Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

Chen Feng slowly walked to the door and pushed it open: "Let me make this clear beforehand, this commission will definitely result in the deaths of many people. If you regret it now, you can still leave, but once I close the door, there will be no chance to back out."

Whether you're a villain or a hero.

In the city, trust is paramount.

Just like a middleman, once someone finds out you've sold employer information, no one will want to work with you again.

Similarly, law firms either don't accept cases, or if they do, they either fail or fail to complete the task; there's never a precedent for refunding money.

The heads of the first three departments looked at each other in bewilderment.

They are professionals when it comes to fighting.

But when it comes to thinking, these sharp-minded people are clearly shrewd and calculating, yet they can't quite figure things out.

"Ugh."

Lone Wolf, the head of the Eighth Section, sighed and asked, "Mr. Bu Yin, what do you need us to do?"

Chen Feng gave a look, signaling the ordinary accountant, Luo De, to leave, and then said, "Guarantee one person's safety for three months under the company's attack, and prevent a black-level disaster."

Lone Wolf asked again, "Is the person being protected a criminal?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "No."

"Then we'll take it."

As the saying goes, great skill breeds boldness.

Upon hearing that they would be dealing with the Big Four corporations and a Black-level disaster, the ten heroes of the Outrageous Agency remained completely unfazed and motionless.

Wait a minute.

Why are there ten?

Chen Feng suddenly felt that the conference room was filled with spatial power. When he turned his head, he found that next to the hood of the Ninth Section Chief, there was a muscular man with cross eyes and sticking out his tongue.

"Who are you?"

"Section Chief Ten, Ten, Ten! A madman, a madman, a madman!"

He can't even speak properly.

This guy seems to have practiced quite a bit.

Chen Feng asked, "Aren't you scared? That's a company-level disaster."

Lone Wolf, the head of the Eighth Section, lit a cigarette and said, "In the city, death isn't scary; being broke is."

With a bang.

Chen Feng closed the door tightly:

"Within three months, the Machinery Heavy Industry Company will experience a crude oil theft incident involving 5.1 billion tons, and that incident will lead to the birth of a Black-level monster."

"So our first goal is to investigate where all this oil went."

Employers don't withhold information from employees, and employees don't ask employers about the source of their information; this is the rule in the city.

Therefore, Lone Wolf did not doubt the authenticity of the intelligence, but directly formulated an action plan: "After the oil is extracted from the oil field, it will first be sent to the crude oil storage, and then transported to the refinery through pipelines. So, I will go undercover at the crude oil refinery of the heavy machinery industry."

Undercover?

You want to inhale forty kilograms of oil a day, don't you!

Chen Feng had a different opinion: "With so many oil fields, how long are you going to lie low? Why not break into the mechanical heavy industry company's branch, hack into their mainframes, and watch the recordings? That would be much easier."

There was one thing Chen Feng didn't mention: after hacking into the mainframe, they could also check if there was any information on how to deal with the Skylight on the Mechanical Heavy Industry Company's computers.

The head of the Sixth Section, the "Nuclear Man," suggested, "I'll create a nuclear explosion to attract attention, and then you can sneak in."

Section Chief War God thought it was impossible: "Once we are discovered to have infiltrated the company, the number one henchman of Mechanical Heavy Industry, the infamous A, will arrive within five seconds. Even if we have 100,000 soldiers, it won't be enough for him to kill us in a minute."

Chen Feng thought for a moment: "I know someone who might have a solution."

Sitting in a floating car.

Driver Rod, the only sane lone wolf in the firm, along with Chen Feng and Ying in the back seat, set off.

Look at Rod, he's going full throttle, drifting and drifting with smug satisfaction.

Chen Feng couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Accountant, HR, receptionist, driver, you're quite the all-rounder! Here, this is your overtime pay."

As he spoke, Chen Feng threw a stack of paper money over.

But unexpectedly.

Upon seeing the money, Rod showed no joy, but rather a resigned expression: "It's finally come to this. Boss, tell me, how many years do you want to serve?"

This guy's occupational hazard is kicking in.

Chen Feng turned to Ying beside him and said, "To be honest, I thought you would never return to the city."

Ying was silent for a moment, then said, "That was what I thought at first, but I felt unsatisfied without taking a look at the Holy Land."

At this time.

Chen Feng suddenly realized that the road conditions outside the window looked familiar, so he waved to stop the car.

Then, in the blink of an eye...

Chen Feng's figure suddenly disappeared from the back seat, and then suddenly reappeared.

