Jinmen Port, Overseas Business District, Hsinhan Embassy.

In the Yanhan Hall, Han Liye stood by the window, quietly looking at the sky.

Suddenly, the ambassador's expression changed, and with his astonishing eyesight, he could clearly see a faint pillar of smoke rising in the distant sky, and the fine dust that rose and flew away obscured his vision, making the distant sky faintly distorted.

"Did he really kill the Warlock Patrol?"

Han Liye was surprised and delighted, when he was discussing countermeasures with Thorn Thorn before, the young man proposed that once he succeeded in killing Ding Yuanshan and the others, he would set fire to it.

And their embassy immediately launched a dark line buried in this Jinmen port to disturb the situation in the city.

But it was still not confirmed that the smoke must have risen from the Patrol Division, so he suppressed his excitement and quietly looked at the sky.

After a quarter of an hour, there was the sound of eager footsteps on the wooden floor of the corridor outside the door, Han Liye immediately turned around, and with a squeak, the door was pushed open, and Li Changsheng walked in, and said to Han Liye excitedly:

"Lord Han, the Patrol Division is on fire!"

When the dignified-looking middle-aged man heard this, his eyes flashed, and he immediately commanded:

"Good! Jing Shu Youguo is a believer! Counselor Lai, everything is going according to plan! ”

"No!"

Li Changsheng bowed, and then walked out quickly.

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Jinmen Port, wharf area.

A dirty street.

This is the waiting area where the rickshaws gather, not far from the wharf, the air has the smell of the sea, the ground is damp, and from time to time there are Zhuxia people wearing short clothes and long shirts doing manual work.

More than a dozen coachmen are waiting in line for guests, and the idle and bored drivers are chatting casually.

At this time, another coachman in the distance came running with an empty car, he stopped on the side of the road, and greeted his peers next to him:

"Hey, brothers, you know what? Something big has happened to the Patrol Division! ”

His voice had a strong rustic flavor and a pompous tone, but these coachmen ate this set, and they shouted one after another:

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, what's wrong with the big brother?"

……

The coachman who had just come suddenly frowned and said:

"I've heard that the Patrol Division has been burned!"

The crowd burst into laughter, and the air was filled with the smell of joy:

"Haha! Burn well! ”

"Haha, those wolf barbarians, they deserve it!"

Some people laughed and cursed.

"Isn't it? I've heard that several of the Inspectors are dead! ”

The crowd who heard this was startled and silent, this is not the category that can be joked around.

The last coachman smiled mysteriously and continued:

"I'll tell you, the corpses of those sorcerers look miserable, and I heard that they are the evil law."

Everyone looked at him blankly, not daring to answer.

The man didn't care that there was no one to attend, and he continued:

"I told my brothers, someone in our dock area has been missing recently, and he was caught in the Patrol Division to kill those wolf barbarians and practice evil spells! I heard that those dog magicians practiced evil methods and went wrong, and they all died violently! ”

"This thing seems to have something to do with patrolling in the city, those black-skinned dogs have all made shrunken turtles, and they don't come out to patrol, I don't know what they're doing, otherwise I don't dare to say this to you."

At this time, the guests came, and many coachmen looked at this person blankly, not daring to speak.

He didn't care, he stood up and smiled:

"Hey, how many brothers don't solicit? You're welcome that brother. ”

With that, he let the guests get into the car, and without negotiating the price, he stared at the three wheels and ran away.

Only the many tricycle drivers behind him looked at each other.

"Really?"

They whispered.

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Overseas Business District, Patrol Bureau.

The two middle-aged patrols had just finished patrolling the streets and walked into the gate of the patrol bureau with exhaustion.

As soon as they entered the door, the two were shocked to find that many colleagues were honestly standing in line, and Zheng Fuli was standing in front of everyone to lecture.

The two glanced at each other and hurriedly stepped forward to merge into the large army.

At this time, Zheng Fuli didn't look at the two people who had just joined the team, and continued:

"That's right, you heard it right, the Red Turban Gang arrested a few days ago is actually your colleague, and the leader of the Red Turban Gang is the secret agent of our Jinmen Division, just to clean up those foolish people of the Xia clan who are not obedient to the teachings of my Great Chongguan Mansion."

The newcomers glanced at each other, their faces full of incredulity, and they immediately thought of what the old patrol Zhang Yuanqing, who had been declared a gangster mole, had said to them:

"Lao Yang Lao Li, how many years have we been friends and can we still lie to you? The Red Turbans are actually our colleagues! Don't be too rude to them, otherwise it won't look good in the future, and don't say it, keep it secret. ”

Many of the earlier patrols looked at each other, and some of them were secretly told by Zhang Yuanqing about the details of the Red Turban Gang, combined with Zheng Fuli's words, they immediately looked at each other and didn't dare to speak.

Zheng Fuli continued to speak a little sluggishly, telling all the things about how the Red Turban Gang made money and killed the Xia people, and the more the patrols listened, the more shocked they became, and when the boss exposed the shady scenes, he finally concluded:

"I am telling you these things because the government thinks that it is wrong to do so. Go and tell more people what I have said at once, for this is my command, and it will prove the determination of our great wolf barbarians to correct the wrongs of the past. ”

"And whatever the reaction of the people is, leave it alone; No matter what they say, don't stop them, let them vent their emotions after knowing the truth. ”

The patrolmen looked at Zheng Fuli blankly, feeling a strong sense of absurdity, and it was difficult to understand the order of this Great Chongliupin official.

When will the Great Chong of the wolf barbarians correct his mistakes because he went against the will of the people?

When will the iron-blooded Dachong tolerate the people venting their emotions?

The people's will is like iron, and the official law is like a furnace, which is the consistent attitude of the government.

Is this director crazy?

There are many old people in the many patrols, and they can be regarded as knowing a little bit of the unspoken rules of the government, and they dare to believe Zheng Fuli's orders.

"It doesn't work for me to talk, does it? Don't go yet! ”

Zheng Fuli roared.

The patrolmen were so frightened that they hurriedly walked out of the gate of the patrol bureau one by one according to the orders of their superiors.

When the patrol bureau was empty, the door of the director's office behind Zheng Fuli opened, and a woman in her thirties with dark yellow skin dressed in black Western-style women's clothes walked out.

This person is Chai Zhenye, the counselor of the Xinhan Embassy who concealed his true appearance.

She took out a sachet from the pocket of her clothes with her bare hands, put it in front of the nose of Zheng Fuli, who was standing sluggishly, and then squeezed it hard, and a little sweet fragrance came out, and was exhaled into her body by this Zheng Fuli.

The wolf barbarian director's eyes were dull and groggy, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was delirious.

Chai Zhenye put away the sachet and said to the tool man:

"You're tired, now go back to your room and sleep, you won't wake up until the evening."

Zheng Fuli muttered:

"I'm tired, now go back to the house and sleep, I won't wake up until the evening."

Then the man staggered back to the director's office as if he had lost his soul, and closed the door with a "bang".

The Warlocks of the Great Chong Patrol were all dead, and no one could counter the spells she cast.

All it takes is a little psychic medicine and a little mana to make this mortal bureaucrat act according to her wishes.

This is the transcendent.

Mortals have no power to resist the transcendent, neither in mind nor in body.

Therefore, the transcendent, whether strong or weak, must become the ruling class of society.

Chai Zhenye showed a smile and walked out of the patrol bureau quickly.