Back in the present, the goblin merchant Scratch's expression is a mixture of fear and despair, his hands are forcefully pulled behind his back, and the commandos around him are fixing his movements.

Their movements are skillful and swift, showing good training and teamwork.

Before Skrage could react and resist, one of the commandos quickly put on a pair of miniature reality anchor handcuffs.

This high-tech restraint device is not only a physical restriction, but also a measure to prevent the detainee from using any possible thaumaturgical or paranormal skills.

The handcuffs bypassed the goblin merchant's rough skin, emitting a slight mechanical sound and a glowing light indicating that it had been activated, securely immobilizing the cunning goblin merchant.

Click-

As the miniature reality anchor handcuffs were tightly clasped over Scratch Dirty Paw's hands, a strange and intense sensation immediately filled his entire existence. He felt a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt before, as if his body had been hollowed out, and the emptiness from the inside out made him panic.

The feeling was so intense that Skratch felt like his body no longer belonged to him.

He struggled, tried to regain his lost strength, but every attempt was like a mud cow into the sea, with no response.

His limbs were as heavy as lead, and every tiniest movement required all his strength, and the result of these efforts was only more profound powerlessness and despair.

What terrified Scratch even more was that this feeling of powerlessness was accompanied by a deep sense of emptiness, and he felt his inner energy being withdrawn little by little.

So, the goblin's instinct began to erupt, and he let out a painful wail, his voice full of panic and despair, begging for mercy from the Bright Moon Rabbit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there must be some misunderstanding in this, I am absolutely innocent, I am a five-star good citizen of Hell's Kitchen!"

The surrounding commandos were unmoved by his pleas.

One of the team members was even more ruthless and decisive, and when Scratch's wail rang out, he did not hesitate to smack Skrage on the back of the head with the butt of his assault rifle.

Knock –

The blow was meant to shut up Skrage, and his voice was low and powerful, with a low rebuke:

"Be honest!"

This simple but direct action and rebuke immediately brought Scrats's wailing to an abrupt halt, and he curled up in pain, apparently tormented by the pain of the butt of the assault rifle hitting the back of the head.

"Zero Forty, be friendly to our Hell's Kitchen five-star citizens." Bright Moon Rabbit pretended to reprimand the team members, "Don't leave a bad impression on our five-star citizens - this will make them think that we are some kind of authoritarian body that violently enforces the law." ”

The Bright Moon Rabbit slowly crouched down, at the same level as the embarrassed Scratch Dirty Paw on the ground.

"Mr. Five-Star Citizen, I should have seen it from the Municipal Affairs Bureau. What are your thoughts on the content of the briefing? ”

"I ...... Of course, I've seen it, and it's a great blessing that Hell's Kitchen has a city council like this, and that the Hell's Kitchen has an authority like this. The goblin merchant grinned reluctantly, his answer trembling slightly.

"Yes." A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Bright Moon Rabbit, "Since you think it's a blessing, why do you want to go against us against the rules of the Municipal Affairs Bureau." ”

"No, I have absolutely no intention of going against the Authority, against the Municipal Council!" The goblin merchant shook his head frantically.

"So can you tell me why you're selling contraband? Where are these contraband outlets? Who are your upper and lower families? Where do you trade? Where is the real mastermind behind it? The Bright Moon asked a series of questions to the goblin merchant.

"There must be some misunderstanding in this! Sir, what a great good citizen! The goblin merchant cried with a sad face, "You have to believe me, I never do anything unlawful, I ...... The medicines I bought were all transferred to me from other people, I didn't know they were contraband, and the misunderstanding was really big! ”

"yes, misunderstanding." The Bright Moon Rabbit sneered, and she gestured to the other team member on the side.

The team members nodded at the Bright Moon Rabbit, then took out a small space capsule from their arms, and pressed it casually, the capsule opened, and the contents came out.

It was a potion that the goblin merchant was all too familiar with, and looking at the familiar potion, Scratch's whole face instantly turned pale.

He had just sold it today, and he didn't expect it to appear in front of him again in such a way so soon.

Bright Moon took the potion, her movements deliberately slowing down to make sure Skrage could see every detail clearly.

She gently shook the potion in front of the goblin merchant, and then said calmly:

"The pharmaceutical ingredients in this have been inspected by the laboratory department of our administration, and there are many non-compliant things in this pharmacy.

In modern medicine, regular emetics do not contain antimony, but the antimony in your potion has seriously exceeded the standard, which is much more serious than the antimony potassium tartar that has been eliminated.

It stands to reason that after taking this dose of medicine, normal people have long vomited and diarrhea to the point of wanting to die, and they have no desire to repurchase. But your potion is not only as simple as a large amount of antimony, it also contains two extraordinary materials, soul salt crystals and night vines, the combination of the two plus a large amount of antimony elements and special alchemy techniques, you can synthesize a special potion full of hallucinogenic and addictive properties, if this potion is combined with a specific occult ritual......"

