"Where are those people now? Can you get them to hand over that scavenger's belongings... Of course, I'm not asking for them for free. I'll pay compensation," Sun Hang said.
"Compensation? Money?" The little old man looked Sun Hang up and down. "Nobody here wants money."
"Of course not money. Supplies—the daily necessities you people desperately need," Sun Hang said. "Whatever those merchants can provide, I can provide too. All I need is one phone call, and trucks loaded with supplies will be parked outside."
"Seriously?" The little old man narrowed his eyes. "You're just a cop. You've got that kind of pull?"
"I'm not a Public Security Bureau cop." Sun Hang gave a mysterious smile and pulled out an ID.
It was an Anomaly Investigation Bureau investigator's ID—every Anomaly Hunter had one, meant for situations where revealing a hunter's identity was inappropriate, but a Peacekeeper's credentials were not enough. It gave hunters a law-enforcement identity with sufficient authority.
Temporary Investigators could only be considered cannon fodder. Even a newly hired Peacekeeper could order them around. But once the prefix before "investigator" became "full-time," their statuses would instantly reverse. Forget ordinary Peacekeepers—even Public Security Bureau leaders had to greet them with a smile.
Only after becoming a hunter did Sun Hang learn that becoming a full-time investigator from a Temporary Investigator was no less difficult than a mediocre student who had spent three years slacking off in high school trying to get into a top university with only one month left before the college entrance exam.
If the college entrance exam was an army crossing a single-log bridge, then becoming a full-time Temporary Investigator was walking a tightrope... Fall off the former, and you could still swim around before climbing ashore. But fall off the latter, and there was only