How Am I Still Alive?-Chapter 1329 - 1315: Cleaning Up

"Open up! Special Service Bureau!"

When the uniformed Black Whirlwind entered the black market, everyone was dumbfounded.

Historically, only a few special agents would enter the steam factory unless there was a significant criminal case, and they were usually undercover.

This was not just about disguising to avoid startling the snake, but also a sort of unspoken agreement, or what some might call "mutual respect" between powers. If you’re coming down here every day cracking down on crime, how am I supposed to run my illegal businesses?

"Have those uniformed dogs gone mad? Aren’t they afraid of retaliation?"

"Note down their names and faces, damn it!"

This is the unwritten rule both "officials" and "gangs" adhere to: I won’t completely eradicate your black market, and you’ll simply "hide" and "run." Generally, there won’t be retaliation against the law enforcers themselves or their families.

"Since the Bureau of Anomaly Management crossed the line first, don’t blame us..."

Whether it’s "killing cops" or "taking down the black market," both are acts that disrupt the balance and are bound to provoke a war.

When that happens, the turmoil will last at least a few months, with each side losing people until one side can no longer bear it, and then it will stop...

"The last time a new deputy director from the Bureau came, haha, his skull is still in the Old Overlord’s collection."

And unlike what you see on the news or television, the actual victor of these "wars" is very likely not the officials.

On one hand, it’s because it’s easier for the criminals with extraordinary abilities to seek revenge on society, making it difficult for the citizens to get adequate security. On the other hand, these criminals truly have "connections" behind them.

But this time, it was slightly different...

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, the man who had just uttered a vicious curse was yanked out by a chain from the teahouse on the second floor.

The unfortunate soul crashed through the wall and tumbled onto the street, his face covered in blood.

"’Blood Boots’ You Xiangjin, convicted of three murders..."

The young man in the uniform floated silently, his eyes completely closed.

"You bastard, your grandpa I..."

Seems like he still had the strength to curse angrily?

"Death penalty."

The calm judgement was pronounced the moment in the sky, the one still uttering obscenities, was a deceased with a bloody head.

Lu Ping’an withdrew his bloodied fingers and looked towards his next target.

His expressionless eyes scanned left and right, having already seen through the barriers of walls.

Once Lu Ping’an locked on to the "vibration" of a target, distance and obstacles meant nothing.

He floated toward what seemed like an ordinary porridge shop.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp sound of cutting air was the first wave of sharp weapons from the assassins.

From the alley on the left, the rooftop to the upper right, the drain underfoot... When assassins cloaked in shadow cloaks struck simultaneously, the young law enforcer seemed to be in dire straits.

This was the local Black Gang’s trump card, a sure-kill technique formed by three third-tier assassins, truly unstoppable.

"Snap!"

The young man simply opened his right hand slowly but deliberately, a small golden flame blossomed on it.

"Attacking a police officer..."

"Buzz!"

The golden flame suddenly exploded, leaving only three burning charred bodies on the ground, beside him, above his head,

"....Death penalty."

Lu Ping’an didn’t even bother to look at the struggles of the dead. He merely stretched out his finger and touched the wall of the porridge shop.

"’Puppet’ Duan Yu, convicted of rape, live human experiments...."

When the teenager’s fingers touched the wall, the once ordinary house suddenly became draped in a layer of white light.

"Boom!"

Bystanders faintly heard sounds of collision within the house, along with a man’s cries of terror. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

It seemed the original hiding place had instantly turned into a solid prison.

"...death-penalty."

The judge calmly announced what appeared to be the only sentence of the day, and then the house suddenly "came alive".

The house itself began to twist and turn, a two-story building becoming shorter and slimmer. Amid screams and pounding sounds, it gradually shrank and curled up, eventually transforming into a pillar resembling solid stone.

The people inside? The screams had long since ceased.

Perhaps, those blood-stained handprints on the shattered window fragments were his last traces.

"’Overlord’..."

As the floating teenager was surrounded, another warrant floated up around him, which in the eyes of others, was likely the notebook of the Death God.

How strong was he? Probably so strong that the gangs and villains here couldn’t comprehend, strong enough that no criminal could last ten seconds in his hands...

"Captain Lu, Captain Lu, it’s me..."

As Lu Ping’an’s list of warrants was being greatly reduced (cases closed), someone was escorting a group of seasoned criminals past him.

Among them, there were people he knew... at least, those he had dealt with before.

"Captain Lu, you should consider, we are from the Blood Feast..."

"Bang!"

Brains splattered all over, the youth retracted his index finger, calmly looked at the prisoners in front of him, then spoke to the special agents.

"In this critical period, we are limited in human resources. For those who are uncooperative, who intimidate the police, who resist violently, just kill them and then file the report."

Having said that, he paid no mind to the prisoners terrified to death, and Lu Ping’an directly drifted towards his next target.

On the neighboring street, a battle seemed to be unfolding, with resistance occurring...

"Open the door, special agents."

Following that was the echo of a forced entry.

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"Once it’s done, don’t leave room for regret."

"If you plan to provide complete security to this city, don’t worry too much about whether the methods are legal..."

"Clean up all the consequences, tidy up the house afterwards. Such an opportunity will only come once. Thinking of the folks of our hometown, kill them mercilessly..."

As usual, when Xia Qin put forth the "target", Lu Ping’an, who was pulled in to work overtime, presented the "executive plan"... Unluckily, most of the time Xia Qin’s goals and Lu Ping’an’s wishes basically overlapped.

If everything progressed smoothly, the one to take the blame, to be accountable for everything, would still be supposed to be Team Captain Xia.

However, this time, if there were a failure, it might be a disaster for the entire Bureau of Anomaly Management, too heavy a burden to bear.

"Sixth Avenue, killed a Decree-level... Specially hired combatant Ms. Hua Xueyi is inquiring about the next target."

"The gangs at Jade Dragon City Fortress have been cleared, some contraband needs to be retrieved from there."

"Team member Xue En has located a cultist sacrifice site... found several officials and tycoons there, inquiring about how to handle this... Okay, no need to handle it, they’re all dead."

This time, the "Blitz Ancient City" plan was drafted and executed by the whimsically cruel Lu Ping’an.

The return of those from Rebirth Business Group was an unforeseen event, and aside from a very few concerned, it’s unlikely that these local forces could get related intelligence... even if they knew, they’d never imagine it had anything to do with them.

So, naturally, they took advantage of their unpreparedness and swept all those "trash" out.

There’s only one chance to reshuffle; after today, everyone has to bear tremendous pressures... but since so, why not take advantage of absolute combat power, eradicate the issues, and give the Ancient City a decade of peace?

As for the local grey and white forces, will they react excessively as a warning to others? Will it cause a domino effect?

"Almost double-digit Rule-levels killing in this city? Crazy, you ask me whether to act? Dare to act? Do not dare to stir!"