Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 921: 565. Cultural and Artistic Performance

“By the way, Jindai Yunhe’s new mechanical limb contains a directional subsonic weapon,” Jindai Yunlo said with a smile, then got up and left, leaving Qing Chen alone in the Black Swan Restaurant, waiting for those drunkards to sober up…

Qing Chen murmured to himself, “After drinking, people leave gracefully, and I still have to wait for the drunkards here. What is this all about!”

The 22nd city is destined to be sleepless tonight.

Past citywide searches have never been as exaggerated as today. After the Garrison Forces sealed off each district, field troops were immediately called in from outside the city to start searching the entire Lower Third District.

But this is destined to be a futile search.

Searching the slums is thankless work. This area is home to 50% of the city’s population, and many people don’t even have electronic identity beacons; they’re mostly undocumented.

If there is a strict investigation of outsiders, half the people in the slums would be arrested.

So, they can only bring in all the crime syndicate leaders for questioning and instruct them to conduct their own strict investigations of suspicious individuals.

In the large conference room of the PCE Security Committee, Zhang Qinghuan sat leisurely among a group of syndicate bosses, not yet realizing what the ongoing situation had to do with him.

After all, why would something so big involve them?

As the saying goes, “A man with a clear conscience fears no shadow,” Zhang Qinghuan wasn’t nervous at all.

The conference room door opened, and a middle-aged man in military uniform stood before everyone.

A syndicate boss went over: “Sir, we’ve met before…”

Before he could finish speaking, the officer kicked him several meters away, leaving him on the ground coughing blood.

Everyone present immediately tensed up, sensing that something major was underway!

The middle-aged officer spoke coldly, “You’ve all heard about today’s incident. I’m giving you an 8-hour deadline; each of you is to bring me eight suspicious targets. Don’t gather civilians to fudge the numbers. I want those who are truly dangerous criminals, understood?”

Usually, the perpetrators have some connection to these people, whose intelligence is also the most well-informed and can always yield something in interrogation.

But when the syndicate bosses heard this, they realized it was still the same old inspection methods; it was manageable.

Zhang Qinghuan was even happier when he heard this.

There were seven dangerous criminals and a thief hanging outside the Pigeon Cage Building; this fit perfectly with the task!

Just right for completing the assignment.

In fact, the PCE Security Management Committee doesn’t like dealing with the slum issues for a reason.

Cases related to this place are always murky and impossible to clear up.

The best solution is to let the lowest-level syndicates gather people to fool them, and they in turn fool their superiors, keeping things running as usual.

Out of ten cases, eight are imposed confessions as long as bonuses aren’t disrupted.

This system looks prosperous on the surface but is already gradually rotting from the bottom.

So, once the Parents’ Meeting system is established, they can actually accomplish things that even the PCE cannot.

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In front of the Pigeon Cage Building, Zhang Mengchan sat on the steps from night until morning.

In the past, he wouldn’t dare to stay out alone at night and would have hidden in an unoccupied room inside the building.

But now it’s different, the front of the Pigeon Cage Building is brightly lit, and the security team of the art collective patrols, so no one dares to commit crimes here.

At daybreak, the figure he awaited finally appeared.

Qing Chen walked over slowly, stuffed a brown paper bag into the young boy’s hands, “Here, eat it quickly, there are twelve buns inside, they shouldn’t have cooled.”

Saying this, he headed upstairs again.

Zhang Mengchan followed at Qing Chen’s side, hesitating for a long time but not asking anything.

Only after entering the room did he speak, “Boss, the commotion in the city, was it caused by you? I heard a major figure from Jindai was assassinated, and although not dead, gravely injured.”

Qing Chen glanced at him, “Don’t ask so much… tell Lao Luo I’ve returned, and remember, only tell him.”

Zhang Mengchan said nothing else, he already knew the answer in his heart.

Such a fierce boss suddenly mentioning more important matters, followed by such an event in the city, it’s clear to Zhang Mengchan who the doer is.

Meanwhile, on the Federation’s network, videos of Qing Chen’s battle with Jindai Yunhe were gradually circulating, filmed by residents near the battlefield in District Five, in various versions.

The figures of the two intertwined, even the currently powerful dynamic capture capabilities of phone cameras could not clearly capture what exactly happened.

All people could see were their blurred shadows in the frame, and in the pure, ferocious hand-to-hand combat, each punch and kick collided thunderously.

Finally, the distant sniper shot accompanied by Jindai Yunhe’s severe injury ended the video.

Zhang Mengchan silently glanced at the video on his old mobile phone, which he’d bought second-hand from someone, the screen cracked like a spiderweb.

How impressive.

The young boy sighed, he actually wanted to borrow Xiao Qi’s phone to watch the videos one by one completely.

“Boss, you said I can’t follow your path, is it because of my eyes?” Zhang Mengchan asked sharply.

Qing Chen was silent for a moment, “Yes.”

After speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.