Chapter 1390
Kill the Traitor First!
Cui Ming walked out of the interrogation room, rubbing his temples.
Headache.
This is really giving me a headache.
Although I know that TPC is currently reacting to the Sukunagami incident.
However, the people they recruited were a mixed bag.
Cui Ming leaned against the wall of the corridor, took a deep breath, and suppressed the chaotic images of ritual scenes and evil cultivation tools in his mind.
Forget it.
Most of them are capable.
Only a few had problems.
This world is considered good.
At least those truly skilled Taoist priests and monks had real skills.
At the other end of the corridor, several experts who had been invited were gathered together.
The old Taoist priest who could draw talismans to ward off evil spirits stroked his beard, glanced in the direction of the interrogation room, and shook his head.
"He deserves to die."
His voice was not loud, but every word was clear.
"Those who use the name of gods and Buddhas to commit evil deeds are more hateful than ordinary demons. Benefactor Cui did a good job killing them."
Beside him, an old monk wearing a kasaya clasped his hands together and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer.
“Amitabha. Such wicked beings, if left in the world, will only defile the Dharma and harm more innocent people. Your actions, benefactor, are acting on behalf of Heaven.”
Another shrine maiden, dressed in traditional attire, nodded, her expression indifferent.
“They dare to bring things like human skin drums and sister drums to TPC? They must have a death wish.”
Upon hearing these words, Cui Ming paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.
These truly capable people didn't care at all about Cui Ming killing those scumbags.
On the contrary, they seemed to feel that the cleanup was not thorough enough.
However, Cui Ming also realized something.
Cults must be eradicated!
This cult is causing immense harm to people!
Cui Ming's gaze darkened.
He has seen too much of the dark side of the world.
Those organizations that use the guise of salvation to amass wealth and commit murder are more difficult to deal with than any monster.
At least the monsters are visible and can be attacked.
Cults lurk in people's hearts, cloaked in a sacred guise, turning the living into the living dead.
Japan and South Korea, in particular, are true cult superpowers.
All sorts of bizarre and outlandish doctrines have emerged one after another.
Cheating someone out of money or sex is the least of their problems.
Even worse, some people use human lives to fill those absurd rituals.
The same applies to Europe and America.
But the problem isn't too big.
After all, TPC exists in this world, so the control over it is still very strict.
Large organizations in Europe and America have long been under close surveillance and dare not act too recklessly.
Therefore, some of those who slipped through the net are particularly good at hiding their true intentions.
They present themselves as enlightened masters, infiltrate legitimate religious groups, or travel around under the guise of cultural exchange.
On the surface, he appeared kind and benevolent, but behind the scenes, he was a thief and a prostitute. They just hadn't expected to encounter Cui Ming, a man with terrifyingly broad horizons.
As Cui Ming walked past the group of experts, the old Taoist priest suddenly spoke.
“Benefactor Cui, if you wish to eradicate these remaining evildoers, this humble Taoist is willing to lend a helping hand.”
Cui Ming stopped, turned his head, and his gaze lingered on the old man's face for a moment.
"There will be a chance."
His voice still carried that urgent, impatient tone, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Not a single one can escape."
Cui Ming stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the command room, his palm pressed against the cold glass. His blurry shadow was reflected on the glass surface, like a ghost stuck to it.
Outside the window, the city lights resembled an inverted sea of stars, while TPC patrol planes streaked across the sky, leaving faint trails of light.
Surveillance cameras rotated on the street corner, emitting a faint motor hum. The screens in the intelligence center were lit 24 hours a day, and blue light shone through the windows, illuminating the entire building like a sleepless lighthouse.
Under such a high level of control, even a rat crossing the street would be recorded, let alone those cults that swindle and deceive. They should have no soil, no air, no way to survive, and should have been uprooted before they could grow and expand.
But Cui Ming frowned.
He suddenly realized something—it was precisely because TPC had locked up the ground so tightly that those madmen who were cornered would crawl underground, into the shadows, and into places that were not human.
Their hands will reach out to monsters, to aliens, to anything from which they can borrow power, just as a drowning person will grab onto any floating object, even if it is a poisonous snake.
Cui Ming hadn't considered this possibility beforehand, mainly because TPC was developing so well that he almost forgot what choices a madman driven to the brink of despair would make under absolute suppression.
Cui Ming never expected that even with such strict measures, cults and the like would still dare to exist!
He tapped his palm on the windowsill quickly, as if he were calculating something, and then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but there was no warmth in that smile, only a chill that sent shivers down one's spine.
"How dare you!"
Cui Ming said something in a low voice, which was reflected back by the glass and sounded particularly clear in the empty command room.
These guys not only dare to exist, but they also dare to reach for things they shouldn't touch, making deals with monsters and signing contracts with aliens. Do they think they can survive under the TPC's nose like this? Do they think they can evade surveillance by using supernatural power?
"Ah-hui," Choi Myung suddenly spoke, his voice filled with urgent impatience, "Get ready, Victory Team will now provide all technical support. These hidden cults need to be thoroughly cleaned up."
The voice of Kijima came from the other end of the communicator. Her tone was calm, as if she was already used to Choi Myung's decisive style, but there was a hint of worry in the end of her voice that only a husband and wife could hear.
“No problem, Cui,” she paused, her voice lowering, “Be careful.”
After hearing this, Cui Ming's lips seemed to twitch slightly, but his eyes remained as deep as two wells.
He didn't say much, just grunted in response, and then hung up the call.
His hands tapped rapidly on the holographic keyboard, his movements so fast it was as if he were in a hurry. The data stream on the screen began to scroll wildly, cross-referencing all unsolved cases of strange disappearances in the past five years and suspected paranormal events reported from various places, searching for overlaps.
"Investigate." Cui Ming stared at the scrolling data stream on the screen, his voice as calm as if he were chopping vegetables. "Don't even think about letting a single one escape."
Choi Myung hates traitors the most!
After all, these kinds of guys are more terrifying than enemies when they cause destruction.
If aliens attack, at least you know they are the enemy, you know which direction they will attack from, and you know their goal is destruction or conquest.
But treacherous people are different.
They blend into the crowd, eat the same food as you, wear the same clothes, and might even put their arms around you and call you brother.
Then, at the most crucial moment, they stabbed him in the back.
This knife is more deadly than enemy artillery shells.
Because you don't guard against your own people.
Cui Ming had seen too many scenes like this when he was in EDF.
In one cycle, a fool who had been bribed by the Star Guide shut down the base's defense system at a critical moment, causing the entire frontline force to be surrounded and wiped out.
Cui Ming watched as his comrade was shattered into pieces by a beam of light that fell from the sky, without even leaving a last word.
After that incident, EDF learned from their experience.
Kill the traitor first! (End of Chapter)