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 With a loud bang, a chair fell apart in Michael's hands, and his partner hurriedly stood between him and the "informant", trying to calm Michael down as much as possible.
 Today's operation was a complete failure. Whether it was Lynch who made a sudden surprise to deliver the goods, or another team that searched his temporary residence, nothing unusual was found at all.
 Not to mention finding at least 5,000 yuan in change from the informant, they didn't even see 1 yuan in change, whether it was on Lynch himself or in that room.
 The failure of the action means that Michael will lose face in front of his colleagues. The class and position relationship within the Federal Taxation Service makes this special department have unimaginable competitiveness for outsiders.
 Everyone wanted to be an "agent," not an "investigator," and Michael was the one with the best chance of getting the promotion.
 But if Lynch and Fox's follow-up plan fails because of this failed action, then he will become a laughing stock, and don't expect to be promoted in two or three years.
 Most people blame others when they encounter problems and troubles. Michael blamed this failure on the informant who gave unreliable information.
 So he invited the informant to this room, and then raised the chair amidst fury and growls, and slammed it on his back.
 "Do you know how much I lost because of your wrong information?" While struggling to break free from his partner's obstruction, he pointed to the painful-looking informant lying on the table.
 The informant is a masthead, and the main intelligence channels in Sabine City and other cities are in the hands of some professional intelligence gathering agencies and mastheads.
 The newsboys will tell the newspaper head what they find different, which is another job between the newsboy and the newsboy.
 They may not give the newsboys any rewards for this, no money, no rewards, but the newsboys still do so obediently, in exchange for harsh favors.
 Some clever investigators and detectives have similar informants, and at the same time, a newspaper head does not only serve a certain family.
 Everyone who comes out to buy and sell information is not for justice and morality, but for money, and there is no need to flaunt yourself too noble.
 There are people like Michael, but not many, and it's kind of stupid to take your anger out on someone online.
 The masthead's facial muscles were twisted and tangled because his back was hit hard by the chair, his eyes were full of hatred, and this hatred quickly became docile.
 He had a clue in Michael's hands, he had a young girl before, and then something happened, and Michael just happened to find out.
 Michael took the girl away, and also left some evidence, such as the recording of his confession and the crime he wrote with his own fingerprints.
 "I didn't lie, the child in my hand gave him nearly 1,500 yuan in change, I swear I didn't lie!" He defended himself, and also prayed that all this terrible thing would pass quickly.
 He seems to have forgotten that there was once a girl who prayed like this, but she didn't get the result she hoped for.
 Michael pushed his partner away and walked to the edge of the table. He grabbed the newspaper head's hair and hit him with a fist. His partner stood aside and did not continue to stop him.
 As long as Michael doesn't use things, he won't interfere too much. At least he can't beat people to death with his bare hands, but he can take things. He just does this to prevent accidents, and he doesn't really want Michael to have violent behavior.
 Of course, if people are killed, it is not impossible to solve it, but it will be a little troublesome and there are a lot of things to manage.
 Sabine City is a small city. Whether it is the Bureau of Investigation or the Taxation Bureau, people in the court are very familiar with it. They will not sentence a promising government employee to death for a person who walks on the edge of gray. .
 To a large extent, he can be acquitted in court. After all, some small accidents in the process of chasing fugitives are also acceptable.
 One punch, two punches, three punches...
 After punching several times in a row, Michael put down his fist when the newspaper head's cheek was swollen high and deformed.
 He shook his hands, picked up the glass of water on the table, lifted it up, and poured cold water on the newspaper head's head.
 The water slid down his hair one by one, which made his vague consciousness come to him immediately, and then the severe pain and partial numbness of unconsciousness made him a little... at a loss.
 It felt very painful, but he didn't know exactly where it hurt.
 "Arrange your people, send him 5,000 yuan in change this afternoon, and then we will catch the scene!" Michael quickly found a way, he looked back at his partner, and his partner nodded slightly to agree with his plan .
 From a judicial point of view, such behaviors that may be involved in "inducing a crime" are themselves illegal, and all the behaviors and evidence collected by the suspect in this process are not legally effective.
 But this is a small city after all, everyone knows each other, there's no need to make each other look bad because of something that won't cause trouble outside.
 Sometimes it is normal for the front-line detectives to operate the chain of evidence a little bit so that the criminals can be brought to justice smoothly, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.
 He pulled the newspaper head's hair again, and tore his hair back, so that he had to raise his stupid face with half of his swollen cheeks to look at himself, "Got it?"
 The dodging eyes of the masthead dissipated a lot of the anger in Michael's heart and some emotions he couldn't put into words. He was still the same Michael that people couldn't "refuse", not the guy who suddenly became a little timid and gave in.
 "Yes...I see..."
 Michael let go of his hand, and some water stains fell on his palm due to the wet hair. He reached out and wiped back and forth on the newspaper head's clothes, and then patted the swollen face. He left with a satisfied smile.
 Calm was restored in the room, and the newspaper head's eyes changed from extremely short hatred, hatred, and madness to gradually becoming docile again.
