A seven-hundred-thousand labor bill
With only a little over two hundred Magic Power Scale at the One-Star Germination, how dare they use Second Order Military Contraband as a key?
That means she just awakened Orthodox Star Core. If it were an ordinary trainee operator, her meridians would have been ruptured into mangled flesh by now.
"The Star Ring pulse frequency within her hasn't completely dissipated yet. As soon as the Monster Hunting Bureau's detection vehicle arrives, they'll be able to catch her red-handed by following this scent!"
Kabi reminded him urgently.
"I must have owed you something in my past life."
Ziwei cursed under her breath and reached out to grab Su Xiaoxiao's tightly clenched right hand.
Even while unconscious, the little girl's fingers were still tightly clenched.
Ziwei didn't stand on ceremony with her; with a forceful pull of two fingers, she pried open her palm.
My palm was cut by metal shards, and a few drops of blood seeped out.
The Shard the Military Star Ring, still shimmering with a dark red glow, lay quietly in her palm.
"This dangerous junk is confiscated."
Ziwei carefully extracted the Shard and casually tossed it into her sealed compartment.
That old bastard Chen Shu, once this is over, I'll definitely go to his old guard post and smash his goji berry thermos.
They actually left such a deadly thing at home.
After confiscating the tools used in the crime, Su Xiaoxiao shivered in the cold wind and unconsciously groaned.
"Brother... yogurt..."
Upon hearing those two words, Su Bai's temples throbbed.
Even at a time like this, you're still thinking about discounted yogurt at the supermarket.
Ziwei raised her hand and unfastened the dark gold clasp around her neck.
He ripped off the heavy, purple-gold cloak that he used to make a show of his status.
This Magical Armor accessory comes with a high-level Magic Power barrier effect, and Su Bai usually wouldn't even let it get a drop of dirty water on it.
Without even blinking, he unfolded his cloak and draped it over Su Xiaoxiao's muddy jacket.
One layer on the left, one layer on the right.
Ziwei quickly wrapped Su Xiaoxiao up like a large, tightly sealed cocoon, leaving only half of her face exposed to breathe.
The faint pulse that was originally emanating from Su Xiaoxiao's body was completely locked inside by the cloak.
"Master, the Monster Hunting Bureau's convoy has entered the street entrance and will arrive at the main gate in at most thirty seconds!"
Kabi burrowed back into Ziwei's nape, his voice strained.
"Okay, I'll be going now."
Ziwei scooped up her sister, who was wrapped in a cocoon, from the ground with one hand and held her steadily in her arms.
With his other hand, he swiftly picked up the dark gold Great Scythe from the ground.
She lightly touched the slippery mud with her toes, then leaped into the air, using the protruding air conditioner unit on the second floor for leverage, and in a few bounds, she flipped onto the shadowy blind spot behind the Welfare Home building.
It was less than half a minute after her boots left the lawn.
Buzz--!
The piercing sound of air raid sirens tore through the night sky over the Old City.
Several red and blue flashing lights shattered the darkness, and four black heavy armored vehicles painted with the Monster Hunting Bureau's insignia broke through the surrounding fog. Their tires screeched as they screeched on the wet asphalt road, and they came to a steady stop in front of the Welfare Home's gate.
In the dilapidated main corridor of the Welfare Home, flashing red and blue lights shone through the broken windows, casting flickering light on the mottled walls.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the burnt smell of electrical wires.
Bang!
The rickety iron gate at the main entrance was kicked away from the outside.
The iron gate slammed onto the waterlogged concrete floor and slid several meters away.
Liang Bing, dressed in a black tactical trench coat, was the first to step in.
He carried in his hand the heavy psionic Ship-Splitting Blade specially approved by the bureau chief, its broad blade crackling with blue and white lightning arcs.
Behind him, a dozen fully armed Monster Hunting Bureau Enforcer out in a fan shape, their dark, abyssal Abyssal-Energy Rifle raised simultaneously, their infrared aiming lasers flickering wildly in the corridor.
"Don't move! This is the Monster Hunting Bureau's job!"
One of the adjutants leading the team shouted at the top of his lungs.
In a corner of the hall, Mint was leading Clear Bell and the old dean in counting heads, and she was taken aback by the scene.
Liang Bing didn't look at the survivor in the corner; his gaze immediately locked onto the end of the corridor.
There is a partially collapsed concrete staircase there.
Ziwei stood at the very top of the ruined staircase.
She held a long, thin bundle wrapped tightly in a Purple-Gold Cloak in her arms, her right hand casually resting on the handle of a dark gold Great Scythe.
Beneath her black boots, she stood the half of the distorted human face that the leader of the assassins had peeled off from the chest of the beast.
"Spread out! Prepare to finish..."
