Then let the witch offer her loyalty

"Shh-"

The tarpaulin fell to the ground, revealing an iron cage made of thick, intersecting steel bars. The outer walls were covered in rust, and the cage door was locked with a thick chain, the latch still stained with dried blood.

Several children were huddled in the cage, their clothes tattered and their faces filthy. They huddled in the corner, terrified, like a few frightened little animals.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

More tarpaulins were lifted, revealing iron cages underneath, where young children huddled in corners, staring at her with eyes full of fear and numbness.

Suppressing her inner turmoil, the woman squatted down in front of the iron cage and called out gently, "Children, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I'll let you out now."

At first, no one believed the woman, until she took out a small bottle of water that she had secretly hidden in her pocket and handed it to the little girl who looked the most exhausted, and then the children relaxed a little.

"Listen up, everyone, time is of the essence. I'll open the cage in a bit, and you all run towards the east fence. There's a ditch over there, and I've already set up a ladder there."

"You guys climb over and escape, try to get to the new city and seek help from the Witch Administration Bureau."

"Remember! Never contact the police department! And never trust the police officers, especially those in the border regions, understand?!"

The children looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing this.

"Sister, what about you?" a boy asked timidly.

The woman didn't answer, but smiled gently and took a bunch of keys out of her pocket.

She took this out of the man with the mole's pocket during the collision.

The woman tried the keys one by one, and the cage doors opened one after another.

"Get out! Run! Run!"

The children, once released from their cages, fled the warehouse like startled birds and disappeared without a trace.

At that moment, the woman felt her vision blurring. She rubbed her wet eyes, as if she had finally unloaded the weight that had been pressing on her heart.

She checked the warehouse to make sure no child was left behind before turning to leave.

However, before the woman could run a few steps, a beam of flashlight suddenly shone in the distance, accompanied by a cacophony of voices.

"Damn it, my keys were just in my pocket, where the hell did I leave them?"

The man with the mole led a group of thugs, cursing and swearing. When they saw the woman running out of the warehouse, they all froze.

Without saying a word, the woman took off running.

The man with the mole's expression changed drastically. He and his companion rushed to the warehouse door and looked inside, only to see that all the cages were empty.

He immediately yelled at the top of his lungs, "Damn it! Someone let the kids go! Chase after them!!!"

Soon, searchlights lit up one by one, tearing through the cover of darkness, and hurried footsteps and noisy voices could be heard all around.

According to the original plan, the woman was supposed to escape with the children. She had carefully surveyed the terrain around the area, which was the easiest shortcut to escape.

But at this point she was exposed. In order to cover the children's escape and prevent the pursuers from locating them too quickly, she could only try to escape back to the exit in the northwest corner.

However, the thugs reacted quickly; the woman had just rushed out from around the corner when she was swept to the ground by a stick.

Immediately afterwards, several burly men pressed down on her, pushed her into the mud, and roughly tied her hands and feet.

The man with the mole quickly caught up and kicked the woman in the ribs: "Run?! You think you can get away?!"

The woman groaned as she was kicked, but she gritted her teeth and didn't cry out.

"You bitch, you dared to release our goods! Take them away! Hand them over to the boss!"

...

As an undercover agent, Chen Yuehong knew she had failed in her duty.

In October of this year, a very serious attack by thugs occurred in the Twin Cities outskirts, resulting in the deaths of multiple people in the Golden Peach Park area.

Following an investigation, the Administration successfully destroyed a stronghold of the Witch Alliance, the Wings of Liberty, killing and arresting several members of the alliance.

Furthermore, the Administration learned from some clues that the Witch Alliance was secretly colluding with several border violent groups and was conducting calamity weapon transactions.

To ensure the independence of the investigation, the Administration bypassed the Public Security Bureau and secretly deployed undercover agents to the largest violent groups in the border region to investigate whether these groups had any dealings with the Witch Alliance.

Chen Yuehong was one of the undercover agents sent by the Seventh Special Investigation Division of the Administration Bureau. The group she infiltrated was called "Dawn Society," one of the largest violent groups in the entire border region, which had been engaged in human trafficking for a long time.

Just a few days ago, Chen Yuehong discovered that the Dawn Society was colluding with illegal forces abroad and was preparing to smuggle more than 30 children to other countries via illegal boats.

