Looking at the information coins flowing out of the wall like water, even a veteran of the battlefield like Yan Ming could not help but stand still.
He had really never seen such a scene.
When he first got his new identity, he didn't understand why Arthur asked him to carry out this mission.
Firstly, he certainly did not have as much experience as the Ministry of Internal Affairs in this kind of thing; secondly, few people would resist in such cases, so his abilities would be of little use.
It was not until he saw this scene in front of him that Yan Ming seemed to understand the intention of the leader he had identified in assigning this task to him.
Those soldiers and super-powered people fighting on the city wall might never be able to see such a large sum of cash in their entire lives. The amount in one wall alone is enough to pay the pensions for the deaths of all the city defense squadrons, and there might even be some left over.
If those people saw this scene, even the most determined fighters would probably start to think about the meaning of their fight.
The same is true for Yan Ming himself. He has a stubborn personality and also needs to gradually accept the fact that Hope City has become corrupt.
This decadent atmosphere was not just that of a certain member of parliament, or the parliament, as he believed, but the corruption of almost all the rear-line personnel from top to bottom.
This kind of thing also exists in the military and research institutes, but it is not serious. After all, there is not much room for leniency in the life-and-death battlefield and the pragmatic scientific field. But for the factories in the rear areas, the vast number of civilians are really being cruelly sucked dry.
There were three such walls in the woman's house. At first, Yan Ming even thought the thickened walls were insulation boards. Until the woman could no longer bear the tremendous mental pressure, she took the initiative to admit it in exchange for temporary inner peace.
It was still snowing in the winter morning, and the only sound in the warm room was the rustling of money flowing.
Yan Ming stared at all this in a daze, and finally sighed in his heart.
He pulled out a folding knife from his pocket, and with a "snap" the sharp blade popped out from the handle.
The woman was so frightened that she instantly collapsed, but Yan Ming didn't even look at her. Instead, he held the knife in his left hand and placed the blade across his wrist.
A cold light flashed and blood gushed out, but not a drop spilled on the ground.
The blood squirmed, entangled, and solidified, and finally became a blood-red sword with a guard. The entire sword body was translucent, and the color of the tip was slightly darker, as if there were still a few drops that had not yet solidified.
Yan Ming's lips turned slightly pale, and he walked towards the wall in front of him with firm steps.
The smell of blood wafted into the noses of several purge team members. They were concentrating on watching this unknown commissioner display his extraordinary abilities, but some people thought of the shadow of a certain person.
The sharp sword slashed across several walls, and the boards used to cover the outside were cut in half.
Under Yan Ming's superb knife skills, only the money hidden in the first wall flowed out, and the rest were still neatly piled there like bricks.
Yan Ming shook his wrist, and the blood-red sword turned back into blood, wriggling and retracting into the blood vessels in his wrist. He turned around and looked at the purge team members who were showing admiration, and pointed to the physical and human evidence behind him:
"Record it and take it into custody."
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"You are slandering me!"
At this time, Erken, the director of Factory No. 12, was leaning on the iron steps like a scoundrel.
His eyes moved back and forth between Zhuang Mian and the workers below, and the arrest warrant presented by the other party had been thrown aside by him. Not crumpling it or tearing it up was the last way out that Erken left for himself.
"Why are you arresting me? My son will be attending university in the inner city in September, and my family can barely afford the tuition. Now you are arresting me for colluding with the black market?
"This is ridiculous. Do you have to produce evidence to arrest someone?"
Erken looked at the workers below and asked:
"Everyone, testify. Is there any day on a normal weekday when I didn't come to work? When did I leave work early? Many people have been arrested recently, but they all had irrefutable evidence. But I swear to God that I am innocent."
Having been doing this job for so long, Zhuang Mian is no longer surprised by such reactions.
He looked at Erken who refused to accept reality:
"You mean, if there's evidence, we can arrest you?"
"Sure, if you have evidence, feel free to arrest me."
Erken waved his hand:
"Don't say you want to find money in my house. I want to find it too, and so does my wife. If you can really find it, I have to thank you."
Zhuang Mian showed a smile of success on his face, looked at Erken and asked:
"Who said the money is in your house?"
The factory manager frowned slightly, feeling that the other party was hinting at something, but... if he revealed a flaw... No, no, he couldn't take the bait.
While the two were talking, three members of the cleanup team had already set up a simple projection device in the center of the factory.
Zhuang Mian turned and looked at the confused workers:
"Later today, the Speaker and fellow MPs will give their New Year's speeches, but before that..."
She looked at Erken again:
"Since you want evidence so badly, why don't we take a look at it together."
Soon, several photos began to be played in the form of slides on the projector in the center of the factory. Among them were luxuriously decorated suites, glamorous women, and money, money, money!
The huge amount of money made everyone speechless for a short time and even forgot to breathe.
It was a few seconds later that the exclamations and inhalations reached Zhuang Mian's ears.
Looking at the torn-down wall and the woman squatting on the ground with one hand on her head and the other pointing at the wall, Erken knew that he was doomed today.
After the initial surprise, rage was already burning in the workers' eyes, as if they were about to devour the hypocritical clown in the next second.
At this time, Erken fell to the ground, holding the arrest warrant with his name on it in both hands, letting the sweat soak it.
“This…I…”
He wanted to make a final defense, but found that his brain refused to organize the words for it.
With all hope lost, Erken looked at Zhuang Mian:
"How many years will I be imprisoned for?"
"Imprisoned?"
Zhuang Mian showed a puzzled expression on his face, and then he understood what Erken meant.
She smiled and comforted:
"There is no such thing as imprisonment. Today is the day you die."
As if struck by lightning, Erken looked at Zhuang Mian with an unbelievable and stiff expression:
"If I confess to someone else, can I..."
"No, and there's no need."
Zhuang Mian shook his head:
"As for interpersonal relationships, the Purge Team knows more than you do. I think you misunderstood one thing, that is, you are not the only one being purged today."
"How many?"
Erken was like a dead drowned corpse, trying to pull more people into the water.
"How many? I really don't know."
Zhuang Mian thought for a few seconds and replied:
"But what the Speaker means is that -
"All sins need not be left until the new year."
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