68: Chapter 68 Special Advisor

Inside the command vehicle, Lin Ye gently placed his teacup on the table, producing a crisp sound of porcelain colliding.

"National righteousness, I, Lin, deeply admire."

Lin Ye's tone was calm, carrying a hint of arrogance.

"I, Lin, am used to being a free and unfettered crane among the clouds, unable to endure the rigid rules and restrictions within the system."

"However, with demons running amok in this world, Taiping Old Street cannot stay out of it. If The Ninth Bureau runs into any tough nuts it can't crack in the future, you are welcome to bring sincerity and find me. We will only talk business, not official establishment status."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan flashed a trace of regret in the depths of her eyes upon hearing this, but she also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The man in front of her possessed the lost Pure Yang Thunder Technique, and the two breathtakingly beautiful women by his side were even more unfathomable.

If they tried to forcibly recruit him, it would likely cause a backlash instead.

This kind of cooperation model of a "Special Consultant" was undoubtedly the most perfect compromise.

"Mr. Lin is exceptionally righteous. With your words, I now have peace of mind."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan's attitude grew increasingly respectful as she pressed a button on the tactical table.

The holographic projection instantly shifted, revealing a massive and complex organizational chart.

"Since we are strategic allies, The Ninth Bureau's trump cards should naturally be fully disclosed to Mr. Lin."

Pointing at the brain icon at the very top of the organizational chart, Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan began to dissect the massive gears of this state apparatus one by one.

"Under The Ninth Bureau, there are a total of five core divisions."

"Division One, codenamed [Skynet]. This is the central intelligence hub and Heavenly Eye of The Ninth Bureau."

With a light swipe of her finger, Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan made countless satellite models orbiting in Earth's near-Earth orbit appear within the holographic projection.

"Division Skynet brings together our country's top artificial intelligence experts and masters of feng shui and physiognomy. They have compiled traditional feng shui dragon-seeking techniques into massive algorithmic code, and through seventy-two military satellites equipped with [Extreme Yin Spectrum Detectors], they scan spiritual qi fluctuations nationwide twenty-four hours a day without interruption."

"Any place where the yin qi in a pauper's graveyard exceeds the standard, or any leakage of malignant qi from an earth vein, will be highlighted in red on Skynet's radar."

"This is also why the moment the yin qi erupted in Heishui Town, we were able to receive an early warning within three minutes."

Lin Ye listened with secret astonishment in his heart.

Traditional Taoist priests relied on compasses and legwork to find evil spirits, and traversing mountains and ridges for over half a month might not even lead them to the main target.

The authorities, on the other hand, simply hung the compass in outer space, using satellites and AI to calculate feng shui.

Such dimensional-reduction strike methods truly integrated metaphysics and science to the absolute limit.

"Division Two is the [Special Operations Combat Corps] to which I belong."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan patted the two silver large-caliber pistols at her waist, her tone emanating an iron-blooded, murderous aura.

"Division Two is the sharp blade of The Ninth Bureau."

"All field agents are elite soldiers selected one out of a hundred from various military regions, and they must possess the aptitude to perceive spiritual qi. We do not practice those cumbersome Taoist spells and incantations; we only believe in ultimate firepower and physical deliverance."

She drew one of the pistols and ejected the magazine.

Bullet after bullet emitting a dark red luster, with tips carved with intricate runes, appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Depleted uranium armor-piercing cores, hollowed out inside, filled with highly concentrated Pure Yang cinnabar and black dog blood crystals."

"Furthermore, the soul-breaking runes on the surface of the bullet tips were batch-carved using laser etching technology by high-ranking priests from Mount Longhu. Just a single round can instantly tear apart a Woolly Zombie's protective corpse qi."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan slapped the pistol down on the table, her eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Meet ghosts, kill ghosts; meet demons, slay demons. Under the coverage of firepower, all beings are equal. This is the code of conduct for Division Two."

Fatty Wang in the corner stared straight at those gleaming gold-colored runic bullets.

If he were equipped with one, what would he have to fear from the Yinshan Sect? He would just empty a magazine straight at them and teach those evil cultivators how to be decent human beings again.

Leng Yue, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally revealed a hint of solemnity at this moment.