This matter has nothing to do with Chen Yuehong herself. She works for the Bureau and her mission is simply to investigate whether the Dawn Society and the Demon Alliance are connected and whether the two sides have engaged in any transactions involving calamity weapons.

As for the human trafficking activities carried out by the Dawn Club, that was not the focus of Chen Yuehong's investigation.

This is why Chen Yuehong knew she had failed in her duty.

This is none of her business.

As an undercover agent, the worst thing you can do is meddle in other people's business.

During her previous undercover operations, she had long been accustomed to all kinds of bloodshed and had also learned to stand by and watch the thugs humiliate the weak.

But this time is different.

She saw the children that the Dawn Society had recently abducted. The youngest was only four years old, and the oldest was no more than ten. They were locked in iron cages made from shipping containers, crammed together like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, their faces full of fear and bewilderment.

She also saw a little girl who was always crying quietly, but because she had been beaten so many times, she didn't even dare to make a sound.

Chen Yuehong will never forget that she had a daughter many years ago who went missing in a busy downtown area and was never found again.

All these years she has been lying to herself, thinking that her daughter must have been taken in by some kind family and would live a good life.

But she knew very well in her heart that her daughter was more likely abducted by human traffickers, locked in an iron cage without dignity, waiting for a buyer.

Just like the children she saw this time.

At that moment, an inappropriate feeling of compassion overwhelmed her reason, and her dereliction of duty became inevitable.

Despite the risk of her identity being exposed, Chen Yuehong reached out to help the children and, taking advantage of the guards changing shifts, stole the key and released them.

The children all escaped, but she herself was captured alive by the Dawn Order pursuers during the retreat and fell into the clutches of the enemy.

...

"Shh-"

The black cloth bag covering her head was ripped off, and the sudden light stung Chen Yuehong's eyes.

Chen Yuehong struggled to adjust her eyes to the light, and soon she could see her surroundings clearly.

This is a spacious, enclosed room with concrete walls on all sides. A lamp hangs in the middle of the ceiling, swaying and emitting a pale light.

A dozen thugs stood in the secret room, their eyes as sinister as wild dogs, coldly staring at her.

A man with tattooed arms was on the phone. After hanging up, he reported to the elderly man in a suit next to him, "Mr. Tang, we've caught six. We haven't found the others yet."

“Smith urgently needs people. If we can’t send them over tonight, we’ll have to pay a loss. This batch is all high-end goods without any defects or scars. We’ll conservatively estimate a loss of seven or eight million.”

Old Tang, his face cold, stroked the pistol in his hand and asked Chen Yuehong, who was pinned to the ground, "Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. Do you have a deep grudge against me? Who sent you to mess with me?"

Chen Yuehong gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Old Tang said coldly, "No comment? Take him away and bury him alive."

"Wait!" Just as Chen Yuehong was about to be dragged out the door, she shouted.

Chen Yuehong bit her lip hard, as if she was having some kind of internal struggle. Finally, she closed her eyes reluctantly and said in a deep voice, "I am a special agent of the Twin Cities Witch Management Bureau. I am undercover on orders from the organization to investigate matters related to the Calamity Weapon."

"Based on my recent investigation, your Dawn Society has not had any dealings with the Witch Alliance, but human trafficking is also a serious violation of Imperial law."

"I hope everyone can realize their mistakes and stop making the same mistakes. At least let those children who were caught go."

Upon hearing this, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

The two thugs who were dragging Chen Yuehong immediately stopped moving, and Old Tang also narrowed his eyes.

The tattooed man was silent for a moment, then pointed his machete at Chen Yuehong and cursed, "Who the hell are you trying to scare?!"

Old Tang stopped the tattooed man with a look, and slowly said to Chen Yuehong, "You say you are a special agent of the Bureau, how can you prove your identity?"

The work of a secret service agent is not as extreme as the public imagines in many ways.

Unless they are important secret agents lurking overseas, possessing crucial secrets concerning national security, the idea of ​​"never confessing, even if it means death" is simply not true.

For ordinary special agents working domestically, ensuring their own safety is always the top priority.

If they are captured by criminals during a mission and their lives are seriously threatened, they can reveal their identities and negotiate with the other party.

Chen Yuehong swallowed hard, her throat dry, and said in a low voice, "You can call the Bureau's public telephone and have the operator transfer you to Special Investigation Division Seven, then have me give you the identification code."

