I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

Chapter 271: [Talent 222] You have a decent talent; you are mine now (Begging for monthly votes and support at the third watch)_1
“Click!”

The lights flickered; members of the Investigation Team were gathering evidence at the scene of the crime.

The Night Patrol Department had already handed the case over to the Investigation Team in its entirety.

Brother Bi, with Pei Jinye and Zhou Ye, was also searching the scene.

“Isn’t this a bit too brutal, to just kill over a dozen people like that?” Zhou Ye suppressed the palpitations in his heart.

Brother Bi remained silent.

But it’s Pei Jinye who asked, “Have the identities of these mummified bodies been confirmed?”

“It’s a bit challenging,” Brother Bi shook his head, “All physical traits have vanished, they need to be sent for examination.”

The three of them didn’t stand out in the team.

This time, it was a joint investigation by the Investigation Team.

Because the nature was extremely vicious, so the higher-ups were all paying attention to this matter.

After the investigation and evidence gathering concluded, the members of the Investigation Team withdrew one after another, leaving a few people at the scene…

In the car.

Zhou Ye said in a low voice, “Brother Bi, there couldn’t really be some evil sorcerer in Da Peng City, could there?”

“Hard to say,” Brother Bi also felt very heavy-hearted.

“What are we going to do about this…” Zhou Ye sighed, “If we can’t catch them, who knows how many more will die.”

Pei Jinye seemed pensive.

Could it be the people from the Simon Association?

He couldn’t make a judgment for now.

However, what he could be certain of at the moment was that people from the Simon Association were in Da Peng City.

As for where they were hiding, he couldn’t be certain just yet.

“Jinye, what are you thinking about?” Brother Bi suddenly spoke up.

Pei Jinye looked up, “I’m going to make a call home later.”

“I have to make one too, this damn thing is really not letting us live in peace,” Zhou Ye cursed under his breath.

Brother Bi drove the two back to the base.

“The site survey has basically concluded, and the next step is to hand over the task to the special combat team to undertake…”

“Brother Bi, without you mentioning it, I almost forgot we even had a special combat team at our base…” Zhou Ye jokingly remarked, “All those ancestors are a bunch of unruly guys. Back when Chief Xie was still here, it seems they almost got into a fight with him.”

“However, they are just badass like that,” Brother Bi shook his head.

As they were speaking, a fully armed special combat team was heading out.

“Brother Pei,” a young man in the team smiled and walked over.

Pei Jinye instinctively looked up.

It wasn’t unfamiliar; it was Brother Liu, who had been on a mission with him last time.

Two other members in the team also waved politely and greeted Pei Jinye, to which he responded in kind.

“Can’t talk much now, we’ll chat next time when I’m back,” Brother Liu smiled, waved, and then rejoined the team.

Brother Bi and Zhou Ye looked at each other perplexedly.

After a moment.

Zhou Ye couldn’t help but ask, “You know the deputy commander of the special combat team?”

Off to the side, Brother Bi said bleakly, “He’s the one who beat up Xie Zuxin.”

Pei Jinye paused, “I was pulled in to do a mission last time.”

“Damn, brother, doing a mission with the special combat team means it’s a dangerous mission, right?” Zhou Ye was astonished.

Pei Jinye just shook his head, “It was okay, maybe I’m just lucky.”

Zhou Ye, who by now knew all too well about his usual modesty, marvelled.

“You’re genuinely badass. Brother Bi, do you think Jinye might one day be recruited by the special combat team?”

“How should I know,” Brother Bi patted his belly, “I’m hungry, let’s go eat.”

However, Pei Jinye was called away at the last minute.

Knocking on the door, Pei Jinye entered the office, where Lin Xiawei was signing documents. She looked up to signal, “Have a seat for a moment, I’ll be finished soon. Help yourself if you want something to drink.”

Pei Jinye smiled and poured himself a glass of water.

After taking a few sips,

Lin Xiawei put down the documents and looked up, “Did you go to the scene?”

“I did,” Pei Jinye nodded.

Lin Xiawei took her own cup of water, “Actually, Xing Tian has already given me some guidance on this.”

At these words, Pei Jinye looked up.

“Have you heard of Lotus Island?” Lin Xiawei took a sip of tea, “It’s okay if you haven’t. There used to be many rumors about the Lord of Lotus Island. Recently, it was rumored that someone has taken away the lord’s inheritance, and last night’s murder case is related to this matter.”

Pei Jinye listened quietly.

“Master said that the opponent is aggressive; we will not get involved in their struggle, but maintaining order is our duty, and he asked me to caution you, to be careful,” she said.

“Master is aware of the situation here too?” Pei Jinye asked.

“Probably knew before we did,” Lin Xiawei shook her head, “A lot of people have come to snatch treasures this time, and I’ve heard that people from the Western Continent are starting to get restless too, might be a good chance to practice my swordcraft with them.”

Pei Jinye raised an eyebrow, “Sister, aren’t you afraid that I’ll get into big trouble?”

“You’re not the kind to cause trouble,” Lin Xiawei shook her head, but still added, “Wear a mask.”

“…”

Back in the cafeteria.

Brother Bi and Zhou Ye waved him over.

Pei Jinye sat down, took a sip of the meat soup, “Brother Bi, are there any tasks this afternoon?”

“No more, why?” Brother Bi looked at him.

“I’m heading home for a bit,” Pei Jinye picked up his chopsticks, “My family must be concerned.”

Brother Bi nodded understandingly.

