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"Here's what happened."

"It was May 12th, about this year's events."

That night, my son borrowed my car, a Dodge Ram.

"It's not a county police or militia vehicle. There's a Jigglypuff sticker on the body, which my wife put on—our whole family loves Pokémon."

With that, the supreme commander of the Mister Fantastic's Battle Group calmly stated the facts.

Chen Jingwen had already arrived in the conference room. She was about to face the War King's questioning—note, it was merely questioning, not a formal interrogation.

This warband leader knew perfectly well who he was facing—the Demon King appointed by Ming De, who had a license to kill, bypassed trial procedures, and used all sorts of bizarre methods of execution.

Upon learning of Chen Yufei and Feng Boshen's deaths, Chen Jingwen had already mentally prepared herself, completely giving up resistance and answering whatever the War King asked.

Glory had planned to take things one step at a time, leaving the wrongful conviction of Horse-Faced Monkey's case until last, but things weren't that simple.

These 33 serious crimes are not baseless rumors; every case report is true, and someone has to be blamed for each one.

In Chen Jingwen's eyes, criminals are no longer criminals, and militiamen are no longer militiamen. These bloody crimes have become a business, a bargaining chip to gain credit at crucial moments.

As we know from the previous text, Krichieva was able to manipulate case documents to completely distort the facts of the crime and turn her manslaughter into a meritorious act.

For the Chen Family, led by Chen Jingwen, the local tyrants of Lieyang Fort were their partners. The heinous crimes committed by these tyrants were the documents they used to demand funds from the Transportation Department for suppressing bandits. Including this time, the annihilation of the White Shark Association, these thirty-three bloody cases were attributed to Mr. Fantastic. The time of the crimes, the detailed process, the witnesses and physical evidence could all be fabricated.

By bribing victims' families with money, coercing them with force, and exerting pressure from all sides, from the most basic militia units to community members, gangs were hired to carry out violent extortion. The various newly added units in the war group, including the anti-drug special operations team led by Guland Walker, were all a bloated set of personnel.

These violent institutions are controlled by the Chen Family. In order to better manage them, the brothers in the battle group, who were originally as close as family, have to turn against each other because of conflicts of interest. This is a typical feudal imperial mentality. As long as factional struggles exist within the team, it will be impossible to overthrow Chen Jingwen's rule.

In Dadu like Mimir Hot Spring with a population of over a million, only the Red Stone Rock Band and their ilk are present.

The Chen Group, led by Chen Jingwen, divided an entire piano into three main sections: Black Key, White Key, and strings. These three groups then engaged in endless infighting and fighting over various areas of Lieyang Fort. The border areas where the militia were stationed became perfect venues for filthy and shady transactions.

At this moment, Chen Jingwen, dressed in Flash Butterfly Armor, sat quietly in front of Glory.

Glory: "Take off your armor."

As long as they weren't deformed monsters and maintained the stable form of Homo sapiens, almost every commander of the warband received a gift from the gunsmith. This was a reward from Ming De for these warriors who fought against the Madness Butterfly Sect.

Chen Jingwen said, "I want to maintain a dignified appearance."

Glory held the legion insignia, looking at the basic information of the soldiers on the back. The leader of the chapter in front of her was only in his fifties, but his hair was completely white and his face was withered—it seemed that he had never had a good night's sleep, and that he spent every day and night in an environment of extreme mental tension and abnormally frequent brain activity.

"Then please go and change your clothes," Glory continued. "Please."

Chen Jingwen stood up, went to the barracks to remove his armor, changed into civilian clothes, and returned to the conference room about ten minutes later. Without the protection of the Flash Butterfly Armor, his fragile body began to tremble, and he began to feel fear involuntarily.

Glory poured tea for the chapter commander.

"Go on, drink when you're thirsty."

Chen Jingwen: "Where to begin?"

Glory: "Let's start with your son."

Chen ShouGong had mentioned this incident unintentionally before.

--Chen Jingwen's only son Chen Huan, committed a bloody crime, which was ultimately framed by Ishma Tayaneko Huri Fantis (the Horse-Faced Monkey's real name).

