Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Zombies

Shouldn't it?

I myself am a person with a big appetite.

Moreover, when he first arrived in the mission world, his body had undergone an irreversible mutation. He could not feel full by eating ordinary food and could only fill his stomach by absorbing crystal cores.

Now that the meat of exotic beasts has the same effect as the crystal core, and the dishes made from it are both colorful, fragrant and delicious, it makes sense that he would keep thinking about it.

He Junxia quickly put the matter behind her.

15 minutes later, the police station arrived.

He Junxia stood up, picked up a large iron cage with one hand, lifted it up and gently placed it on the ground, then patted the dust off his hands and jumped off the pickup truck. When he turned around, he saw several members of the guard team looking at him with complicated expressions.

What's wrong?

He Junxia didn't understand.

He didn't seem to do anything strange, did he?

Fortunately, He Junxia's doubts were soon answered. One of the guards asked hesitantly, "Are you a psychic?"

He Junxia: "Yes."

The person who asked the question let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "I was wondering, how can an ordinary person have such great strength? By the way, what level are you?"

He Junxia: "Level five."

Guard member: "So it's level five, five, how many, level five?!"

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The guard who was speaking suddenly wanted to slap himself twice, saying, "You are so talkative. I told you not to talk too much. I told you not to ask questions."

Alas, that’s not right. There are only four level five psychics in the base, all of them are famous, and none of them looks like the person in front of him.

Besides, would a level five mutant live in that kind of place?

The team member laughed and said, "Brother, we're already at the police station. There's no point in lying. Confess and you'll be punished. Resist and you'll be punished severely."

He Junxia spread his hands helplessly.

These days, no one believes the truth.

Just as they were talking, a black car stopped by the roadside and a young boy hurriedly got out with a briefcase and rushed towards where they were.

He Junxia was a little surprised.

Coming so soon?

He thought it would take at least an hour.

Under the watchful eyes of He Junxia and several members of the security team, the young boy took out two brand new admission passes from his briefcase, the ink on which had not yet completely dried.

Guard: ...

Oh, they think they are fools, they don’t even take the time to forge things!

The captain of the guard team took the admission ticket handed over by the young boy, took a closer look, raised his eyebrows slightly, and thought that the one made by the young man was not too fake.

Except for the obvious ink, the other parts are quite real.

However, the devil is one foot high, and the road is ten feet higher. What can really determine the authenticity of the access permit is not the marks on the edges and corners, but the digital number at the bottom.

The captain of the escort team handed the admission pass to a team member and said, "Xiao Xie, go check the numbers. The two of you will follow me in first and take the two mutant animals with you."

The young male secretary hurriedly pushed the cage.

However, the cages used to imprison mutant creatures are not ordinary iron cages. Instead, they are special cells made by the gold and fire-type psychics in the manufacturing department using the shells of exotic beasts.

The cage alone weighs two or three hundred kilograms, not to mention that there is a huge mutant creature in the cage - even the black rooster, which appears to be several times smaller than the orange cat, weighs sixty or seventy kilograms.

The secretary's well-fitting professional attire was deformed and wrinkled because the owner of the body had exerted all his strength. He Junxia looked at the secretary's forehead with bulging veins and hurried forward to push the cage.

He grabbed the railing with both hands and exerted forward force. The young secretary suddenly felt a lightness in his hands, and the cage immediately moved forward a long distance.

As easy as if they were not pushing a huge object, but just an empty cart.

Young Secretary: ...

He has something to say but he doesn't know whether he should say it or not.

As if sensing the secretary's complicated mood, He Junxia said embarrassedly, "Xiao Wang, you go in and rest first. I can do it myself. I'm really sorry to bother you today."

Xiao Wang shook his head repeatedly: "No trouble, no trouble."

Although he was a little confused when he suddenly received the call, being the secretary of a fifth-level psychic and an expert in the cold weapon customization team is a good thing that many people would love to have.

He got this good job thanks to his aunt.

Moreover, as long as you handle this matter well, gradually gain Mr. Xie's trust, and become Mr. Xie's confidant, all kinds of benefits will come to you.