The Bright Moon Rabbit gestured with his eyes to the team members who had used the butts of their guns before, and the team members nodded in understanding, and without hesitation, took more direct action, forcefully ripping open the mouth of the terrified goblin merchant.

As the commando's rough fingers gripped Scradge Dirty Paw's chin tightly and forcibly opened his mouth, a sense of panic and fear instantly filled every nerve ending of the goblin merchant.

His lips were rudely stretched out, his teeth were reluctantly exposed, and this physical assault made him feel extremely humiliated and helpless.

Horn –

With a crisp "horn", the sieve of the potion was opened, and the air was filled with tension.

Scratche's eyes widened, filled with panic and disbelief. When he saw the potion in the Bright Moon Rabbit's hand slowly approaching his mouth, his pupils constricted, and an unprecedented fear surged in his heart.

"Woooooooo

The poor goblin merchant tried to shake his head and struggle, but every slight movement of his body was firmly stopped by the hand that clenched his chin.

His breathing became rapid, each inhale carrying the weight of despair, the air seemed to become dense and impenetrable in his throat, and the fear in his heart reached its peak in the face of the calm and resolute movements of the rabbit-eared woman.

Bright Moon looked at the goblin merchant, her eyes revealing a hint of coldness, and she presented him with a calm and unquestioning tone of the emetic test report on biological subjects.

"Do you know the consequences of your potion? First of all, strong vomiting causes the body to lose fluids so quickly that it doesn't take long for the person to be too weak to stand up due to severe lack of water. Her words were clear and direct, and every word sounded like a pounding on Skratche's heart.

"Moreover, the ingredients in this thing can also confuse people's nervous system, make people see things that don't exist, believe in them, and feel like they are living in their own fantasies." There was a chilling calmness in her tone.

"If you don't stop using it, or use it too much at a time, your body's function will decline, and you won't even have the most basic ability to resist germs, and if you continue like this, you will get sick at least and ...... at worst."

The Bright Moon Rabbit deliberately didn't finish, letting the suspense hover in the air, deepening the fear in Scrats's heart.

"In the long run, vital organs such as the liver and kidneys will be permanently damaged. Come to think of it, is it worth it for the pleasure of the moment? ”

The goblin merchant's tongue has nowhere to rest in his mouth, and saliva unconsciously gathers but is difficult to swallow due to nervousness.

When the suspended droplets were already suspended along the inner wall of the test tube at the mouth of the bottle, his eyes were wide and full of panic.

Drops –

The droplets fell downward, and he was finally completely crushed by fear.

A pungent smell came from his lower body, and the drop of liquid was held by the Bright Moon Rabbit in mid-air, and where no one else could see, her retina flashed the following suspended text.

[Personality status has been broken!] 】

Yes, all the actions and words just now were premeditated and targeted.

The big data model of the think tank and the cold execution style of the burial team - the two are a perfect match.

At this moment, Scratche's body reacted instinctively under extreme mental stress - he was scared to pee.

This act is not only a direct response to his body's fear, but also the most obvious manifestation of his inner panic and helplessness.

Before the eyes of the Bright Moon Rabbit and the commandos, Sclatch lost the last of his dignity, his body began to tremble, his soaked pants were especially noticeable in the dim light, and the air was filled with embarrassment and humiliation.

Even if it is just the prototype of the burial team, the members of the task force led by the Bright Moon Rabbit have all the characteristics of the elite team of the burial agency.

The Inquisition is terrified by its extremely brutal killing methods; The burial mechanism is feared by the aliens with its ruthless and ruthless style.

The burial authorities don't need aliens to believe in the dogma of the kingdom of heaven, they just need to make the aliens fear the kingdom of heaven - fear forges authority.

"Take it down for interrogation, and upload the backup of the intelligence after the interrogation to the Authority's database for the think tank to process." The Bright Moon Rabbit said to the subordinates on the side.

"Yes!" The two members dragged the dead dog-like goblin merchant into the corner and began to question.

Next to the two of them, two small round balls also appeared, that is, mechanical butlers.

It's just that these two small balls of theirs are not as characteristic and personalized as the small balls of the Bright Moon Rabbit, and they are just pure whiteboard mechanical butlers.

The Bright Moon Rabbit simply watched as the goblin merchant was dragged into a corner, and then his gaze fell on his mechanical butler.

"Rabbit, show mission progress."

The little ball, which the moon rabbit had named as a rabbit, had an electronic expression of disgust, apparently unhappy with the simple and crude name, but it still followed its master's orders and began its mission.

The mechanical screen on its body shimmered, revealing the details of the mission itinerary template, giving her a clear guide to what to do.

