see if the police department fires us."

"Look at the police force now... can they even recruit any innocent victims?"

Looking at Gan Tun's indignant yet helpless, almost fiery gaze, the two burst into laughter, their laughter unrestrained and carefree.

Their lives were filled with conflict and oppression.

The word "money" weighed them down, making them unable to lift their heads.

These days, bullying others is one of the few ways they can vent their frustrations.

Neither of them felt any remorse.

They were truly happy.

In the past, they were always oppressed by life, and now they finally have an outlet for their grievances.

"I'll remember you!"

"You just wait!"

Gan Tun almost ground his teeth to powder, but he slowly stood up and patted the mud off his body.

The military personnel won't stay in the city for long; once they leave, he has at least a hundred ways to make those two pay the price!

Watching Gan Tun's departing figure, a police officer spat on the ground.

"responsibility?"

"Pah!"

"What is it?"

"It's worthless now!"

The person next to him chimed in:

"That's right!"

"It was so annoying to have someone come to collect the body today. I guess even God couldn't stand it anymore and sent us two brothers some fun to relieve our depression."

"Damn, that punch just now...it felt so good!"

The tall police officer, however, expressed his dissatisfaction:

"This guy is really fast. If he provokes me again, I'll give him a few punches and kicks... What a piece of trash!"

The two continued collecting the bodies, and before long, Chutby unexpectedly came over.

Upon seeing Chutby, the two immediately bowed and smiled obsequiously:

"Chief, what brings you here?"

Chutebi smiled:

"It's nothing, I just came to inspect the work. After all, what happened last night was such a big deal, it would be really inappropriate for me not to come and see."

As he spoke, his gaze consciously drifted toward the corpses the two men had collected.

Those corpses were the thugs Zhao Yi killed last night.

Upon seeing the look in Chutby's eyes, the tall police officer quickly smiled and said:

"Should the chief check these people's identities?"

Chutby was silent for a moment.

"Forget it."

"With such a commotion last night, what decent person would go to a place like this?"

"If we find something that shouldn't be being investigated, it will only cause more trouble."

"We'll just drag him to the crematorium and burn him in a bit."

Upon hearing this, the tall police officer's smile deepened.

That's good now.

The workload has been greatly reduced.

Moreover, since the bureau chief has spoken, no one will bother them afterward.

"Okay!"

Qutby turned to leave, but then remembered something and said to the two of them:

"Don't burn the people wearing military uniforms. Take them to the police station's morgue first. If the military wants them later, we can hand them over directly."

The two officers readily agreed:

"Chief, you can rest assured!"

"This isn't the first time we've done this kind of work; we've got this covered!"

Chutby nodded and left in a hurry.

...

Bai Family Manor.

Wearing a bathrobe, Whiteman received the military commander who came for an exclusive interview.

Looking at the armored vehicles parked at the gate of the manor, he felt a heavy weight in his heart.

The next steps... must not go wrong.

Once those in power within the military begin to suspect him...

"Commander Dengbai, what brings you to my humble abode?"

"You didn't even give me a heads-up! I didn't even have time to change my clothes. I'm so sorry!"

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