She picked up the cinnabar bullet and played with it between her slender fingertips.

The sharp intuition of a Drought Demon told her that this tiny metallic lump contained explosive yang qi.

Although it couldn't hurt her roots, it already possessed fatal lethality against ordinary Flying Zombies.

In the cultivation world a thousand years ago, cultivators competed with flying swords and magic treasures, and it took centuries of bitter cultivation to slay a great demon.

Yet now, mortals were using assembly-line machine tools to mass-produce such "magic treasures" capable of slaying evil spirits.

The torrent of the times rolled forward, and human intelligence had indeed reached an awe-inspiring height.

"Mortal craftsmanship indeed has its merits, but these external objects ultimately cannot bridge the absolute chasm in realms."

Leng Yue tossed the bullet back onto the table, making a crisp metallic collision sound, and gave an objective evaluation.

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan did not refute this.

She had witnessed with her own eyes the terrifying scene of the queen in black before her crushing an A-grade Blood Corpse King with a single hand.

She knew full well that in the face of absolute rank power, modern weapons still possessed bottlenecks that were difficult to cross.

"Madam is right! Therefore, The Ninth Bureau established Division Three—[Containment and Equipment R&D Center]."

The holographic projection shifted once more, presenting a massive sci-fi base buried hundreds of meters underground.

Countless researchers in white protective suits shuttled back and forth inside.

Inside giant transparent containment chambers, various bizarre and eerie creatures were imprisoned.

"Division Three is a bunch of thorough madmen. They capture those bizarre evil spirits that cannot be killed and imprison them in a top-secret subterranean abyss."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan zoomed in on the holographic projection, and everyone saw that inside a giant cylindrical water tank on the far left of the screen, a colossal behemoth was soaking.

That could hardly be called a "creature," but rather a [Deviant Blood Corpse Pagoda] forcibly stitched together from dozens of corpses and reorganized flesh.

On this monster, it was completely impossible to tell where the torso was and where the limbs were.

One painfully twisted human face after another was embedded like fungi on the surface of the bloated fat layer.

Although they were soaked in high-concentration green sedative liquid, their eyeballs still rolled frantically in their sockets, and their lips moved to emit silent wails.

More than a dozen thick titanium alloy catheters were brutally stabbed into the plumpest parts of its body, accompanied by the regular suction sound of a mechanical pump.

A bizarre, dark yellow, viscous liquid was continuously extracted.

These liquids even burst out with sharp ghost cries within the transparent infusion tubes.

According to Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan's introduction, everyone learned that this monster was originally a peerless fierce entity bred in a mass grave somewhere.

It had once slaughtered half a village overnight, but now it had all its motor nerves severed and was deprived of the right to die.

Its massive meat-mountain body twitched involuntarily under the stimulation of micro-currents, forced to continuously secrete high-purity corpse oil, reducing it to a perpetual-motion-machine-like military flesh factory...

As for the containment chamber on the far most right, it was the most bizarre.

That was a spherical magnetic levitation chamber in an absolute vacuum and zero-gravity state.

There were no physical monsters inside the chamber, only seven translucent ghost shadows wearing tattered opera costumes and painted with pale Peking Opera facial masks.

They exhibited a bizarre, twisted posture, suspended in mid-air, making operatic gestures while humming.

This was a set of [conceptual curses] excavated from an ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty.

Once they were allowed to finish singing a complete performance of "Farewell My Concubine", everyone within a radius of ten miles would immediately commit suicide by slitting their own throats.

To prevent the curse from triggering, the scientists of Division Three installed 360-degree dead-angle-free high-efficiency ultraviolet strobe lights and gravity-reversal devices inside the spherical chamber.

Whenever these seven actor ghost shadows were about to strike the pose for their next vocalization, the blinding ultraviolet light would burn their soul bodies like sharp swords, while the gravity inside the chamber instantly reversed.

The ghost shadows were heavily smashed against the glass wall by an invisible force field, shattering the half-note they had just sung.

However, the rules of the curse forced them to continue singing, so they could only get up again and again, ruthlessly interrupted time and time again by physical force fields and optical weapons.

This excerpt of an opera that could never be finished, under the violent intervention of technology, turned into an endless, farcical pantomime.