(ps: It's not powerful, the flowers and tickets feel a lot less, and the number of clicks is a lot less, why is this?) ）

Vincent rubbed his head vigorously, this was the seventh secret report he had received this week about someone infected with the plague in Silvermoon City.

He slammed the document on the desk and shouted angrily: "Check, there must be a promoter behind this matter, Dong Bigao, I will give you 3 days, I want you to find out who did it, otherwise you don't have to come to see me again." ”

"Yes, guaranteed to complete the mission." Standing in front of Vincent, a man in an SS officer's uniform sweated profusely in agreement, saluted and hurried out.

With a loud bang, the door to the office of the chief judge of the SS court was kicked open, and the bloody man who had been scolded by Vinson in Vincent's office just now gasped and walked into the office, followed by several judges of the court.

There was another loud bang, and he kicked out a leather swivel chair placed in front of the presiding judge's desk, slamming it against the wall. Dong Bigao casually whipped all the objects on the table to the ground, and sat down heavily on the chair behind the desk that represented the presiding judge of the SS Inquisition, which represented terror and power.

After taking a sip of the black coffee that the secretary had just delivered, he slammed the cup to the ground and roared at the five inquisitors standing in front of him: "Just now, just now, I was personally summoned by the leader, do you know why? Because there are zombies in the damn Silvermoon City, and there have been 7 cases, can anyone tell me why? Why didn't I know until now? Why? ”

The five inquisitors looked at each other, all cowardly and afraid to answer.

Dong Bigao saw the performance of the five people in front of him, stood up with a "whew", stretched out his hand and pointed at their noses and roared angrily: "The leader only gave me three days to investigate this matter, two days, I will give you two days." If I don't get what I want in two days, then I promise you will be locked up in a dark room before I die, and don't doubt what I say. ”

When the five inquisitors heard the word "black room", their faces changed dramatically, and then they lowered their heads, lest they would attract the wrath of the inquisitor in his rage, and they would be punished without cause. Although they didn't know what the dark room was, it was not difficult to imagine from their faces that it was definitely not a place that anyone would like to go.

At this time, the presiding judge finally tried to suppress his anger, and his voice gradually calmed down: "Also, why do I not know about such a serious situation? Am I giving you so much power that you can ignore my existence? Who is hiding it from me in this matter? I promise, he's going to die a terrible death, I promise. Now, get out of here, all of you. ”

At that moment, one of the fat-looking inquisitors suddenly collapsed on the ground with his legs limp, and bean-sized drops of sweat rolled down his face like a waterfall. He was responsible for everything in Silvermoon City, and it was obvious that this accident had nothing to do with him. The other four gave him a pitiful look, and all of them quickly fled the presiding judge's office as if relieved.

Dong Bigao clasped his hands on his chest and looked coldly at the fat man who was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move, and after a long time, he said, "Someone." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of heavily armed SS soldiers rushed in through the door, silently watching the presiding judge wait for his orders.

Dong Bigao pointed his finger at the inquisitor on the ground, and said softly: "Pull him out for me, give him all the torture instruments in the black cell, and never allow him to die until the last one is finished, take him away." ”

Immediately, two tall guards stepped forward and lifted up the inquisitor who had been high five minutes ago, and walked out like dragging a dead dog.

There was no struggle, no cry for mercy, as a judge, he knew in his heart how much responsibility it would be to conceal and not report, especially such an important matter. It's just that the water stains with a strong smell of urine left along the way betrayed the truest thoughts in his heart.

Today's Silvermoon City is like a pot of boiling water, and the whole city is boiling. Judges, SS, police, Central Guard Divisions, local garrisons, intelligence agents, and other large numbers of armed men, both overt and covert, filled every corner of the streets.

The entire Silvermoon City has now been heavily surrounded by heavy military troops, and the whole city is under martial law, and all rooms in every household and every resident of Silvermoon City must be thoroughly investigated. This is a real thorough investigation, both men and women, all stripped, all clothes, standing in front of the public to be examined every inch of skin, every corner of the room, even under the floor.

And not only a check, but also a routine inspection of every department of the SS, police, Central Guard Division, local garrisons, etc., the intelligence agents and the personnel of the inquisition office also conduct spot checks.

Lu Qiang has been depressed lately, yes, he hasn't had a good night's sleep since he sold that zombie's tooth at a high price. He always felt that an earth-shattering conspiracy had shrouded him, and that something unusual was about to happen.

Ever since the first case of someone in Silvermoon City being infected with the plague and turning into a zombie and attacking three of its inhabitants, his terrible speculation has unfortunately come true. Although the inquisitors of the local inquisition used their power to block this news, martial law had been secretly imposed throughout the city, and no one was allowed to leave Silvermoon City. This also made Lu Qiang's escape plan fall into an untimely death before it was implemented.

So when the inquisitor of the Inquisition found the 5,000 Huaxia Yuan in cash from an unknown source in the compartment of his bedroom closet, he obediently followed them into the Inquisition without any resistance.