This is a good opportunity to show yourself. There is no reason to leave your boss to take a rest. He is not a college student who is here to clean up the workplace.

Now even if you have to pretend, you have to pretend to be nice and show your attitude.

Seeing the secretary's refusal, He Junxia didn't say anything more. As they had all been office workers, he understood what the other party was thinking.

The two of them "worked together" to push the two cages to the designated location. He Junxia did it easily, while secretary Xiao Wang was sweating profusely.

He followed He Junxia into the police station, his facial muscles twitching slightly, and he shook his overexerted hands imperceptibly.

I must apply hot compress when I get home, otherwise I will definitely be sore tomorrow.

Inside the police station office, a group of security team members looked at each other in bewilderment after seeing the prompt that popped up on the computer screen, and fell into a strange silence.

Finished

It seems like they really captured a high-level psychic.

According to the message, even if this person is not a level five psychic, he is at least a level three psychic.

What should we do now?

Although they are acting in accordance with the rules and regulations, there is nothing wrong with the other party's access permit. Once the other party persists in complaining, they will all suffer. It will be more troublesome than arresting the police station chief.

Deducting money is a small matter.

The captain took a deep breath and said, as if he had made up his mind, "Well, I'll go apologize to Mr. Xie later. If the higher-ups ask about it, just say it was my order. Got it?"

"But, Captain..."

The older team members looked worried, while the younger team members looked angry.

One person said, "We are following the rules and have done nothing wrong. Why are you punishing us?"

But there are not so many whys in the world.

If everyone followed the rules and was reasonable, they wouldn't have to be the guards.

The base now relies on high-level psychics to fight against high-level monsters and high-level zombies, so it will naturally put the needs and proposals of high-level psychics first.

The captain of the guard team calmly analyzed, "It's better for one person to be punished than for a group of people to be punished. Don't worry, no matter how much punishment you impose, you won't expel me. At most, I'll just have to write a self-criticism for show."

Another older man also tried to smooth things over: "If you ask me, let's not rush things. I don't think Mr. Xie is unreasonable. He's been very cooperative and has a very good attitude throughout the trip."

"Things may not be as bad as we think."

The two sang in unison, and the emotions of the young people gradually calmed down.

The people who had been dwelling on the trivial matters also came to their senses after hearing what they said. Thinking about Mr. Xie's performance along the way, they felt a little relieved.

I hope we can send this big Buddha away smoothly.

A group of people rushed out of the office and then swarmed around the door of the mediation room, nervously watching their captain walk into the mediation room.

He Junxia was the first to ask, "Can we go now?"

He had already noticed the uneasiness of the captain of the guard team, and guessed that the other party must have discovered his identity and was worried that he would continue to pursue the matter and cause a big mess.

Of course, He Junxia didn't think there was anything wrong with the guards bringing him and the two mutant animals to the police station. It would be more reassuring if law enforcement officers strictly followed the rules and regulations.

Besides, he couldn't produce the pass right away. The longer the situation lasted, the more people would gather to watch. It would not only affect the normal passage of the surrounding residents, but also easily lead to uncontrollable emergencies.

The most appropriate approach is to bring the source back to the police station for further processing.

The young man's calm and gentle tone and expression infected the captain of the guard, making him feel ashamed of his malicious speculations about others.

Mr. Xie is indeed a sensible person.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Xie, for taking up your time. I'm sorry, I'll drive you back."

He Junxia reached out to stop the captain of the guards from saying the next words: "You don't have to apologize. It was me who failed to take good care of the mutant animals at home and caused you trouble. I should be the one to apologize."

"But it would be great if you could take me back. Thank you. Otherwise, I'd easily cause a commotion if I were walking on the street with a mutant cat and a mutant chicken."

Both sides spoke sincerely, and the captain of the guard team and several team members who were blocking the door and eavesdropping finally put down the heavy stone in their hearts.

——Everyone has to support their families. In today's world, it's hard to find a job, and good jobs are even harder to find. If they receive a complaint from a high-level psychic, the temporary workers among them might lose their jobs.