The gray-black iron jungle was already rusted and decaying;
On the cracked and pitted ground, the few pedestrians still hurried along.
In the police hover car parked at the street corner, the large Deputy Chief Mo Ge sat in the driver’s seat, swaying his body back and forth.
In the car’s speaker system, a female singer with a seductive voice was singing loudly. As the song reached its climax, Deputy Chief Mo Ge couldn’t help but snap his fingers, swaying more vigorously.
Recently, Deputy Chief Mo Ge was riding high.
Since two months ago when he summoned the courage to lower his status and sent an invitation for assistance to that young noble guy, he found himself on a wide road, accessing a fresh investigative mindset.
Little Hui’s brain, who knows how it grew, any complex case in his hands, bam, bam, bam, he solved it straight away.
Even their district chief wanted to recruit Hui to their police team as a consultant or deeply collaborative scholar;
But Hui just shook his head with a smile and pointed to the Emperor Star poster on the wall.
His ambitions didn’t lie on Saka Star.
Anyway, he was indeed a good young man.
Each time he helped the police work, he only took a tiny commission, though these commissions, when accumulated, were enough to make an ordinary officer envious and excited, but this modest reward was insignificant compared to his achievements.
The steering wheel gave a slight vibration, and the news he subscribed to popped up on the central control projection screen.
[The White Ghost arrives as promised, the sixth Deputy Minister of National Housing and Urban-Rural Development, third-level official’s corruption information fully disclosed!]
[The Empire’s Supreme Court condemns the White Ghost for acting above the judicial system, hoping he delivers the information he holds to any prosecutor’s office.]
Mo Ge shouted excitedly, pointing at the projection with both hands, grinning and cursing,
"Mad! It’s gotta be you! White God!"
Outside the car window, Yang Ming, holding two bags of grilled meat, trotted back.
Mo Ge quickly restrained his exaggerated expression, his eyelids drooping, his mouth slightly pursed, lowered the volume of the music, and resumed his usual majesty.
Yang Ming reached the car door, and Chief Mo Ge leaned over to push open the gull-wing door of the passenger seat.
"This store is really good," Yang Ming said, while his mouth was greasy, "it’s just that the hygiene index isn’t up to standard."
"This planet’s air has pathogenic factors, and you’re worried about food standards," Mo Ge replied gruffly, "we have two cases to deal with today."
"No," Yang Ming replied seriously, "is there no living person in your police station? Are you pulling me in for any minor cases now? From now on, I won’t take anything but murder cases."
Mo Ge grinned and said, "There’s a murder case today; the task force is already waiting for us to inspect the scene."
Yang Ming smiled, "Are there journalists too?"
"They’re just like wild dogs catching the scent of meat, rushing over in swarms whenever a vicious case appears," Mo Ge muttered, "Journalists from several administrative stars nearby have already begun to stay here regularly; you’re now a star figure in the narrow region of the Empire."
Yang Ming sneered, "What good does it do, still no endorsements looking for me."
Mo Ge couldn’t help rolling his eyes, slammed on the electric pedal, and the hover car drove off in a trail of dust toward the nearby ’无人城区’ (unmanned district).
Yang Ming raised his hand to tap the side of his glasses.
In the thought space of a mechanical thought body,
A girl wrapped in a gray plaid shawl set down the smoking pipe in her hand, looked at the new task sent her way, and clicked her tongue lightly.
Not bad, more work had arrived.
A pair of fleshy fists slammed on the alloy conference table.
This made Captain Griss, sitting in the corner, couldn’t help but frown.
Didn’t his hand hurt?
Griss put down the network terminal in his hand and looked at the female superior who had just slammed the table. Her hands were behind her back, clearly feeling some pain.
"Lawless!" The female superior shouted regardless of her demeanor, "This White Ghost is utterly lawless! Does he still have the Empire’s law in his eyes? Does he still respect the Empire’s authority? Does he really see the Emperor Star in his eyes?! This damn bastard! How is this different from abusing private justice!"
Griss rubbed the tip of his nose, deciding to avoid speaking as much as possible today.
He didn’t want to walk straight into the muzzle of his menopausal boss.
The boss’s gun muzzle locked directly onto him: "Griss, are you blind or deaf? Didn’t you see me get mad? You are the only warrior who had close contact with the White Ghost, and you even defended him before. Why are you mute now? Speak!"
All the captains attending the meeting burst into laughter.
"Ahem," Griss spoke slowly, "I didn’t expect it either, that the White Ghost wouldn’t go destroying pests but instead become a People’s Prosecutor, crazily exposing corruption inside the Empire. Even more unexpectedly, he even reported your second uncle, slandering that benevolent old man."
The female boss rolled her eyes, "My second uncle was a corrupt official to begin with, if he goes in, he goes in, what good does saying these do?"
"I must say, the White Ghost is quite reckless," Griss adjusted his position to sit more comfortably, the ray pen in his hand spinning around his fingertips, "I can understand the pressure he’s under now, he’s very afraid the Empire will choose Valkyrie over him, so he’s frantically proving his value."
A captain reminded, "It’s impossible to confirm now whether Valkyrie is alive."
"That is almost a certainty, didn’t Valkyrie recover last time too?" someone said, "According to those researchers, Valkyrie reserved seeds in advance, which are her cell tissues, then allowed them to rapidly divide and differentiate, just like embryonic development."