Wicked Ways, Mechanical Remains Society!

Night.

City center.

Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company.

Second floor, meeting room.

Qi Xun, dressed in a blue suit with stylish bangs, looked up and coldly sized up the guy in front of him who claimed to be the head of [Sain Mechanical Company].

"Get straight to the point. Why did you have me invited here?"

Qi Xun placed his hands on the table and asked directly.

At one end of the conference table.

Xia Jie, who was flipping through a blue folder, didn't answer immediately. He finished reading Qi Xun's file completely before closing the folder and said apologetically to Qi Xun, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qi Xun. I was just reviewing some information and didn't hear what you said. Could you please repeat that?"

Hearing this, Qi Xun frowned, looking displeased.

Qi Xun had been feeling ignored frequently lately. He wanted to lose his temper, but when he remembered that this was the headquarters of [Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company], a place where he, a mere [Level 2 Psionic Warrior], couldn't act out, he suppressed his urge to get angry.

Instead, Qi Xun repeated his question.

"It's like this, our company has a batch of rather dangerous cargo..."

"We plan to smuggle it into the [Slums] through this official channel. I wonder if you, as a former [Psionic Plainclothes Officer], Mr. Qi Xun, can help us?"

Xia Jie smiled slightly, his hands on the conference table, and asked Qi Xun politely and courteously.

"Transporting a batch of dangerous cargo?"

Qi Xun narrowed his eyes, a meaningful glint flashing within them. He was very familiar with this kind of situation.

"I can help you contact a few friends, but I'll need a million for handling fees."

Qi Xun, who had done this sort of thing before, slowly extended one finger and said to Xia Jie with a solemn expression, "According to our rules, payment comes first, then the job..."

Shady dealings.

This wasn't Qi Xun's first time engaging in such activities, but it was his first time working with a major client like [Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company]. To prevent himself from being used and discarded, he set this condition...

After all, some money had to be secured first to feel at ease.

"As expected, it's just as analyzed in the data."

"After Qi Xun was fired, his methods became more aggressive."

"But the money is not a problem. As long as I can resolve the matter the General Manager asked me to handle, I'll be at ease."

At the conference table, Xia Jie agreed to Qi Xun's request without much hesitation.

After all, for a company with tens of millions in liquid assets, a million in operating funds was a small matter.

About ten minutes later.

Having received the million-dollar payment, Qi Xun put on a brown mask and discreetly left [Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company].

In the meeting room.

Xia Jie watched Qi Xun, who had already left, on the monitor and muttered, "Three days. If you can help me complete this task within three days, I'll spare your family."

In Xia Jie's eyes, not everyone in this world was qualified to take money from him.

If Qi Xun still had some influence, Xia Jie might have been wary of him. However, Qi Xun was now just a dismissed [Level 2 Psionic Warrior].

The next morning.

Wang Zhong, who reported to the bureau at eight o'clock, followed Captain Li Ying into the [Psionic Equipment Room] to collect his own [Bionic Patrol Crow].

Inside the [Psionic Equipment Room].

An old man in his sixties, whose eyes had been replaced with mechanical eyeballs, handed Wang Zhong a lifelike black crow along with a document.

"Here, sign this, and you can take your [Bionic Patrol Crow]..."

"Remember, you must keep this [Bionic Patrol Crow] powered on during your mission. If it gets damaged, bring it to me immediately..."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Kun."

The Slums.

This was a street crowded with people, where ordinary poor folk bustled about.

This street was called the [Slums] because the rent was very cheap; one could rent a small house for three to four hundred yuan.

For this reason, many poor people flocked to this place.

Over time, it became known as the [Slums].

It was now a little past nine in the morning.

"Buns for sale... Fried dough sticks and soy milk, piping hot soy milk!"

"Hot and fresh rice noodle rolls, 10.9 with a group purchase, and a free serving of fried dough sticks..."

"Day-old cream bread, only one currency unit to buy a portion..."

On the street, a lively hawking sound mixed with the aroma of food permeated the crowded lane.

"Thump, thump."

Just then, a young man in a black shirt and black shorts, carrying a backpack, gazed at the famous street with a look of novelty.

"Cackle..."

"Cackle..."

As Wang Zhong passed a shop selling antique mechanical parts, the Bluetooth headset on his right ear suddenly emitted a 'rustling' sound. Then, the cold, emotionless electronic voice of the [Intelligent System] sounded in his ear: "Master, it's detected that the place you're in has a [Weak Magnetic Field Shielding Device], which can block many wireless signals..."

Only after Wang Zhong walked about ten meters away from the shop did he take out his [Mechanical Phone A10] and issue a command to the [Intelligent System]: "Intelligent System, in that case, hack into this [Mechanical Retail Store] and see if there are any clues inside..."

Meanwhile.

At the bureau.

In a conference room on the fourth floor.

Three captains from the bureau gathered together. Standing before the conference table in front of them was a young man with silver hair and half of his body covered in mechanical plating.

"Everyone, we have already dispatched two teams to investigate the two cases separately..."

"I hope you can work hard and help us find the criminals of the [Mechanical Remains Society] hiding in the slums..."

"At the same time, I can give you a promise. As long as you help me find that criminal, I can help you deal with that powerful [Psionic Butcher] from the [Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company]."

PS: Thank you, big shot Lun Hui Xin, for the monthly ticket. Thank you all for your support.