Her "main quest" above is to clean up the occult of Hell's Kitchen, the [Emetic Urger].

-- Quest progress --

Reminder: The progress report has been synced to the Director's Command Terminal!

Current Phase 1: Arrest of Seller Scratchi Dirty Paws

Status: Completed.

Next Stage:

Ask for the appropriate point of sale (under investigation)

Persons Involved (Under Investigation-)

Trafficking organizations (under investigation-)

…………

Current Commander (Director) Appointment: None.

The task is being timed——

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"The second phase is coming to an end, and it doesn't take more than 24 hours." The moon rabbit glanced at his rabbit ears, and the time display on the mechanical butler said secretly in his heart.

After receiving the task of the director today, she immediately began to select team members.

Born into a family of Oletin soldiers, Bright Moon Rabbit is a mature warrior who has experienced the bloody suppression of the Empire and participated in the liberation movement of [Mobile City: Utopia].

She is very reliable, and the team she has assembled are all operatives who have worked with her in the past, can obey her orders, and have the same military qualities.

So it didn't take her long to build the prototype of the commando, and then she immediately started the municipal cleaning campaign.

The goblin merchant was not found by chance.

***********

As the last rays of twilight faded below the horizon, night descended like a huge black curtain, enveloping Hell's Kitchen in darkness.

Bang bang bang –

After a few dull gunshots, two members of the commando team tasked with interrogating the goblin merchant Scratch Dirty Paw, carrying the information they had just obtained from the dark corner, stepped out of the dark corner.

Their figures stretched out under the dim streetlights until they came to the captain, the Bright Moon Rabbit, and gave a military salute to indicate that their mission was accomplished.

The mechanical butler beside the Bright Moon Rabbit was also active at this time.

Its robotic arm moves lightly, spitting out a blue curtain frame, which stands out in the night and is full of technology.

The Bright Moon Rabbit reached out and gently pinched the curtain frame with her fingertips, then slid her index finger lightly and began to take a closer look at the contents.

The curtain box shows the intel that her team members have just received from Skratch, including some key clues, the characters involved, and a possible next course of action. Bright Moon Rabbit's eyes swept quickly over the curtain frame, and a thoughtful look appeared on her face from time to time, apparently comparing and analyzing this information with her previous judgment and plan.

The Goblin Trader has produced a lot of very useful information, especially about [the vomiter].

After the fall of New York, many of the city's electrical facilities were completely paralyzed, and the sinking area of the Addison government entered a brief period of darkness, during which a mysterious occult group quietly arose, calling themselves "vomiters".

This occult community believed that by purifying the body, especially by inducing vomiting, the soul could be purified and spiritual ascension and understanding of higher knowledge could be achieved. They see antimony as a sacred elixir and as a bridge between the material world and the spiritual realm.

The emetic believes that the human and flesh-and-blood souls are polluted by the impurities of the material world, and that only by purifying the body can the soul be freed and in touch with the ultimate truth of the universe.

They tried to do this by using an emetic agent made of antimony-filled with ritual consumption and a subsequent purification process. This process is seen by them as the rebirth of the soul, the gateway to the path of wisdom and revelation.

The ritual of a purging person is usually performed in a hidden chamber or at a reveler's event, and involves a series of complex symbolic actions, including but not limited to chanting, meditation, and taking elixirs.

After experiencing the purification of vomiting, participants participate in sessions to share their observations, believing that this experience will bring about soul purification and spiritual upliftment.

In this process, antimony is not endowed with a deep symbolic meaning. They believe that antimony is closely linked to the cycle of death and rebirth, and can help believers gain insight into the true meaning of life.

Antimony is a sacred substance that leads to spiritual purification and enlightenment.

There are currently seven types of internal structure of the [Emetic One] - High Mentor, Antimony Warlock, Ritual Master, Four Liquid Mentor, Potions Researcher, Squire, Communicator, etc.

The goblin merchant is the communicator, this is a very special position, he does not involve the core, and he is not even very clear about the basic situation of the inner secrets of the occult.

The communicator is more like a propaganda medium for the occult to pay for, at least from the mouth of the goblin merchant, there are only two other occult members who are related to him.

Both men are of various races, but both are members of the [vomiters].

The goblin merchants bought their goods from these two people, and they bought them in one place, the "Secret Whisper Square".

Located at the junction of 48th Street and 9th Avenue, the plaza is currently only known to some of the aliens living in Hell's Kitchen, and all people in the plaza are subject to a discriminatory default rule - humans and dogs are not allowed.

They also put the rules in the most conspicuous place in the square, and whenever the aliens passed by the place, they would stop and watch, and then tacitly show a bright smile.

According to the personal belongings and information looted from the Goblin Traders, entering the Whisper Square requires completing a special ritual called the "Whisper Opening Ceremony".

(End of chapter)