If Chen Jingwen is killed immediately, these cases will lose crucial evidence, and the deceased will never have a chance to have their grievances redressed.

Therefore, Glory had to complicate things and treat the two issues as one.

"Glory, this is my only son." Chen Jingwen wanted to find a way for her family to survive. "My wife left me with this precious child, and then died from the aftereffects of the Vita Imprint. Can you please let him go?"

Glory immediately said, "Explain yourself."

She could feel the War King's anger rising rapidly, so Chen Jingwen stopped talking nonsense and stopped trying to mediate.

"Let's start from May 12th, the day I mentioned before."

"I lent my bus to Xiao Huan, and he drove it to the 211 bar in Westbrook."

"This bar was renamed in memory of the warriors of the Madness Butterfly Sect who died in the massacre. It was originally called Ecstasy Bar."

"Many more militia members and soldiers from various combat groups will come here for gatherings."

"That night, Xiao Huan drove my car to pick up girls. Generally speaking, when they see the license plate of my bus, they know that the person in the car is someone important. Whether they are militiamen or members of the war group, they should know who Chen Huan's son is."

"But one young girl didn't understand this unspoken rule. So Xiao Huan got into trouble."

Glory took notes with a pen and paper, emphasizing, "Explain it clearly and in detail."

Chen Jingwen felt her mouth was dry, took a sip of tea, and continued speaking.

"According to Xiao Huan herself, the girl came from the capital city, from an ordinary family in the Phoenix District, and her name was Nisha."

"When Nisha was sixteen, she was admitted to the military academy in Phoenix. After graduation, she asked her superiors if she could volunteer to join the militia at Lieyang Fort. The Transportation Department's personnel department transferred her to the Qin Line as a telephone operator."

"May 12th happens to be the Sabbath, and also the day to commemorate the fallen heroes each week. Alcohol is forbidden on this day, so there aren't many guests."

"My son couldn't find a female companion, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Nisha."

"At the time, Nisha was holding the shrine to the Gun God, a medium she had made herself, to pray for the fallen soldiers. She ignored my son."

"So Xiao Huan held a grudge, she had never seen such an impolite woman."

"The entire militia system and combat troops of Lieyang Fort have to give face to the Chen family. He has always believed this, and it has always been so."

He said that he acted impulsively, drank alcohol, got back into his car, and left it idling, waiting for the girl to come out.

At this point, Glory raised her hand to signal a halt.

"On the Sabbath, in a forbidden setting, your son asked the person performing the ritual to drink with him?"

Chen Jingwen didn't want to make excuses; she just wanted to save face.

"--Yes, you can write it like that."

Glory shrugged. "Please continue."

Chen Jingwen took a deep breath; what followed was crucial, and she had to continue defending her son.

"Then, at one in the morning, Nisha came out of the front door of the 211 Bar."

"My son drove up, rolled down the window, identified himself to Nisha, and showed her the license plate."

He thought that I, as his father, could protect him, bless him, and help him find love.

"But Nisha still rejected him. Enraged, he ran Nisha over with his car."

"I assure you, Xiao Huan committed the crime of passion. It wasn't premeditated. He never thought about the consequences. He was just stupid, not bad."

Glory: "Go on, stop with the nonsense."

Chen Jingwen nodded, her eyes involuntarily looking down, not daring to look directly at the War King.

"There were twelve eyewitnesses at the scene, but apart from two who were brave enough, the others all ran away."

"These two eyewitnesses and Xiao Huan's account are consistent; they both saw Nisha being knocked about ten meters away by the Dodge Ram."

"After Xiao Huan got out of the car, she beat Nisha without calling for medical help."

"The girl suffered a fractured leg bone and a comminuted skull fracture; her head hit the road barrier."

"Xiao Huan dragged her into the isolation zone, stripped her naked, and didn't do anything further. He took off Nisha's clothes and only then did he see the girl's injuries. He was half sober by then."

"Two witnesses tried to help, but Xiao Huan chased them away—because they knew whose car it was and didn't dare to interfere."

"Xiao Huan realized things had gotten out of hand, so he burned the clothes in an attempt to destroy the evidence."

Glory: "Nisha isn't dead yet."