Lone Wolf smelled a faint scent of blood in the car, turned his head, and saw that Chen Feng was holding a box. He frowned and said, "Boss, if you need anything, you can let me do it."

Chen Feng held the box: "It was just dealing with a few flies, nothing serious."

In the city, the only ones that can be called flies are the organ traffickers of the Fly Gang.

Lone Wolf advised, "Boss, it's no use. When I was young, I destroyed a lot of Fly Gang strongholds, but later I realized that flies don't land on eggs without cracks. The problem isn't with the flies, but with the city itself. As long as the city doesn't change, no matter how many flies you kill, they will come back again."

Chen Feng asked, "Then what should we do?"

Lone Wolf chuckled and casually fiddled with the car's speaker a couple of times: "Who knows?"

At that moment, a piercing sizzling sound rang out.

Rod asked in confusion, "Is the speaker broken?"

A clear, melodious female voice, like that of a lark, came from the speaker: "The Big Four companies enslave us. They control the media, brainwash us with fake news, and make us believe that life is so bad because we don't work hard enough."

"In reality, no matter how hard we try, we can't change our lives under the exploitation of the four major companies."

"We could have united and overthrown them, but the company divided us into men and women and used impersonation, fabrication, or extreme examples to trick us into fighting each other."

"You're not a feminist? Then you must be a male chauvinist."

"Just like that, we were dismantled from within, and the company can rest easy now."

"Wake up! There are only two kinds of people in this world: oppressors and the oppressed. Let's overthrow the company..."

I only heard a snippet.

Rod frantically banged on the speaker, shouting, "Who is this? Who put this recording in my car?"

Chen Feng, however, became interested: "Who is this?"

Ying vaguely remembered: "That voice sounds like 'Yin,' the former vice dean of the art academy. He used to give speeches at city-wide marches, saying he wanted to change the city, but later committed suicide due to depression."

Chen Feng joked, "Could it be that he was shot multiple times in the back and committed suicide?"

Rod was terrified: "Boss, stop talking! If we keep talking, we'll all end up killing ourselves too!"

At this point, the hovercar arrived at its destination.

Yangming Bar.

Because they had brought shadows, they were not robbed or stopped this time.

After successfully hiring Baomu with a high salary, Chen Feng drank seven glasses of wine and ate two plates of fries before finally meeting his target, the middleman Thirteen, and his companion, the ninth S, the Dark Mask Roman.

So these two were together.

Chen Feng asked Lone Wolf, "What do you think of that guy with the gun?"

After observing for a while, Lone Wolf remarked, "His style is undisciplined and carefree; he seems like an ordinary person."

"Couldn't even a seasoned undercover hero see through it?"

Chen Feng was absolutely certain that the other party must have hidden strength or equipment that could affect perception.

So he took the box, placed it in front of the middleman Thirteen, and said respectfully, "Hello, shall we be friends?"

"I don't make friends with strangers."

The middleman, Thirteen, shook his head and was about to shoo Chen Feng away when he saw the box open, revealing a familiar head.

Fly Gang leader, a criminal of the rank of Youth.

Chen Feng held up a glass of wine in one hand and offered another glass to the middleman with the other: "A toast to friendship?"

The middleman, Thirteen, downed his drink in one gulp: "To friendship."

Chen Feng explained his purpose: "I need a safe way to enter the heavy machinery division. Can you get one?"

The middleman, Thirteen, was taken aback: "My new friend is truly remarkable."

There was no refusal.

That means it exists.

Chen Feng winked at Ying: "How much?"

The middleman, Thirteen, held up one finger: "Ten million is needed."

Before he could finish speaking, his prosthetic body sent a notification that funds had been deposited into his account.

"Great! I love your temper." The middleman, Thirteen, said, "The supervisor of the 13th district of the Mechanical Heavy Industry is a person who likes to eat white meat. Every weekend, he invites 'Uncle Hong,' the chef from a restaurant he knows, to the company to prepare a big meal for him. He will use a special passage, so there will be no record, no instruments, or security personnel."

Although thirteen was not mentioned.

But all three people present knew what was going on. The white meat was meat bought from a fly-gathering factory. Of course, they wouldn't let others know they were eating this kind of thing.

So as long as you can find Chef Hong, you can infiltrate the heavy machinery company.

Thanks.

Chen Feng was about to set off.

But the middleman, Thirteen, stopped him. He pointed to the box and said, "In consideration of the gift, I'll give you some information: Uncle Hong has a very powerful bodyguard who is said to have been a Yellow-level criminal. Be careful."

Yellow-level criminals are equivalent to city-wide criminals.