Old Tang nodded to the tattooed man, who then dialed the Bureau's external phone number, specifically requesting to be transferred to Special Investigation Division Seven, before putting the phone to Chen Yuehong's lips.

"Code name: Swift; Identification code: S10395."

A short while later, the call was transferred a second time, and a middle-aged man's voice came through: "Swift, what happened?"

Chen Yuehong closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry, team leader, I've been exposed. They're trying to kill me now, so I have no choice but to reveal my identity..."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

Soon, the middle-aged man's authoritative voice rang out again.

Is the other person next to you?

"They're all here. Tang Huajian, the leader of the Dawn Society, is right across from me."

"Tang Huajian, the person you are detaining is one of our special agents. On behalf of the Administration Bureau, I formally urge you to release our comrades immediately to prevent more serious consequences."

Veins bulged on Old Tang's forehead. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the tension. His facial muscles twitched incessantly, making him look like an old lion on the verge of exploding in rage.

Old Tang took the phone from him without saying anything and hung up immediately.

He silently looked down at Chen Yuehong, and after a long silence, he signaled his men to release Chen Yuehong, and then pointed outwards.

"You go."

Chen Yuehong pursed her lips. Although she failed to complete the mission assigned by the organization and even exposed her identity, she had at least saved many trafficked children, which was enough.

She turned around and staggered away.

Just then, without warning, Old Tang snatched the machete from the tattooed man and chopped it at the back of Chen Yuehong's head.

"Pfft!"

Chen Yuehong's head was split open like a watermelon, and she was knocked to the ground, her eyes wide open, lying in a pool of blood.

Old Tang, his face contorted in rage, hacked at Chen Yuehong while yelling, "Go to hell! You're cutting off my livelihood, and you even dared to reveal your identity to threaten me?!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?! Just a dog of the Management Bureau, you really think I wouldn't dare mess with you?!"

Chen Yuehong's head was quickly chopped off, and her body twitched erratically in the pool of blood before gradually becoming still. Her eyes remained open until her death.

Old Tang spat on Chen Yuehong's corpse, threw the machete aside, took the towel handed to him by his subordinate to wipe his hands, and looked as indifferent as if he had killed a dog.

Seeing this, the tattooed man asked in a deep voice, "Old Tang, she has already revealed her identity. If we still kill her, won't that offend the Bureau too much?"

Old Tang wiped his hands clean, threw the towel aside, and said sarcastically, "We're under the jurisdiction of the Public Security Bureau, not the Management Bureau. All that money spent every year isn't for nothing."

The surrounding thugs burst into arrogant laughter upon hearing this.

"Chop up this bastard and feed him to the dogs."

Chapter 215 You may be a little too extreme

"Oh!"

Yang Jie slammed his hand on the table, his eyes blazing with anger: "These people are too arrogant! Our special agents revealed their identities, and they still dared to kill us! This is a blatant provocation against us! It's extremely egregious!"

"If this doesn't get justice for Yuehong, then we should all take off our uniforms!!!"

Luo Shoucheng, the leader of the 9th team of the 7th Special Investigation Division, also had a gloomy expression, but compared to Yang Jie, who was almost losing control of his emotions, he seemed calmer and said in a deep voice, "Team Leader Yang, Yuehong is your old subordinate, I can understand your feelings."

"But the Dawn Society is not currently involved in any psychic cases. Even if our special agents are killed, we do not have law enforcement authority over such murders and can only entrust the police department to handle them."

Yang Jie paced back and forth in the room, pointing at the door and shouting, "I contacted them two hours ago, where are they?! Did they die on the way?!"

As Yang Jie was cursing, the door opened, and Director Yue Zhenyun led in a middle-aged man in uniform: "Old Qin, come, come, let's discuss in detail how to handle this matter."

The middle-aged man's name was Qin Wei. He was the director of the Twin Cities Police Department, and in terms of administrative rank, he was on par with Yue Zhenyun.

"Haha, sorry, I had a last-minute meeting. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Qin Wei waved to everyone with a smile and sat down.

He looked at Yang Jie, who had a cold face, and greeted him with a smile: "Old Yang, it's been a long time."

The Public Security Bureau and the Administration Bureau have a long-standing feud over the division of power, a fact known to the more senior officers, let alone Yang Jie.