"Oh, alright."

The staff tapped the keyboard, sent over a message, and didn't forget to send it to Cheng Ye too.

"The debt has been paid off, so what about my battle armor? Those 2800 points aren't enough for you to sell it to me, right?"

"Viscoelastic bomb, yes, I haven't detonated that thing yet, you can recover it, right?"

All three debts were settled, yet Cheng Ye in the screen became even more excited.

The First Elder couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up abruptly and pushed the staff aside: "Connect me with the communication!"

"Elder, the rules don't allow you to directly..."

"I'm not an Elder, I am you."

The old man snatched the terminal, his fingers pressed heavily on the communication button, and his hoarse voice exploded through the microphone:

"Hmm?"

"Cheng Ye, I can waive the contribution points for the battle armor and the viscoelastic bomb and gift them to you."

"Thank you so much, I knew you were a good person, thank you for supporting the work of the Inspector. The people in the Buffer Zone will remember you."

"But I have a request, only after you complete it..."

The Elder's voice paused, "It's not a simple request. Do you want to hear it first?"

A few seconds passed.

On the other side of the microphone, there was only static noise, and no voice came for a while.

The Elder frowned, and the staff cautiously approached, "Elder, he... seems to have hung up..."

"What?"

The three of them were simultaneously shocked and angry. It was the first time in Happiness City that someone had dared to voluntarily hang up on them.

Do they have a death wish?

"Force the connection back, put it on speaker, and make him listen properly!"

"Yes!"

Ding.

"Hmm? Is there anything else?"

"Cheng Ye, listen closely, if you want your debt waived, then do the job for me!"

The First Elder heavily knocked on the table, "I will allocate repair funds to the Celestial Essence Community. You will oversee the work, manage the accounts, and whatever materials you need, I'll ensure they are prioritized at the market price. But there's a condition... If after it's done, half the community is envious of Celestial Essence, the armor money is fully waived, or else it will be deducted from your salary in installments!"

"Boss, it depends on how much you allocate. If it's just a few hundred points, how am I supposed to repair anything?"

"Boss?"

The Elder couldn't help but chuckle, "Kid, after so many years, even your dad hasn't dared call me that. Even Ding Yishan comes to me honestly, yet you dare call me that?"

He paused, but didn't comment further on this address. Instead, his tone rose,

"Listen, I'll allocate twenty thousand contribution points, is that enough?"

"Then... may I skim a little?"

"Get lost!"

The call was hung up again, sweat streaming down the staff's forehead.

Luckily, this time it was the Elder who hung up. He stood up, flicked his sleeves, and said indifferently,

"Let's go. Today's events, keep them to yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the command room suddenly dropped, and the thermometer on the wall instantly plummeted to below zero, directly dropping to -20 degrees.

Everyone's necks simultaneously felt icy, as if an ice dagger was pressed against their throats, nodding hurriedly like pounding garlic.

Seeing that everyone was frightened, the Elder smiled again, and the indoor temperature quickly returned to normal.

"This kid... seems interesting. It looks like there's finally some hope for that mess at the inspection station."

"What if the Extraordinary Faction stirs up trouble with his status?"

"I haven't made a move in over ten years, I'm not dead yet, and they have fewer people than us, make a move?"

The First Elder shook his neck, "Give him some time. If he's truly capable within three to five years, let him take the position of station chief. I can't stand the mess in the Buffer Zone for another day."

"Indeed, Ding Yishan and Harlem have been fighting for so many years. If it weren't for the City Lord's oversight, I'd really want to punch those two bastards to death."

"Don't lose your temper, if Liu Kun hears it, he's sure to run to the Deputy City Lord to complain."

"Haha, when Cheng Long ambushed the City Lord, why didn't he go complain then?"

The three elders stood up, bluntly joking with each other, making the surrounding people feel chills down their spines.

Fortunately, while the crowd's business skills might not be the best in Happiness City, their ability to keep secrets was honed well before entering this place.

After the Elders' figures disappeared around the corridor corner, the person in charge, who had been obedient as a chick just moments before, suddenly stood up, his gaze like an eagle sweeping over the entire room:

"I don't want to hear anyone mentioning today's events, understood?"

"Understood!"

...

Zone B-7.

At 4:50 AM, the night was as thick as impenetrable ink.

Just as Cheng Ye was getting drowsy, three armored cars finally drove up.

The vehicles were covered in dark brown blood, showing they battled their way through.

The cars came to a stop.

Four squads, twenty-eight people got out, three squads' muzzles quickly locked onto surrounding buildings, and the other squad escorted four white-coated researchers directly to the fusion body Zhang Can lying on the ground.

"Brothers, it's been hard work. This fusion body isn't ordinary; the higher-ups have specifically requested it."

"Inspector Cheng, don't worry. We're afraid of the live ones; how could the dead ones scare us?"

The researchers lowered themselves, wearing gloves and rummaging around, seemingly checking something.

After a while, they took out a cutting tool and skillfully cut the source of the infection from the head of the fusion body.

Compared to the usual infected body, the infection source of an Advanced Fusion Body was as large as a fist.

Although Zhang Can, the host, had already died, the Starfish infection source still slightly wriggled in the air, covered with a dense, vein-like pattern that made one's skin crawl.

"Perfect! The vitality is well-preserved!"

The four of them had a fervent glow in their eyes as they carefully placed the source of the infection into a specially made metal containment box, and as the lid closed, a low hum came from inside.

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