Although Lone Wolf is a second-tier national-level hero, he should be fine, but the city's strength assessment only considers attack power, not defense, endurance, special abilities, and speed.

So there's still a possibility of things going wrong.

The cautious Chen Feng initially wanted to go back and call for help, but after thinking about it, he suddenly activated time stop.

Then, a spatial displacement occurred, and the space flickered.

Sure enough, in a corner, they discovered the Light of the Sky, who had been secretly following behind.

"That's alright then."

A restaurant frequented by acquaintances.

Located in the very center of 13th ward.

Pushing open the dark solid wood door, you are greeted by a meticulously decorated foyer with leather chairs, candlelit lamps, and fur carpets. As the most expensive restaurant in the 13th arrondissement, the Familiar Restaurant has an extremely retro decor, without any neon lights or technological elements.

Their motto is: "No technology or grueling work required."

So when Lone Wolf, dressed in a cheap suit, Chen Feng, dressed in Cihang's clothes, and Shadow, who was full of technological elements, entered the room, everyone's puzzled and disdainful gazes were immediately cast over them.

This is the world of the rich.

Their aura of poverty was completely out of place here.

A waiter approached and said, "Friends, we understand your desire to enjoy your meal here, but do you have a reservation?"

Chen Feng tossed the membership card the middleman had given him: "Give me the three most expensive set meals."

These words were spoken.

The customers were even more certain that this was a nouveau riche.

Then someone stood up and blocked Chen Feng's way: "Brother, I don't mean to look down on you, but we're in different circles. Don't force yourself to fit in. You don't belong here. Go out to eat."

Then, he turned his gaze to Ying: "And besides, does someone like you, a tin can, even need to eat? How about I treat you to some engine oil at the gas station across the street?"

Hahahaha.

Depend on.

Chen Feng rolled his eyes.

No way, it's 2121 already, and there are still these third-rate villains blocking the way.

"Make way."

Chen Feng ignored the other person and sat down in his seat.

According to Thirteen, Uncle Hong has too many enemies, so he rarely shows up at the shop. If you want to attract them, you need someone who truly understands his cooking skills and can point out his shortcomings.

"Sir, your 'Overcrowded' set meal, including pork loin, cold foie gras, and roasted rabbit leg, has been served."

"Please note before we begin that there are no vegetarians here."

"Enjoy your meal."

After the waiter brought the food.

Chen Feng glanced at it. Although it was called a pig, goose, and rabbit, those who knew would understand that this was not a table of dishes, but a table of people.

So he pretended to look around at the food, then beckoned to the waiter, "Go and call your chef over."

The waiter asked hesitantly, "Sir, is there a problem?"

Chen Feng took a deep breath and memorized the book he had found at the fly gang factory: "Before cooking, you have to remove the feathers. Look at this, the feathers aren't even completely removed, how can anyone eat it?"

"Who told you to serve foie gras? The liver is very unhealthy; it contains too much vitamin A. Do you know that eating too much will give you a headache?"

"The legs are hard to chew because they're used so often. You need to stew them in a pressure cooker for a long time. Who told you to cook them?"

After such a professional review.

Chen Feng sat in the chair, closing his eyes to rest.

A short while later.

Then a middle-aged man in a suit and tie came over and said elegantly, "The most important thing in life is timing. I'm sorry, sir, I'll redo it for you myself right away."

Lone Wolf gave Chen Feng a look: "Can we make our move now?"

Chen Feng said there was no rush and he would observe further.

At this moment, the uncle suddenly realized that Chen Feng was actually a natural human without any modifications, and he became even more excited, saying, "Brother, you smell so good."

Lone Wolf looked at Chen Feng again: "And now?"

Chen Feng said that it was time to take action.

Swish.

The hacker rushed out, but instead of attacking Uncle Hong, she went after the taunting customer: "Who are you calling a tin can?"

With a bang, the man's head was smashed to pieces.

Screams erupted.

But it disappeared quickly.

As a second-tier hero, Lone Wolf slashed through the entire restaurant in just one second: "These guys are all man-eating beasts, no need to be polite."

And just then...

A figure emanating green gas appeared in the hall.

Hacker Shadow glanced at the information: "Be careful, he's a master of poisons! He's caused a gas attack that killed or injured millions of people, a genuine Class A criminal."

The Poison Master threw out a bottle of poison gas emitting green fumes, instantly corroding everything around it: "You've been poisoned. If you don't release my boss, you're dead."

Unexpectedly, Lone Wolf picked up the bottle, took a deep breath, and said, "This is it? It's not even as pure as my saliva."