Chen Jingwen was very calm; her emotions were frighteningly calm when she talked about these things.

"But at that point, she had no chance of survival. My son was consumed by fear, and on a whim, he dug a small hole in the green belt and spent more than two hours burying her."

"When I arrived at the scene, Nisha had already lost all vital signs."

"I blamed him too. I hit him, I called him inhuman, I called him a little beast. I just couldn't understand it. A life that could have been saved with a bottle of White Lady's products, why treat her like this? Why treat a militiaman like this?"

"Xiao Huan felt insulted. He was furious and deeply regretful. He wanted my help to resolve the matter and asked me to atone for his sins."

Glory: "How did you do it?"

"I immediately found the surveillance footage from that time, all the cameras along the entire road, all the traffic camera records," Chen Jingwen truthfully stated. "I gathered and questioned anyone who might have witnessed the incident."

"The drivers passing by don't seem to care about this. Militia fights often happen at the 211 Bar, and they know this road is unsafe."

"I personally visited the last twelve eyewitnesses, treated them well, made promises, and used money and intimidation to silence them."

"There were two eyewitnesses who approached the crime scene. One of them was a tourist, who was easy to talk to. His hometown is in Pukelike Fort, District 32. I asked the local governor to give this citizen some generous treatment, such as raising his social security benefits to the first-class standard and giving him the retirement benefits of a militiaman."

"However, this matter has nothing to do with the governor of District 32. I forged a document to punish evil and gave it to this eyewitness as evidence. This way, when he returns to his hometown, he can receive the benefits he is entitled to. The governor of District 32 is unaware of this. He will only know that within his jurisdiction, there is an unsung hero who went to District 54, Lieyang Fort, and defeated evil criminals on the other side of the world."

"The other eyewitness was more difficult to deal with; he was a bartender at the 211 Bar. I found this bartender, learned about his family, and discovered he had a thirteen-year-old younger brother. So I promised to get this younger brother into the militia system and provide him with some assistance. As for the extent of that assistance, we'll have to see how it's actually implemented."

"After that, I cleaned the Dodge Ram, destroyed all the evidence, and got one of my drivers to turn himself in. On the night of May 12th, this driver was drunk and ran over and killed Nisha. Due to insufficient evidence, the case entered a long, endless cycle of review and evidence gathering."

"I personally went to Nisha's family to apologize. I wanted Xiao Huan to hug Nisha's parents, to cry his eyes out, to kneel down and Nisha for forgiveness, and then give them money—12 million yuan. I investigated their family; they couldn't earn a million yuan in their entire lives."

"From beginning to end, I told the parents that it was my negligence and that the driver I hired had questionable character and morals, which led to this tragedy."

"I protected my child from beginning to end, resolved the victim's family issues, and then it was the Prosecutor's Office and the court's business."

"I found Koruyaf through Juseberg's connection. Koruyaf's children work at the Prosecutor's Office in the capital and can contact influential people. The specific evidence collection process is being handled by Qingjin from the capital's court. I know that once Lapis Lazuli Guards arrive, things will be over, so I have to silence the Prosecutor's Office's office beforehand."

"Everything has been taken care of. Xiao Huan's crimes will be left in the archives like other cases, until you come to wipe out the White Shark Association. Then they will finally be put to use. I will instruct the manager of the Golden Beetle to arrest the remnants of the White Shark Association and then pin the crimes on these criminals. This way, we can maximize our profits."

"War King... I know I deserve my punishment. I hope Chen Huan can live, even if it means spending the rest of his life in prison."

At this point, Chen Jingwen became increasingly nervous.

"My wife went insane before she died. She and I witnessed the massacre by the Madness Butterfly Sect. As witnesses, we survived the Madness Butterfly Sect's slaughter and finally made it through to a better life. She only had one wish: that I could take good care of the children."

At this point, Glory raised her hand to interrupt, "Alright, that's enough, no need to say more. Next, I'll ask you to do some things."

Chen Jingwen nodded, her eyes vacant, her gaze constantly drifting towards the window.

He had never seen the sun and was always distracted by sunlight.

Four hours later, a fireworks show took place at Mr. Fantastic's gathering center.

