“Clink, clink, clink—” Shiro packed a sack of dennies; the sound of the coins clinking together was like music to his ears.
Because the safe was in a remote spot, the dennies didn’t fly into the sky with everything else.
There were also quite a few large-denomination paper dennies.
As for bank cards, they were useless to hold onto and using them would cause trouble.
This bag of dennies would last a while, worth many commissions.
It was a pity he couldn’t bring over the 100 million dennies he’d hoarded in the game.
The ancients didn’t lie; one of the fastest ways to get rich is by raiding a house.
“Owner, were you a terrorist before?” Twiggy walked over, her prosthetic limbs crunching on the gravel of the building’s ruins.
This kind of destructive power was truly potent, comparable to thermal weapons.
“No, I’m just a friendly neighbor from Sixth Street.” Hearing this, Shiro struck a righteous and grand pose.
Terrorist?
That didn’t sound good.
He was a civilized person.
“Your commission won’t be finished for a while.
You can go find your Captain Anby; Cunning Hares needs someone with a good head on their shoulders like you.” “My identity is too sensitive.” Twiggy shook her head.
Shiro’s Healing Magic and that destructive power from earlier made her realize he wasn’t an ordinary person.
Sixth Street is quite a place of hidden talent; even a Yorozuya owner has this kind of power.
As for going to Anby, she didn’t want to affect Captain Anby, even though she really wanted to talk to her.
“Twiggy, you should have plenty of criminal evidence and contact records for that Black Doctor, right?” Shiro asked.
“Yes.” “That Black Doctor has contacts with people from the TOPS Financial Alliance and the Public Security Bureau.” Twiggy took out a USB drive.
She had been cautious and secretly recorded some things; otherwise, how could she serve as the brains of the Silver Squad?
Shiro nodded and directly dialed a number.
[Hello, it’s working hours.
Shiro, why are you calling me?] “My dear Zhu Yuan, do you want to advance your career?” Shiro said with a smile.
“I’ve brought you some merit.” [You’re not talking about Sixth Street again, are you?] Zhu Yuan was speechless on the other end.
Shiro had joked with her before, saying there was a complete criminal chain.
If she could investigate Sixth Street thoroughly, the merit she’d gain might even land her the position of Director of the Public Security Bureau.
How could that be?
Sixth Street was clearly a place of simple and honest folk, and the people there spoke very gently.
In the polls for the most livable streets in New Eridu, Sixth Street consistently ranked among the top.
“I happened to obtain records of black market organ trafficking here, along with other interesting criminal evidence.” [You’re not joking?] Zhu Yuan’s voice became serious.
With her sense of justice, she loathed the evil of organ trafficking, but it was too deeply rooted for her current power to pull it out by the roots.
“Officer Zhu Yuan, I’m not lying.” [I understand.
Let’s meet at your Yorozuya then.] If it involved legitimate actions, she, Zhu Yuan, definitely wanted to advance.
Zhu Yuan took Qingyi along and drove a police car to Sixth Street.
“Take this.
Put it on your face to disguise yourself, and take it off to return to your original appearance.” Shiro tossed a mask to Twiggy.
Bought for ten points, it was specifically for disguises, though it only changed appearance; things like scent, build, and voice couldn’t be altered.
Twiggy put it on, and her face immediately turned into a common one, fitting perfectly with no signs of a disguise.
Even her white hair turned black.
The characteristics of the Silver Squad were no longer visible; there was a high chance even Anby wouldn’t recognize her standing right in front of her.
Looking in the mirror, even Twiggy barely recognized herself.
It was a complete transformation.
A Yorozuya product, reliable as always.
Sixth Street, Yorozuya.
When Shiro and Twiggy returned, Zhu Yuan and Qingyi were already standing at the door.
It was unclear how long they had been there.
“I’ve been waiting for ten minutes.
You’re really slow.” Zhu Yuan looked at her watch and then at Shiro, speechless.
Did he have no sense of time?
Qingyi smiled slightly and nodded to Shiro, the composure of the older generation written all over her face.
“This is a Yorozuya, of course there’s a lot to do.
I just went to save a young girl who lost her way on the path of life,” Shiro said playfully.
No matter how many times he saw her, he felt Zhu Yuan’s hair volume was truly amazing.