 He stood up slowly, just when he straightened his back, there was a piercing pain that forced him to bend his upper body. He picked up the hat and pressed it on his head, paused for a minute or two, and left the room Room.
 On the other side, Lynch, who returned to the temporary residence from the laundromat, immediately chose to call the police when he saw the messed up room.
 Yes, call the police, he didn't silently act as if nothing happened, although he knew what happened here.
 Soon the police came. They took a look at the scene and immediately came to a conclusion. In addition, Lynch said that he had lost 500 yuan. This was obviously a case of burglary, and the amount was not small.
 As for how to solve it, it depends on Lynch's luck. In the words of the police officer, no one knows who came in, and there are no witnesses nearby. If the other party does not continue to commit crimes and is caught, it will be difficult for Lynch to recover. loss.
 That basically means that the case is over.
 When the police were about to leave, Lynch suddenly added some clues, "Mr. Police..."
 The policeman who stood at the door and was in charge of taking notes on the spot withdrew his attention from his colleague, and then looked at Lynch, "Yes?"
 "I remembered, I also lost a gold ring, which was a gift I was going to give to my girlfriend, and it was engraved with 'My Beloved Catherine'..." He sighed remorsefully, "I should Take it with you!"
 The police felt more sympathetic to the young man. He wrote this small detail at the bottom of the on-site transcript, and comforted him, "This is a very important clue. If that guy wants to get rid of him in the near future, maybe we will find out .”
 "Anything else to add?"
 Lynch shook his head, "No, not anymore, thank you for coming, sir!"
 The policeman took back the pen and clipped the clipboard. He lifted the brim of his hat, "Wait for our good news, young man!"
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 If life could repeat itself, what would you do? 
 Would you repeat your first life and stay a normal average joe? Perhaps your gaze will betray the life you’ve already lived, but you remain insignificant and unknown, stretching your neck up high to watch the furling clouds roll by? 
 Or will you make the world your stage, stir up every cloud and wind under all the heavens, making the entire world your captive audience as you dance, making people’s hearts pound with your every move? 
 Composing my own laws, establishing the order I desire…a human life is a measly ten decades, so why don’t I light the candle that is my life and set this world ablaze!!
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 Accidentally traversed the deserted ancient continent and turned into the weakest black demon snake…
 What’s more unfortunate is that he is still trapped in the thunder formation and cannot get in or out!
 Fortunately, the super evolution system is activated in time!
 “Ding! Congratulations to advance, evolve into a three-tailed mysterious snake!”
 “Ding! Congratulations to advance, evolve into a six-tailed black winged snake!”
 “Ding! Congratulations to advance, evolve into a nine-tailed swallowing python!”
 “Ding! Congratulations for having acquired a new skill: Face Slap Invincible…”
 In this life, I want to be the foremost existence of the food chain! I also want to transform the dragon to make the people fear…
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 In the old Jing dynasty, evil spirits and monsters were rampant, Xuan Qingwei was set up to supervise the world, hoe the evil, punish evil and help the way.
 Shen Hao crossed here, and it took four years to climb from an ordinary soldier in Xuanqingwei to the position of Xiaoqi, but it was almost impossible to go further based on his background.
 One day, he suddenly discovered that there was a dragon in his body, an ancestor of ten thousand dragons who feed on souls and immortals! Whenever the enemy was killed, the dragon would jump out to induce him to swallow the opponent’s soul or demon core evil core, and even his cultivation base began to rush forward.
 ……
 Shen Hao: I’m just handling a case, how come I’m invincible?
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 The demon king, who was betrayed by his relatives, was taken to the lair of human beings. His heart was full of humiliation and resentment towards humans.
 “Despicable human beings, how can I be their servant? I am the great demon.”
 “Shameless human being, how dare you touch my tail? When I regain my power, I will tear you to pieces.”
 Surprisingly, the woman took him in for several days, fed him fragrant food, brushed his hair, bandaged his wounds, and brought him back to the mountains. The human released his restraint, touched his ear, and told him, “Go. I’m setting you free.”
 Yuan Xiang had just completed her Taoism studies and entered the Demon Forest.
 She wanted to capture a little demon as an apostle.
 A wolf demon was injured by the attack of other demons. He was lying on the ground with blood stains all over his body. Yuan Xiang couldn’t bear it. So she took him home, tended his wounds, and took good care of him. The wolf demon was untamable and often growled at her everyday, extremely vicious. Then she let him go.
 Thereafter, at times when Yuan Xiang returned from outside, she would find some strange gifts by her door.
 The demon king, who was hiding secretly, was tickled with hate: That woman made a binding contract with a demon cat! Besides that beautiful face, the cat is useless! She actually touched that fox’s tail. It can’t be better compared to mine. My tail is the best!
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 In the third year of the Kaihuang era, as the Great Sui began to unfold between the fall of the Northern Dynasties and the rise of the glorious Tang Dynasty, Emperor Yang Jian created the House of Blades – an intelligence agency for strategies and conspiracies – in preparation to unify the world.
