National Juggernaut

Chapter 342
"Wu Sir, this suit suits you very well, you look like a human being."

"You're not bad, Zheng SiR, you didn't know that when the logistics team found me a uniform, you almost burst into tears. It seems that there are not many demihumans with my size these days."

"No, there are not many Asians these days, and even fewer can get into public office. There are almost no people who look like you and can get a police badge. She is probably afraid that you will eat her in one bite."

Next to the brand new police car, two "young policemen" who had just received their uniforms joked with each other, but also quickly exchanged the news they had just received.

Zheng Li was wearing a police uniform with his sleeves and epaulettes neatly buttoned up. His clothes were neat and his police weapons were put where they should be.

Wu Sanjun is so muscular that he almost opened his clothes, his hat and police badge are all in a mess, his sleeves are pulled up to his elbows, and he is still circling with handcuffs on his hands, which is an obvious image of a bad police officer.

"Just this thing, can be crushed with one hand, can it hold people?"

"Now there should be no four spirits, and naturally there is no sword master. Except for reforming warriors, they are ordinary people. Be careful, don't hurt people, or we will not be able to do things well."

Ah Wu became more and more confused. Ordinary people, aren’t they all the sword masters with the lowest edge?What is the state of a human being without a spiritual blade at all?
During the previous test, he also turned on the baton and gave himself an electric shock. He shook his head immediately, but felt a little numb. This level of electric shock can be completely ignored.

"Don't think about it, the armed forces here are basically no threat to us, let alone the people over there. What we really need is actually just..."

"A homicide occurred on Seventh Avenue. A woman about 30 years old was killed. The surrounding police officers heard."

The police car's intercom transmitted the latest police situation.

Zheng Li quickly flipped through the map, Seventh Avenue?I don't seem to be far away.

"Patrol car No. 331 is nearby, you can call the police."

Zheng Li responded directly to the call from the other side, got into the car and hung up the police lights, ready to go to the scene to dispatch the police.

This is the reason why they put on this skin. What profession and channel are more likely to receive all kinds of unimaginable cases than the police.

"To put it bluntly, this city is hopeless."

Just this morning, Zheng Li was still talking like this with his companions.

From the patchwork of news and historical information, at least a vague understanding of what happened in this city. Many foreigners attacked this city at the same time.

This is still Mercury (Earth), protected by the rules of the world, and the space readings are too stable. But after a few days, this place will become the most vulnerable place in the middle space. The high-dimensional gods directly intervene in the battlefield.

Want to save the city?Even if there is a glimmer of hope, it will be too late.

Zheng Li was able to guess this point before, thanks to the reminder given by the task box, telling himself that the survival of his party is to help the war outside.

And I also asked myself, when is the beginning of all disintegration.

[The moment of the end has already begun. 】

Undoubtedly, what should have happened has happened, or is happening.

".This is already a rotten ship with countless holes. It is destined to sink. No, it has sunk in history, so you must distinguish the difference between fact and fantasy, and don't do stupid things. Our task is to Fill in as many holes as you can, pour out a little more water, and make the boat sink a little slower."

The order is clear, but it is cumbersome to execute.

If there was only one person or one event that caused all this to happen, it would be enough to focus on that joint node. If the Autumn Festival wants to make any changes, it can only take action on that key node.

"At least 20 races from outside the region intervene at the same time. There are cultists and rape inside, and powerful enemies outside. They are lurking in a certain corner of the city, leading everything to happen, and there will definitely be space shocks."

In this working environment, Li Jia and Wu Sanjun smiled knowingly when they heard this. They are familiar with this, and the interior of Shiqian City is not the same.

You want to attract foreigners and create a space shock?Should there be sacrifices, rituals, space coordinates and so on? The cultists also have to jump off the Great God, and the Great God over there also has to leave some tokens to complete a series of ritual conditions. It’s just a random word, the whole The world has entered another world, so there is no need to play.

As a result, the working idea is simpler, put on the skin first, and then pull the troublesome things into the rhythm that I am used to.

After a few hours, several veterans in Zheng Li's group put on the skin. Of course, the process was not legal at all.

Having that official identity certificate does not mean that you can change jobs if you want to. It will take a long time and approval procedures. Therefore, the chief of a certain police station suddenly had something to do with his family, so he took a period of bereavement leave and signed a Some transfer orders made some demobilized soldiers become front-line patrol officers.

This is obviously not very compliant, but even if someone wants to report the director for favoritism, he has to wait for him to come back, or find him who went fishing first.

Since this is the complete "real world", such behavior will be exposed sooner or later, but Zheng Li reckons that by then, this skin will be meaningless.

Even if there seems to be a problem with the flow of time here, Zheng Li estimates that it won't last until the third day.

".Is it another spontaneous combustion ceremony?"

"Well, it should be some cultist, using the sacrificed soul as a space beacon. The body is not cold, and it hasn't gone far. Let's kill him and slow down the process of destruction."

Putting down the unrecognizable charred corpse, Zheng Li could easily drive to the next destination while whistling.

10 minutes later, he cornered the cultist at a pharmacy, and that was it.

For a cultist without any physical transformation or special abilities, in front of a sword master like Zheng Li, even escape is an impossible luxury.

"Has he been home?"

"Yes, but it doesn't seem to be in our jurisdiction, nor in Li Jia's jurisdiction."

The murderer was caught, and Zheng Li didn't report back to his superiors, he just dealt with it on the spot and watched the corpse turn into nothingness, and then disappeared without a trace, perhaps, this is the only unreal thing here.

"Dead people, is there no need to waste computing power? It seems that the fight between the Prophet and Qiuri is still very hard."

Zheng Li shook his head, while searching for the specific address of the murderer's family, he listened to the police communication equipment around him.

In a sense, he already has an advantage in intelligence. Without his own intelligence support, the Peace Corps would not be able to carry out such a comprehensive search and investigation work.

The source of my own information should have been the top secret of mankind. Zeus built Shiqian City back then. He was the advocate and core member of the entire hunting god's construction of the city. It would be strange if he didn't know the conditions for building the city.

And after arranging the final city building ceremony, he began to prepare for his second awakening ceremony. On the premise of not affecting the success rate of Shi Qiancheng, he stole part of the soul for the second awakening ceremony of abilities. This kind of thing can only be carefully calculated by yourself, and it is strange if you are not an expert.

And because this past event is the last memory, and it is the most regrettable and unforgettable thing, it has also appeared in Zheng Li's dreams countless times. Combining the existing information, it is really not difficult to restore the sevens and eights.

Once the goal is determined, the strategy is naturally laid out.

The Peace Corps is divided into various action groups, searching for intelligence and performing the work of hunters in different fields, and slowing down the arrival of the end as much as possible.

As for whether there are other work arrangements, at least Zheng Li did not say at the meeting.

"Shusha, we need helpers"

And in the communicator, it was Li Jia's voice that came out. Zheng Li was not surprised but happy. It seemed that there was a big fish.

The veterans from the Ministry of Internal Affairs were wearing police uniforms. Zheng Li was in the same group as Wu Sanjun, and Li Jia was in the same group as Torano Ichisaki. Although after the lottery, Li Jia's expression was quite desperate.

But this time is not the time to maintain balance. Zheng Li really needs a helper compared to some guys who may be holding back.

The police lights blared, and the accelerator was pressed to the bottom, Zheng Li insisted on turning the police car into a racing car.

　Well, adjust the update time, make sure of your work and rest, try to have a chapter at noon and a chapter at night, I don’t know how long I can stick to it.
　　Well, there are still two more chapters to be added, and I will make up as soon as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)