It all started with a friendly meeting initiated by Mr. Chen Jingwen.

"--Now approaching the main venue are two staff members from the Capital Prosecutor's Office's Laboratory Center, who previously handled the evidence collection work in the 211 Bar manslaughter case, including soil testing, DNA sampling, and so on."

The War King, holding the microphone and raising his arm, invited the two distinguished guests to the steps of the Golden Beetle Defense Center.

Before the two officials could speak--

"--This friendly meeting was all the idea of Head of Delegation Chen Jingwen. Let me see."

Glory opened the roster and read out the names.

"Oh! You two are a married couple! And both Jewish? You won't be lonely on the road!"

At this moment, the man and woman who had come to keep their appointment were still unaware that Death God had already raised its scythe.

The man chuckled and said, "Didn't this case end last time? I also believe that Commander Chen Jingwen's child is kind-hearted. This... this little Chen..."

The woman immediately suggested, "We watched Xiao Huan grow up; we have to help with this."

Glory called out, "Come on, head southeast and escort our two distinguished guests to their private seats!"

Before the man and woman could react, two burly men, Jin Ge Yin Ge, rushed out of the defense center, followed by five or six others. They forced the couple into chairs and tied them up, as if they were being supported by the 48 rocket seats from the Wangxian Road Fireworks Factory.

Glory stepped forward, asked how to unlock the phone, chopped off two fingers, and lit the fuse.

Another beautiful firework display, symbolizing eternal love, exploded in the sky, followed by a thousand pieces of bloody, mangled flesh falling from the sky.

"Next!" Glory called out, feeling that she hadn't done things smoothly enough. She hadn't fed Maddes much food at all, all because the firecrackers hadn't gone high enough.

Chen Jingwen quickly dialed the next number.

"Hello, is this Justice Claude?"

The person on the other end of the phone beamed and quickly said, "Ah! Brother Chen Jingwen, I'm already on my way. Is it still about Xiao Huan?"

Chen Jingwen: "Uh, yes, I need your help with something too."

Justice Claude immediately responded, "Is the victim's family throwing another tantrum? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear."

"They say taking a step back and letting things take their course is the way it is. Was it the judge in charge of this case who wanted to ask you for a bribe? I'll have them continue to study it, to study it carefully."

"Didn't they already know my opinion? Look at the mess this has made, Jingwen. You're the leader of the battle group. If this kind of scandal gets out, how can we carry out our work in the future? What about the peace, stability, and prosperity of District 54? Have you no shame?"

"Who doesn't know that you, Commander Chen, only have one son? Chen Huan will be an outstanding person in the future. This Nisha, a dog-like thing—does she even deserve to trip you up? To extort money from you?"

"For your sake, I'll have the person in charge of this case handle it specially later."

Chen Jingwen awkwardly replied, "Yes, yes."

When Judge Claude's car pulled into the Golden Beetle's parking lot, three security guards stepped out of the Bentley and followed Claude, walking confidently and naturally toward the square.

Glory picked up the microphone and announced, "Please welcome our four distinguished guests to their private rooms!"

Grand Judge Claude had heard the War King's voice.

--When the shout rang out, his legs went weak, he turned pale with fright, his wig fell off, revealing his bald head, and he scrambled and crawled towards the parking lot.

And so, just like Chen Yufei's experience, another unlucky soul had his arms and legs broken.

Another firework exploded in the sky, but Glory was still not satisfied.

"Maddes isn't going to get any decent food today, damn it."

She grumbled and cursed, then contacted the fireworks factory to quickly find the battle group to conduct academic exchanges and combine rocket propellant into fireworks.

Four hours later, the defense center's lobby was packed with people.

Most of the people involved in these thirty-three cases were tied to chairs and awaited the War King's judgment.

Glory chatted with the fireworks factory's sales representative, discussing technical difficulties.

"Without a suitable launcher, even a steel pipe would be insufficient! Paper-based gunpowder doesn't have the right thrust-to-weight ratio, War King." The sales representative looked troubled. "To take people to an altitude of four or five hundred meters, you'd need at least a rocket engine. Or you could contact a turbojet engine manufacturer. We don't have that technology. We're just fireworks makers. Even a powerful brick can only fly forty or fifty meters. Getting it to eighty meters is pure luck."