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Pei’s Dalhae Lao.

The two elders were indeed busy in the restaurant, concerned about this morning’s mummified body case, but thought that since it was broad daylight, they’d quickly busied themselves with the shop’s business.

Pei Jinye chatted with the two elders for a while and soon found an excuse to leave.

Because just half a minute ago.

A message using Silver Art arrived: [Coming to chop some people, Qiutang Road XXXX]

This girl sure speaks her mind.

Leaving the hotpot restaurant.

Pei Jinye turned into a nearby alley and soon, his figure vanished.

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Autumn Tang Road.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder. Silver Art hovered in midair, perfectly supported by the soil platform Hong Luo had raised under her feet.

Almost in an instant, Silver Art charged forward with her body nearly parallel to the ground.

At that moment, she was like a swift silver cat leaping across the roofs, the world slipping by before her eyes.

Holding her breath, focusing her energy, she thrust her hands forward, creating a silver light blade that slashed in a cross.

The bright blade flashed inside the factory, gone in an instant.

“Clang clang clang!”

Three muffled sounds.

The tall woman in the black evening gown emitted an inhuman growl from her throat.

Space around Silver Art suddenly seemed to freeze.

The tall woman brandished her bone-stripping knife, thrusting it directly at Silver Art’s heart.

However, the soil platform extended by Hong Luo once again gave Silver Art the boost she needed.

A burst of silver light.

The muffled “clang clang clang” sounds continued in succession.

Silver Art landed firmly on the ground.

Standing in front of Hong Luo.

Opposite them, more than a dozen mysterious assassins cloaked in capes stood beside the tall woman, surrounding them.

Hong Luo cocked her head, “You Sand Sculptures don’t stay put in the Western Continent; what are you doing in Da Peng City? Haven’t we hit you hard enough yet?”

The tall woman spoke indifferently, “Firstly, we’re not called Sand Sculptures, we are the Sand Flame Association. Secondly, this isn’t the Old Gods Association’s turf. Thirdly, now that you’re in my hands, either come with me or die here and now.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Hong Luo sneered.

Suddenly, Silver Art turned her head towards her and said, “Watch your language.”

Hong Luo made a face at her, then pointed at the tall woman, “Your Sand Sculptures Association is too full of yourselves! Haven’t you seen the state the Western Fire League is in after we, the Old Gods Association, hammered them?”

The tall woman’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint within.

The next moment.

She and Silver Art both looked toward the entrance at the same time.

Pei Jinye arrived wearing the Ghost Face Mask, carrying two corpses in his hands.

“Thud,” he dropped them on the ground.

“Am I late?”

As soon as Hong Luo saw Pei Jinye, she brightened up, “Demon King, hurry up and kill this smelly woman! She’s awful!”

“Don’t use foul language.”

“Don’t use foul language.”

Pei Jinye and Silver Art said in unison, without any prior agreement.

Hong Luo went silent on the spot.

“Demon King?” The tall woman slowly squinted her eyes, a sense of familiarity creeping over her, but she couldn’t quite place it.

“You…”

But before she could finish her sentence.

Pei Jinye had already charged forward, shattering the ground beneath his feet, sending clouds of dust in all directions.

Hong Luo’s mouth dropped open in shock, but Silver Art swiftly pulled her back to retreat.

“Whoosh!”

The tall woman’s bone-stripping knife slashed in a flash.

Yet in the face of her sword, Pei Jinye’s eyes remained tranquil, showing no sign of change.

“Hiss!”

The tall woman’s bone-stripping knife, defying expectation, tore through the air, aimed straight at Pei Jinye’s forehead.

But it stopped just an inch from his brow; Pei Jinye’s fist was already at the woman’s chest…

The tall woman retreated frantically as if startled, her knife arcing horizontally.

To her surprise, Ghost Face Man dared to block the blade’s glow with his flesh and blood.

Going against reason, the bone-stripping knife shifted downward, the tip aimed at Pei Jinye’s ribs, viciously slashing.

She was confident that once she slashed down, this mysterious Ghost Face Man would be ripped apart.

Suddenly.

Her bone-stripping knife froze mid-air; to an observer, there was no change in the air, but the woman knew all too well, it felt like a marsh.

Before she could marvel at Ghost Face Man’s talent, possibly like her own.

Ghost Face Man’s fist was already hurtling toward her.

She barely escaped the marsh-like space in front of her, withdrawing the knife to block just in time.

A massive force came through.

Even through her bone-stripping knife, she was sent flying.

Beyond the dust, Hong Luo was cheering, with Silver Art’s “don’t swear” echoing faintly.

“How is this possible!”

The tall woman crashed hard through the wall.

The cloaked assassins seeking to rush over were blocked by Hong Luo and Silver Art.

Pei Jinye charged forward.

The tall woman struck back swiftly.

They exchanged blows continuously.

The two walls in front of them exploded into dust with each hit.

Air burst with a sonic boom.

Pei Jinye suddenly grasped the tall woman’s bone-stripping knife with one hand; his arm’s muscles flexed like a surge of Wild Dragon’s strength, twisting viciously with his grip.

“Crack!”

The bone-stripping knife shattered to pieces.

The tall woman’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Her fine steel-forged bone-stripping knife that had cut through more than four hundred thirty bodies without ever dulling was now crushed by bare hands.

Was this even human?

Pei Jinye performed a face-to-face kill, pressing his large hand upon the woman’s face.

“Listen to me, thank you.”