Full-time Creation Master

Blood congealed into a bright red sheet between the slices, and even the terror in the pupils was frozen into a translucent cross-section.

The conference room was deathly silent, with only the faint hum of the air conditioning system.

Chu Ming withdrew his hand, and the spatial ripples dissipated.

The "specimen" collapsed into a pile of bloody fragments, splattering onto the pristine white carpet.

He looked down at the bloodstains on his leather shoes, his voice as calm as if he were reading a report: "Liu Man, male, 37 years old, Captain of the 7th Operations Team of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Operations Division (the new faction is mainly composed of battle groups, while the old faction is composed of operations divisions and special forces).

A total of 17 emergency missions were delayed, resulting in direct economic losses of 23 billion yuan and indirectly causing 127 casualties.

For delaying the Kree fleet's encirclement mission, which resulted in 373 Kree survivors carrying dangerous technology, they were sentenced to—

He paused, then glanced around the room. "Execute it on the spot as a warning to others."

Sitting in the front row, veteran agent Zhang Cheng clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white. Looking at the pile of minced meat, his stomach churned, but he dared not utter a sound.

The clerk in charge of paper backups was so shaky that he couldn't hold the pen, and the ink smeared across the document.

She had heard rumors about Liu Man when she joined the company, saying that he was an "untouchable prince". Only now did she realize that with Chu Ming, there was no one who was untouchable.

The head of the technical department quietly turned off the recorder in the corner, but it was too late!

He originally wanted to record evidence of Chu Ming's "abuse of power," but now he felt that the pen was as hot as a branding iron.

Chu Ming walked to the head of the conference table and sat down, slowly wiping his hands with a wet wipe: "Next, we'll discuss the arrangements for the other people."

When he looked up, his gaze swept across everyone's face.

"I don't want to see more people being broken into pieces like before because of things like 'eating' that can't be prioritized."

No one answered.

Only the wind outside the window stirred up the smoke, howling through the gaps between the tall buildings, as if tolling a belated death knell for the privileged who died on a steak.

...........

Mo Fan's fingernails dug deeply into his palms, cold sweat trickled down his spine, and his combat uniform on the back was instantly soaked through.

He stared at the still slightly trembling mass of flesh in the center of the conference table, his stomach churning, but he covered his mouth tightly, afraid to make a sound.

Chu Ming's cold tone echoed repeatedly in his mind, a stark contrast to the boss he remembered who would pat him on the shoulder and say, "Xiao Mo, you did a good job this time."

"This boss is terrifying..."

His teeth chattered, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to Chu Ming's calm profile. "Is he still my smiling boss?"

His fingers unconsciously touched the communicator at his waist, wishing he could hide at home immediately.

........

The newly appointed agent Xia Hai's Adam's apple bobbed as he forced down the metallic taste that rose in his throat.

He looked at the spatial ripples left on Chu Ming's fingertips, his stomach clenched, but he forced himself to stare at the remains that had been sliced ​​into specimens—every muscle fiber was clearly visible, and he could even see the dark red blood that had congealed in the capillaries.

"Those in power are indeed ruthless..."

He clicked his tongue in amazement. This was no execution; it was clearly "live shaving"!

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the blood dripping from Chu Ming's sleeve as he withdrew his hand, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

That was clearly intentional; otherwise, how could there be bloodstains?

"Looks like we'll have to rely on them directly from now on."

He quickly calculated, and the list of the side jobs he had secretly taken and the supplies hidden in the safe house instantly turned to ashes in his mind. "Otherwise, I don't know when I will break the rules and end up in a worse situation than Liu Man."

.........

Leng Lingling's breathing suddenly stopped, and strands of silver-gray hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead.

The image of Chu Ming, the brother who would kneel down to tie her shoelaces, the brother who would play with her when she was bored and even let her ride on his back, overlapped with the expressionless man in front of her who was manipulating spatial blades, making her dizzy.

"Is this... the real Brother Chu Ming?"

Her lips trembled as her gaze fell on the still-glowing family crest among Liu Man's remains, and a spasm ran through her stomach.

.........

Watanabe Tokuka's heart pounded. He braced himself on the ground and gagged violently, bile burning his throat, but he couldn't vomit anything.

"Boss is scary..."

He muttered incoherently, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the faint blue light left behind as the spatial rift disappeared, which terrified him so much that he trembled like a leaf...

Agent Zhao Peng, who was in the corner, suddenly clutched his heart, feeling a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest.

He stared at the "specimen" that was gradually losing its temperature, his vision blurred, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

As a seasoned veteran in the intelligence department, he had handled enough shady deals to fill half a warehouse, and at this moment, those ledgers were like venomous snakes coiling around his throat.

"It's over..."

He pinched his thigh hard, using the pain to stay awake. "Did Chu Ming already know about the delay in transporting the wounded last time?"

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, dripping onto his tactical glove and spreading into a small, dark stain.

Agent Lin Xi's fingernails dug deep into her palms, drawing blood without her noticing. She watched the spatial energy calmly dissipate from Chu Ming's fingertips, and a wave of nausea washed over her.

As a medic, she had witnessed countless casualties, but never such a precise and cruel execution.

"So this is the ironclad rule of S.H.I.E.L.D."

She secretly rejoiced that she had refused a high-ranking official's request to use connections to get medicine last week; otherwise, she might be the one lying on the table right now.

Make an example of someone!

My gaze fell on the unassuming badge on Chu Ming's sleeve, and I suddenly felt that the design looked like a giant maw ready to devour someone.

"........."

"Mo Fan, stop going to the research institute all the time."

If you have some free time, you might as well go to Lici City.

There are people there raising a ghost using methods that defile the spirit of the caves that have been nurtured by nature for tens of thousands of years, hoping to raise a ghost of emperor-level quality!

Now, it has even threatened the drinking water poisoning of ordinary people within a radius of hundreds of miles!

As part of our S.H.I.E.L.D.'s further friendly cooperation in opening the doors of China, you can choose a team to handle this..."

It must be because of the protagonist's good luck with women; the main target of the previous rescue mission, Delilah, is now getting along very well with Mo Fan.

One is a 27 or 28-year-old, curvaceous, foreign genius scientist; the other is a young Alexandre Dumas who, once away from Chu Ming for a period of time, can unleash a series of auras that cause him to lose his intelligence, attract monsters, cause disasters, and even fall in love!

The two had previously gone through some "ordeal" together—the original mission changed, they were attacked by a tribe of crazed little demons on their way to Evacuation Point Two, and upon arriving at Evacuation Point Two, they discovered that their Quinjet fighter jet was damaged and lacked lift and thrust...

Anyway, they each do their own thing during work hours, but they stick together all night.

Chu Ming was getting a headache just looking at it!

Mo Fan:............Big brother, dear big brother, how could you say such cold words with a mouth that's 36 degrees?

I?

You expect me, a mere mid-level mage of the four elements of lightning, fire, shadow, and summoning, to get involved in an emperor-level event?

My Da Mo Fan is reckless, not stupid!

What? There's a telepathic connection?

That group won't succeed?

Just be a spectator this time; the main players are someone else.

You'll still get the reward?

Is a great opportunity waiting for me?

Big brother, you're my real big brother!

I love you to death!

"......."