Chapter 1391
Killing is the right thing to do!
Regardless of the other party's position or identity, as long as they are confirmed to be traitors, they should be shot on the spot without trial.
Because trials take time, and that time is in the hands of an insider, every second could become a countdown to the death of a comrade.
Choi Myung brought this experience to TPC.
So when the matter concerning those monks and lamas was clarified, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
They weren't even given a chance to explain themselves.
In Cui Ming's view, these heretical practitioners who use the banner of religion to fill their own desires with human lives are no different from those high-ranking officials who shut down the defense system.
They are all treacherous people.
They're all damned.
"Cui"
Megumi's voice came through the communicator. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just sighed.
"The bodies have been disposed of, and it has been announced that they were caused by a sudden illness."
"Ah."
Cui Ming's eyes never left the screen, and his fingers were still dancing on the keyboard.
"Ahui, keep an eye on things over there. Put anyone who has had contact with these evil cultivators on the watch list."
"clear."
Intermediary Hui paused for a moment, then added a sentence.
"However, with such a significant move this time, there might be pressure from above."
"pressure?"
Cui Ming finally turned his head and looked in the direction of the communicator, his eyes as cold as knives.
"Let them come to me."
His voice was calm, but it concealed a chilling ruthlessness.
“If they think the lives of a few con artists are more important than the safety of the entire base, then I’ll go and talk to them myself.”
He said the word "chat" very softly, but Keita Kijima knew him well.
That definitely doesn't mean just drinking tea and chatting.
"I understand, I'll handle it."
Without saying anything more, Kijima Megumi cut off the communication.
She knew that Cui Ming would not back down an inch on this matter.
Anyone who dares to stand in his way will be treated as an enemy and dealt with.
This is Storm One.
Megumi Kijima underestimated her husband's influence in TPC.
As mentioned before, Sawai and Choi made their conversation very clear.
What you need to do is write the report, and I'll approve the notes.
You can even make the first move without any problem.
Just send me the report later.
This is trust.
It wasn't the polite formality between superiors and subordinates, but the kind of trust that comes from truly entrusting one's life to another.
Director Sawai knew all too well what kind of person Choi Myung was.
This man from EDF doesn't crave power, money, or fame.
His goal was to kill the enemy and bring his comrades back alive.
This is enough.
To TPC, Choi Myung is a knife without a sheath, frighteningly sharp, capable of drawing blood from anyone who touches it.
But Sawai knew that the hilt of this sword would always face the human side.
Therefore, Sawai gave Choi the greatest authority.
Other departments need seven or eight stamps to apply for the transfer of weapons, and by the time it's approved, the monsters have already demolished two cities.
The situation is different for Cui Ming.
He acted first and reported later; all that was needed was for Sawai to sign his name afterwards.
Last time, Cui ordered the execution of those evil cultivators, and the report was only submitted the next day. Zejing glanced at it and approved it immediately.
"Handled appropriately."
Just four words.
They didn't even ask another question.
In Sawai's view, the fact that Choi had taken action meant those people deserved to die.
If even Cui Ming felt they deserved to die, then it means those people not only deserved to die, but also died too late.
After hanging up the call, Megumi thought for a moment and then sent a short message to Sawai, explaining Choi's next action plan.
The reply came less than 30 seconds after the message was sent.
"Read and fully support. The necessary resources can be used directly without further application." Jujian Hui looked at the reply, paused for a moment, and then smiled helplessly.
Yes.
How could she forget that her own man here has never been a subordinate who needs to be managed?
He is a sharp blade personally endorsed by Director Sawai.
Once drawn, it draws blood; once blood is drawn, it seals the throat.
All Sawai had to do was wipe the dust off the knife afterward.
After all, Sawai knew that Choi Myung was the real professional.
These cults are really disgusting; they've even started cooperating with aliens.
Sawai sat in the director's office, holding the briefing that Choi Myung-gang had just handed him, the edges of the paper already crumpled from his grip.
His face was grim, like a piece of iron that had been frozen for too long, and even his wrinkles exuded coldness.
Those cults were indeed dealt with too lightly back then.
Sawai recalled that when dealing with similar incidents in the past, directly deploying the military was always too lenient.
What can the military do?
Surround, disperse, arrest, trial.
Then those rats hiding in the shadows change their shells, continue to burrow, continue to reproduce, and continue to spread poison into human society.
Once they got in touch with the aliens, the military's procedures became a joke.
You send tanks to bomb a cult stronghold hidden in a residential area?
The aliens just opened a portal to another dimension and took everyone away; you couldn't even catch a wisp of dust.
"Director."
Cui Ming stood in front of the desk, his voice filled with anxious urgency, but his posture was as steady as a nail driven into the ground.
“These people can no longer be treated as ordinary criminals. They are traitors, collaborators, and beasts who help foreign enemies dig up their own ancestral graves.”
Sawai looked up and met Choi Myung's gaze.
The two men had very similar eyes, both possessing a cold, hard look that came from having seen too many dead people.
What do you want to do?
Sawai asked very directly, without any nonsense or bureaucratic jargon.
"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots."
Cui Ming's answer was even more direct, just four words, like four stones hitting the table.
"It's not just about arresting a few ringleaders, it's about uprooting their network, screening everyone who has had contact with them, and digging out all those who are providing funding, venues, and intelligence behind the scenes."
He paused, clenching his fist at his side, his knuckles making a slight clicking sound.
"Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."
After listening, Sawai didn't frown or shake his head; he simply picked up a pen and signed his name on the briefing.
The brushstrokes were heavy, and the ink seeped through the back of the paper.
"Go do it."
Sawai pushed the briefing back to Choi Myung, her voice as calm as if she were talking about today's weather.
"Just allocate the resources you need; you don't need to ask me."
"What if someone from above blocks us?"
Cui Ming took the briefing, a hint of probing flashing in his eyes.
"Then let them come find me."
Sawai leaned back in her chair, a forced smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"I'd like to see who dares to protect a group of traitors who are making deals with aliens at this time."
Cui Ming nodded, folded the briefing and stuffed it into his pocket, then turned and walked towards the door.
He walked very fast, as if he didn't want to waste a single second.
“Cui Ming”.
Sawai suddenly called out to him again.
"Don't hold back."
Cui Ming stopped at the door, his back to Ze Jing, his shoulders taut.
"I never hold back."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out. The light in the corridor cast a long shadow of him, like a drawn sword.
Sawai stared at the door that had closed again, remaining silent for a long time.
Then he took out another document from the drawer, which was the address book of TPC's senior management.
He started making calls one by one.
The content of every phone call was the same.
“Cui is about to make his move. Cooperate with him. Anyone who dares to hold us back will be dealt with personally.”
This is trust.
It is also an order. (End of Chapter)