From being plagued by all kinds of diseases to becoming a powerful martial arts demon god!

The casino was deathly silent.

Li Weize stared at Jiang Heng with a hint of astonishment, while the other police officers watched in shock at the destructive power Jiang Heng had unleashed.

At this moment, Zhang Yongxiang's body had been smashed deep into the tiled floor, leaving a large crater.

Soon, the police officers handcuffed everyone in the casino, leaving some to guard them while the rest followed Jiang Heng to raid other illegal properties on Chongming Street.

Without Zhang Yongxiang, who was at level two in terms of physical strength, the other gangs in Chongming Street were nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs, and were quickly wiped out.

Overnight, Chongming Street was transformed. A large number of criminal gangs were put into police cars, including Xiao Yongzhi, the owner of an antique shop, and Wu Chunyi, the owner of an illegal clinic...

Furthermore, the police also seized a large amount of stolen goods and cash from these illicit businesses.

In accordance with the principle of handing over stolen goods within the Wu'an Bureau while keeping the cash portion for themselves, more than two million in cash was divided among Jiang Heng, the Seventh Group, the police force, and Lu Zehai's four groups.

Undoubtedly, Jiang Hengzhan, as the leader and initiator of the operation and the one who contributed the most to it, received the lion's share, 1.2 million yuan in cash.

Qin An and his two colleagues from Group Seven each received 50,000 yuan in cash, while the remaining portion was divided between two teams of police officers and Group Four, who had been staking out Chongming Street all night.

……

"One million two hundred thousand..."

Jiang Heng stood by the roadside, looking at the 1.2 million yuan in cash neatly stacked in the briefcase beside him, and was momentarily dazzled.

He had never seen so much cash in either his past or present life...

After a while, Jiang Heng withdrew his gaze.

It's a pity that cash can't be exchanged for merit points, otherwise it would be a real windfall.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Lü Zehai walked up to him and looked at the large group of criminal suspects handcuffed and squatting on the ground on the street. He was immediately filled with emotion.

"They arrested so many people in one go... I'm afraid the prison cells are overflowing."

"You're really something, kid. Group Five was nearly driven crazy by those guys from Chongming Street, but you took care of it all in one night."

Jiang Heng smiled and said, "This is because these people have been too complacent for too long and no longer take the Wu'an Bureau seriously."

Three years ago, when Group Five was still in charge of Chongming Street, Zhang Yongxiang would not have dared to openly run a casino on the street.

"That's your skill; you were decisive and swift enough. If it had been two days later, these people would probably have been on guard."

Lu Zehai took a deep drag of his cigarette and casually asked, "Have you calculated how many merit points I can get this time?"

"I've calculated it." Jiang Heng nodded slightly. "I can probably get more than 12,000."

"Depend on!"

Lu Zehai couldn't help but curse, saying with a hint of bitterness, "Even if I work in the bureau for a full year, I might not be able to earn 12,000."

Jiang Heng laughed and said, "This is not my problem. Chongming Street is such a big piece of fat meat, and it used to be right next to your jurisdiction. Who told you not to take it?"

Lu Zehai sighed, not wanting to continue talking to Jiang Heng, and then left with Group Four.

Afterwards, the police car drove back and forth on Chongming Street several times, finally locking all the criminal suspects in the Wu'an Bureau's prison, almost filling the entire prison.

Jiang Heng deposited 1.2 million yuan in cash into his bank card and drove back to the rest room of the Seventh Group of the Wu'an Bureau.

At this time, Qin An, Hu Zhenghong and Tan Weidong from Group 7 had also gathered in the Group 7 rest room.

Although Qin An and Hu Zhenghong had stayed up all night, they were not in low spirits; on the contrary, they were quite invigorated.

Earning 50,000 yuan in one night is a considerable achievement for them.

Tan Weidong had accumulated a considerable amount of savings over the years, so he wasn't particularly happy about the 50,000 yuan, but he grew to appreciate Jiang Heng, the team leader, even more.

Strong in ability, fierce in spirit, and high in potential, a sure-fire future powerhouse...

Jiang Heng's gaze swept over the three of them, and he said calmly:

"The interrogation department contacted me. Because there were too many people arrested this time, the interrogation and merit point reward assessment will take a few more days. You also have a certain amount of merit points."

Jiang Heng paused for a moment, then continued:

"In addition, although Chongming Street has been swept clean, there may still be places where dirt and filth hide, so we cannot let our guard down."

The streets of Hexing, Anxin, and Huyang within our jurisdiction are also in a no-man's-land, and there are likely some problems there as well. Therefore, we need to thoroughly investigate them over the next few days.

These three streets are practically slums, with probably a lot of gangsters and thugs. There are definitely merit points to be looted from them, and Jiang Heng doesn't want to let any of them go.

Upon hearing this, Qin An and the other two nodded in agreement.

……

Over the next two days, the interrogation department was extremely busy, and the internal affairs department was also having a headache dealing with these criminals.

Finally, the two departments jointly applied to Director Jiang Yunliang to simplify the interrogation process.

Interrogation and sentencing are two steps.

Then those who should be imprisoned should be imprisoned, and those who should be executed should be executed directly. Let's clear out some cells first.

Within the Wu'an Bureau, Jiang Heng's reputation gradually spread throughout the three detachments.

On his first day in office, this formidable man nearly filled the Wu'an Bureau's prison to capacity...

This caused many members of the Armed Police Force to look at Jiang Heng with a strange and curious gaze.

……

The guard post on Chongming Street.

Now that Jiang Heng has become the leader of Group Seven, it's no longer appropriate for him to continue living in the West Factory Street guardhouse of Group Four, which belongs to Lu Zehai.

There happened to be a guardhouse on Chongming Street, which was originally the residence of the members of the Fifth Group. After the Fifth Group withdrew from Chongming Street, the place was abandoned.

However, since the infrastructure was still usable, Jiang Heng arranged for several housekeeping and maintenance workers from the bureau to clean and repair the garrison room on Chongming Street.

They then moved into this guardhouse.

The layout of the guard rooms is pretty much the same, so he's gotten used to it after moving here.

At this moment, Jiang Heng was sitting at his computer desk, browsing various information online.

The merit points should be approved in about two more days, at which point I can buy "Crimson Flame Golden Body Ointment" and see how effective it is for practicing the "Candlelight Breathing Method".

The main problem now is the more than one million in his account. Every time Jiang Heng sees this number, he has a strong urge to spend it.

It's such a waste to just have over a million yuan sitting in my bank account without turning it into real power...

He has already bought several cases of high-energy nutrient solutions in various flavors.

With Jiang Heng's current physical level, ordinary food is no longer enough to meet his daily needs.

Only high-energy nutrient solutions or expensive artificially synthesized foods can satisfy an appetite.

As for the rest...

According to the information Jiang Heng found online,

The quality of the products sold on the market today, whether they are breathing techniques, martial arts, or medicines, is far inferior to that of the Wuan Bureau's internal store.

In general, it's somewhat similar to the distinction between "military products" and "civilian products".

"There's nothing I like..."

Jiang Heng swiped the mouse, muttering to himself, "Am I going to have to make the medicine myself again?"