Her thick black hair with red highlights was like a fluffy fox tail.
Furthermore, although seen from the front, Zhu Yuan’s figure was really good, with a rear that few in Zenless Zone Zero can match.
Zhu Yuan’s rear, the soul of the Public Security Bureau.
Qingyi, beside her, was shorter and smaller than Zhu Yuan, much more petite.
But with her green twin-tails, she looked quite cute.
From the lines on her legs, one could see they weren’t of human structure; it felt like her legs could be detached.
Twiggy opened her mouth to speak; calling her a lost girl didn’t seem wrong.
She was indeed about to become the kind of person she once hated most.
“As expected of Shiro the Great Philanthropist, so busy with a myriad of affairs, even busier than a Public Security Officer like me,” Zhu Yuan teased with a smile.
Her gaze fell on the bag Shiro was carrying.
Why did it look like a large bag of dennies?
“Let’s go inside and talk.” Shiro opened the door.
The brand-new interior made Zhu Yuan’s and Qingyi’s eyes light up.
Not having visited for a while, the renovation had become even more warm and comfortable.
It seemed this Great Philanthropist had earned quite a lot from commission rewards.
“Shopkeeper, what are you carrying on your back?
Is the source legal?” Qingyi asked with a half-smile.
“Legal, of course it’s legal,” Shiro said, patting his chest.
Obtained from a gray area establishment without any business license—this was called robbing the rich to help the poor (himself).
Qingyi smiled and didn’t linger on the topic.
As long as one didn’t do anything atrocious, in this social environment, everyone was trying their best to survive.
“Here, see for yourselves.” Shiro gave the USB drive to Zhu Yuan and sat on a chair by the door to soak up the sun.
This feeling of getting stronger every moment was truly addictive.
The sun is shining bright, I’m here to bask in the light…
…
As Zhu Yuan looked through the data, her brow furrowed tighter and her expression turned ugly.
Qingyi remained calm; as an old-timer, she had seen much and was basically surprised by nothing.
Could anything be worse than humans?
She wasn’t shocked at all; isn’t that just how people are?
“Senior, let’s take action and launch an investigation,” Zhu Yuan said to Qingyi.
Her sense of justice made her want to punish the unrighteous.
At this moment, she wasn’t thinking about wanting to advance anymore, but about striking down evil, otherwise more victims would appear.
“Naive Zhu Yuan, this matter isn’t that easy.
When you find one cockroach, it means there are already countless others,” Qingyi said calmly.
“If you don’t pull it out by the roots, even if you catch someone, those hidden deeper will still be fine.” “Three feet of ice isn’t formed in a single day’s cold.” Organ trafficking certainly had a complete and massive network of connections involving too many people and factions.
If they could all truly be brought to justice, Zhu Yuan likely could really sit in the Director’s chair.
But with just this bit of evidence, it wasn’t enough to bring them to justice.
Instead, it might ruin Zhu Yuan’s bright future, and even her family could be implicated.
Shiro chimed in, “Zhu Yuan, think of your family.
A cornered dog will jump over a wall, so what will a cornered person do?” In this New Eridu where orphans were too many to count, Zhu Yuan was one of the few characters with both parents, and she had a stable job as a Public Security Officer—a total winner in life.
Besides, this was a commission for his Yorozuya.
Once it was resolved, the merit would go directly to Zhu Yuan.
“…Yeah, I understand.” Zhu Yuan frowned.
It was indeed difficult to take action; the target was a bit too tough.
But seeing this kind of intelligence, how could she not care?
“Zhu Yuan, investigate secretly first,” Qingyi said unhurriedly.
Shiro stretched and poured iced fruit juice for Zhu Yuan and Qingyi.
Squeezed this morning and kept in the refrigerator, it would taste better.
“Moisten your throats.” Zhu Yuan was slightly stunned and politely thanked him, “Thank you.” Qingyi chuckled, “I thought you had forgotten about this.” “Heh, I actually just remembered.” “Twiggy, this is yours.” Shiro poured a glass for Twiggy as well.
“Thank you.” Twiggy took a small sip, her eyes lighting up.
In a place like the Research Institute, there was no such fresh juice.
Even when the Silver Army was still around, she rarely drank it.
Cool and sweet, the taste of the juice was refreshing.