"Tsk," Glory pursed her lips, her desire to see the grand fireworks display gradually waning.

At that moment, an old acquaintance walked in from outside.

Wood Plark put his arm around the War King's shoulder.

"--Thinking about me?"

In the conference room, Chen Jingwen and her son Chen Huan were tied together; Glory left them until the very end.

These two are not from a blood donation organization, nor are they cultists of the Madness Butterfly; they are cannibals born from another kind of human society.

Chen Jingwen is still providing psychological counseling to her son, mistakenly believing that her honesty will earn the War King's mercy and that her son might survive.

However, these heinous crimes of disregarding facts and trampling on justice have already sealed their fate with death sentences.

Glory didn't even bother to curse them, because animals don't understand human language.

How much Chen Jingwen cherishes the lives of her own children, yet treats the lives of other people's children as worthless as ants.

The Chen Family and these corrupt officials helped each other, distorted the facts to cover up their crimes, and did dirty things under the guise of justice—even George Joshua of the White Shark Association seemed like a man of courage and integrity in comparison.

"Why are you here?" Glory, puzzled.

Mr. Plark pulled two bags of seeds from his pocket. "To teach farmers how to grow watermelons!"

Glory: "Huh?"

Mr. Plark truthfully informed him. "The waterways of Lieyang Fort will be drastically altered. The sun will dry most of the waterways into depressions, and this place is close to the Northern Territory —with the sun, the days are scorching hot and the nights bitterly cold."

The VIP took out two cups of mud from the seed bag, which contained watermelon seedlings that had already sprouted.

"In this kind of environment, the watermelons grown have a high sugar content, are large, and have thin rinds, making them particularly suitable for export to Adulis, where you can make a lot of money."

Glory: "Huh?"

Plark was like a seasoned old farmer, speaking eloquently about how to get rich.

"I'm from Area 51, and you know Morning Light County, right? It's a major agricultural county. The Green Stone VIPs in these places are all very powerful. I've asked them to come with me to help the old farmers of Lieyang Fort. These farmers used to farm paddy fields, and we need to help them grow new crops."

"That's how the BOSS has always arranged it. You kill in front, and I plant in the back. For every kill you make, I'll ask someone else to plant that many. Maddes' ascension program was also something I applied for with the BOSS. This place doesn't get any sunshine, so it won't grow well. — A week has passed, and I figured you've killed enough, so it's my turn to call my partners to clean up the mess."

Glory: "Oh"

Wood Plark said with a grin.

"Hey, I'm not very capable. Besides setting off firecrackers and blowing things up, I'm relatively good at internal affairs. I know a little bit about it, just a little bit."

Glory went out with Mr. Wood--

She nudged Mr. Wood's armpit with her elbow.

"I want to set off a giant firework, send someone flying into the air, then shove it into Maddes' mouth, shooting it up to about four or five hundred meters high. Is there a way to do that?"

Wood: "I'm an expert at this! I have several options!"

Glory: "Try to be as humane and environmentally friendly as possible."

Wood: "Hang up a hydrogen balloon, add fireworks, and send it up to detonate."

Glory: "Uh, is there anything faster, something more exciting?"

Wood: "Stuff it into the cannon and fire it."

Glory: "Isn't that too cruel?"

Wood: "You think it's cruel too?"

Glory: "No, no, no. It's too cruel for the victim. It's over in a flash, in just a few seconds. How can that compare to the relief of slow, agonizing torture?"

Wood vividly described, "Then let's make it even crueler—first, chop these sons of bitches in half, stuff their lower halves in, leave their upper halves, and let them watch helplessly as their bodies are sent to the Lord of Cinder's mouth. Then stuff the rest into cannons and fire them. The original two hundred pounds of thrust weight will now only be one hundred. No matter how fat the fat brother is, let him eat until his mouth is full of lard, just cut him into more pieces and fire him more times, right?"

Glory's eyes lit up; she was an expert in cannon design and drawing.

"You're the one who's shameless! Genius!"