 On a snowy night, a convoy of tribute from the Kingdom of Khotan was raided. Not one soul survived the attack. Feng Xiao, Second Commandant of the House of Blades, was ordered by the Emperor to investigate the matter in person.
 On the distant border, a storm brewed as major forces gathered from all sides in Liugong Town. The strong rubbed shoulders with the strong; the skilled crossed paths with the skilled.
 Here, the ever-successful Second Commandant Feng ran into a wall for the first time – all because of a feeble Taoist priest with ailing health.
 Some things would never be known if no fights were ever picked. Only through their skirmishes did Feng Xiao realise that this sick bastard seemed to have way more aliases and personas than he himself ever did.
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 The unlucky young man was taken away by a wave of meteors and reborn in another world.
 Was born in a wealthy Xiling family? Overjoyed. In this life, I can finally feel the days of raising a few wicked servants to take to the streets and molesting the good girls.
 Huh, wait? Is this world all practising martial arts?
 Then I have to exercise hard and feel another world. The youth looked strenuously upward.
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 What should I do if I cross to another world and become an NPC? 
 This idea has been deeply rooted and sprouted in William’s mind! 
 Therefore, he decided: 
 I want to be the strongest NPC in history. 
 Wear the thickest armour and give the most vicious beatings! 
 Who says an NPC will be killed by players? 
 Who says an NPC upgrades more slowly than players? 
 Who says an NPC must explode equipment, I can explode in more ways… Bah humph. 
 Anyway, it’s impossible for me to die. Just take a look at all you trash players. Your father will stand here and let you chop for an hour without a frown!
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 Tragically, Dan Ziwei was hit by a car, and when he woke up, two hundred years had passed. Even more tragically, he still had his strange variant of nymphomania.
 “I’m very sorry, but we are unable to cure you.”
 “W-wait! Even AIDS can be cured now, how come nymphomania can’t?”
 “Ha… haha…”
 There was no other choice, Dan Ziwei could only return to his old job of being a quiet, peaceful gamer. Though, the games nowadays were a bit… strange…
 Scenario 1: You like to shake hands with strangers. 
 Scenario 2: You like to hug friends. 
 Scenario 3: You’re a bottom. 
 Scenario 4: You’re a bottom. 
 Scenario 5: Important things should be said twice.
 Dan Ziwei: … How am I meant to play a game like this?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
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 My name is Wang Xiao Mie. I’m online asking for help.
 If you wake up and find yourself sleeping in a coffin inside a tomb and wearing a red wedding gown,and lying next to you is a real devil husband. What should I do if he wants to have a wedding night? Can I faint? After fainting will I be able to transmigrate back?
 Waiting online. It’s very urgent.
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 Want to get super vision? Then let’s get some eagle blood.
 Want to get super power? Blood of the Bear works great.
 Are you going to surpass humans? Exactly, I have vampire blood here.
 Do you want to be the ultimate creature? Very well, I have a drop of the blood of the ancient gods here.
 …………
 Become the headless mayor of the ancient, chaotic city of Arkham, where the gods breed.
 Starting from blood therapy, Ross built an extraordinary shelter, a forbidden library, and a museum of the ancient gods.
 Ross: We Arkham are full of talented people, and our folk customs are simple, hey! Don’t run! Haven’t visited Arkham Sanatorium yet!
 Farming flow, invincible flow, behind-the-scenes black hand flow, Cthulhu.
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 Immortals caress my top and endure longevity. 
 IBMz15, 190 CPUs, 40T memory, 12.2 billion transistors 
 Take the portable computer room to the world of immortality, and the story of immortality with the help of IBMz15. 
 All for longevity!
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 Qin Zhaoyue, a hundred-year-old Soul cultivator and famous artifact refiner, dies and transmigrates into a body of 16-year-old Xi Zhaoyue, who was killed on her wedding day.
 The unlucky previous owner of the body was an illegitimate daughter of an influential family and was forced to live her whole life in the orphanage. However, at the age of 16, her Guide glands were awakened and as fate willed it, Xi Zhaoyue happened to have the highest compatibility with the youngest, bravest, most handsome Major General of the Empire, a dream husband of the whole Outer Space! Finally, a loving family she so longed for was within her reach… Yet, at the wedding ceremony, her Mental sea was invaded and she died.
 Once Zhaoyue figured out the situation she landed herself in, she vowed: she wouldn’t be a proud and self-respecting cultivator, if she didn’t strive for independence, for the right to live the life freely! Cultivate, refine, get stronger! Become your own person!
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 When he woke up, surrounded by zombies, Xiao Zhan was panicked, but fortunately he activated the fishing system. 
 “Ding, congratulations to the host for killing the zombies and rewarding Titanium Flame Taishou*1.” 
 “Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully fishing and obtaining S-level strength fruit.” 
 “Ding, congratulations to the host for his successful fishing and obtain the AK47 Fire Kirin*1.”
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