The oil drum slowly sank, and a very peculiar sound reached the forger's ears from inside it.
It sounded like waves, mixed with something hollow. The sounds were not loud, but they went straight into his mind.
He could no longer breathe.
Once the oil drum's lid was completely sealed, his entire body sank into the cement. He wanted to breathe, but the "viscous" cement gave him no chance.
The oil drum rapidly sank toward the deep seabed.
It "slowly" landed on another oil drum, then gradually tilted and toppled over.
There were many oil drums on the dark seabed. Some still looked new, while others had been heavily corroded by seawater, exposing patches of rust.
The oil drum that had been struck tilted as well. With the current pushing against them, the drums seemed to make room for their new companion, giving it somewhere to stay.
It was almost as if they were greeting it, telling it not to be afraid. Here, they had plenty of...
A few minutes later, the group drove away from the cottage by the sea. They still had to return and report.
Even if someone had fished the man out after they left, a few minutes would only have been enough to retrieve a corpse.
To Lin Qi, executing a forger was nothing more than a trivial matter.
In the past, he had not been unwilling to do such things because he was particularly... kind. He simply had not yet been powerful enough to do them without facing punishment.
But after the war ended, his situation changed drastically. In fact, the law's effect on him had... become far less effective than the law itself believed.
It was like when a senior executive of the Federal Savings Bank was suspected of a crime. The one