Liang Bing gripped the hilt of the Ship-Splitting Blade tightly, his throat dry, just about to shout out the words "formation".
Ziwei, standing atop the ruins, suddenly moved.
With a slight flick of her wrist, she tossed down a transparent waterproof bag that she was holding between her left and right fingers.
Clatter
The waterproof bag stained with black blood fell into the puddle half an inch in front of Liang Bing's boots, splashing a few drops of dirty water that wet his trouser legs.
"What is that?! Back off!"
The Enforcer beside them, thinking it was some kind of high-explosive magical device, pulled Liang Bing away.
Liang Bing raised her hand and pressed down on the barrel of her subordinate's gun, then looked down at the bag on the ground.
Inside the transparent plastic bag, three modified communicators, a voice recorder still flashing a red light, and several Golden Scale Society internal nameplates stripped from the assassins were neatly stacked.
"This is..."
Liang Bing paused for a moment, then looked up at the Ziwei on the stairs.
He assumed the other side stayed behind to fight the authorities for ownership of the high-level Monster, and he was even mentally prepared for everyone to get hurt.
As a result, they had already packaged and categorized the evidence from the scene, and even recorded the conversation, and were just waiting to go through the handover process with them?
"The seven people outside, plus the three in the basement, make a total of ten Golden Scale Society bounty hunters."
Ziwei spoke, her mature, monotone voice, altered by a voice changer, echoing coldly through the corridor.
"Case number 049. In accordance with the Monster Hunting Bureau's updated security and auxiliary regulations last month, the suspects were handed over as a package, plus a nighttime emergency response allowance, totaling 700,000 Federal Coin."
Liang Bing loosened her grip on the Ship-Splitting Blade, and her expression became extremely strange.
A mysterious powerhouse at the level of Sun Herald or higher, who had just casually slaughtered a C-Rank mutant beast that even they would risk their lives for, was now standing atop the ruins, meticulously calculating his night shift allowance?
"Your Excellency Ziwei, regarding the sudden contamination incident at the Third Welfare Home tonight, we need your cooperation in taking a detailed statement..."
Liang Bing tentatively took half a step forward, trying to extract more information about the crippled beast.
"Go get the statement from the new woman in white next to you; she'll take it."
Ziwei interrupted him directly, not wanting to listen to even half a second of his nonsense.
Su Xiaoxiao in my arms has started to have a fever. If we don't find a place to expel the backlash Magic Power from her body soon, there will be another idiot in the house tomorrow morning.
"Within two hours, transfer 700,000 to that black-market, anonymous account from last time."
Ziwei looked down at Liang Bing, a warning glint in her dark golden eyes.
"I don't want a penny more, but if it's not a penny less, I'll go to the top of your branch office building tomorrow and remove the lightning rod."
"Master, your method of threatening me sounds just like a gangster extorting protection money..."
Kabi muttered to himself in his mind.
"As long as it works, that's fine. When dealing with government agencies, if you're not assertive, the financial audit could drag on until next semester."
Su Bai replied in his mind and lightly tapped the ground with his toes.
"Wait! Who are you holding? According to the lockdown regulations, everyone entering or leaving the contaminated area must undergo Deep Space radiation screening!"
Liang Bing keenly noticed the package tightly wrapped in the Purple-Gold Cloak and immediately raised the Ship-Splitting Blade in her hand.
"Screening?"
Ziwei gave a cold laugh.
"With your worthless junk, you think you're qualified to investigate my people?"
The moment she finished speaking, a ring of intricate purple-gold array patterns suddenly lit up on the surface of the concrete ruins beneath her feet.
That's Short-Range Optical Fold-Jump Magic Skill that comes with the Companion Magic Book.
Although each use consumes the equivalent of three bowls of braised pork in Su Bai's body, he has no choice but to expend this energy to protect his sister's identity.
"Stop her!"
Liang Bing's expression changed, and the heavy Ship-Splitting Blade in her hand, crackling with lightning, slashed a crescent-shaped blade of light upwards toward the stairs.
Buzz!
The blade's edge pierced through Ziwei's figure and struck the load-bearing wall behind her, leaving a deep, charred mark.
Under the infrared laser lock of more than a dozen Abyssal-Energy Rifle, Ziwei, along with the package in her arms, turned into countless tiny purple-gold light spots and dissipated directly into the air.
Not even a trace of Magic Power remained.
The only sound in the corridor was the crackling of electric arcs from the Ship-Splitting Blade.
Liang Bing stood there, staring at the pile of rotting flesh of a high-level Monster still bubbling with green smoke at the bottom of the stairs. Her Adam's apple bobbed, and she swallowed back a mouthful of sour saliva.
Just what kind of monster is the leader of this Star Team?