[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-the-cleanup-crew":3,"chapter-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-949":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm the Cleanup Crew!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2286785,4472,"Chapter 949: 547 Make a Deal","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-949",949,"\u003Cp>《Risking Death to Expose: Why Did Prince Andre Bomb the Wang Gong?》\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>《Prince Andre Aims to Use New Technology to Fully Control All Citizens!》\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>《Shocking! All Royal Family Members Have Been Killed!》\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>《Shocking! Prince Andre Has Done This to His Own People!》\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the horrifying headlines plastered on newspaper stands by the roadside, the public, who had previously been uncertain and wary, instantly erupted in chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broadcast’s claims were all true—Prince Andre had truly betrayed his country!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After standing by the roadside and skimming through “Risking Death to Expose: Bombing the Wang Gong?” in a few glances, a civilian with thick glasses and a scholarly appearance was struck dumb with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To cover up the truth, Prince Andre not only sent troops to attack Princess Philia and had the broadcast tower blown up, but even directly assaulted the Wang Gong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were merely written reports, it might still be hard to believe—but seeing the photograph occupying half the newspaper, showing the mechanical army advancing toward the Wang Gong, the scholarly citizen could no longer hold himself together. He instinctively adjusted his glasses, staring in awe as he muttered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this is insane. How could Prince Andre do such a thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, the real insanity is yet to come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the scholar’s mutter, another middle-aged man standing nearby glanced at the headline on his newspaper, then sneered and handed his own paper over, pointing to a six-frame photo:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at this! This is the real madness!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After glancing curiously at the sudden speaker, the scholarly man mechanically took the paper and stared at the headline image—the moment his eyes locked onto it, his pupils dilated sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six dark-hued photos showed the backs of six different men, each with a metallic mechanical “spider” clinging to their skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six legs of each mechanical spider resembled sharp chisels, piercing through the thin layer of skin and flesh on the skulls, their sharp tips visibly drilling into the bone, as if sucking something out, locked in place with unyielding force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a hurried glance at the article’s text, the scholarly man trembled as he whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this is the mind-control method mentioned in the broadcast? The No.1 Research Zone really developed technology to turn people into puppets?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his face filled with dread as he replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t the photos right here? Do you think these are fake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe… maybe they’re staged?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to accept such insane reality, the bespectacled man ventured a hypothesis:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I noticed all these men are unconscious—what if those mechanical spiders were planted on them afterward to frame Prince Andre? It’s not impossible, is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk… are you seriously arguing with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the scholar’s hypothesis, the middle-aged man exploded in curses, then shoved another newspaper into his hands and barked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe those were staged—but what about this one? Is this staged too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled by the man’s loud voice, the scholar instinctively flinched, then took the crumpled newspaper and carefully unfolded it—and…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sssss!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw the front-page image, a cold shiver shot up from his tailbone, racing along his spine to the crown of his head, making his scalp tingle. He involuntarily gasped, his hand jerking so hard he tore a large hole in the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man glared at him, annoyed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just lent you a glance—how’d you end up tearing my newspaper? You owe me a new one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the scholar was no longer hearing a word. His gaze, magnified by his bottle-bottom glasses, was locked rigidly on the front-page image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The photo was taken inside a dimly lit hall, where over a hundred people sat with blank, rigid expressions, their skulls split open under cold blue lighting, revealing pinkish-purple brains riddled with grooves, their eyes fixed blankly on the camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The photographer either lacked skill or was terrified by the “skull-open” figures—the shot was crooked, and most faces were blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this technical flaw perfectly obscured the faces of nearly all the “skull people,” leaving only their eyes—lifeless, cold, eerily human yet utterly inhuman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of this terrifying group, hunched over on the throne, his skull completely hollow and exposed forward, sat the King Fei—who had smiled and bowed to the people of the Krook Kingdom just months ago at the celebration!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… this… this…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with this shocking, explosive photograph—and the truth behind it, ten or a hundred times more horrifying—the scholar’s face turned ashen. He screamed uncontrollably:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scholar’s scream was so sudden it made the middle-aged man clutch his chest in alarm—and even Leon, who had been flipping through a newspaper nearby, jumped and nearly ripped the paper from the stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looks like it worked well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After glancing at the scholar’s expression, Leon nodded in satisfaction, then rose and walked away from the newsstand, merging into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these newspapers distributed, the last interference can now be eliminated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before this, thanks to Atifi 00’s soul-coding technology, Prince Andre still had the potential to control other army commanders and raise another force. I had to prepare not only for the Scorpion Director but also for possible reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, with these newspapers out, the remaining military commanders of the Krook Kingdom, to avoid becoming puppets, will certainly refuse to let Prince Andre’s envoys near them. Aside from the Scorpion Director, he has no other cards left to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that all possible “interferences” have been removed, all I need is to complete my final preparations—and then I can strike at the No.1 Research Zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling all intelligence on the Scorpion Director, Leon left the crowd at his destination, stepped toward the roadside greenery, crouched down, and rummaged through the bushes for a moment, pulling out a small milk-white flower. He flicked its stem twice with his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, the emerald-eyed girl, eyes tightly shut, was flung out from the flower’s core and landed with a thud in the greenery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wake up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After slapping Philia’s soft cheek to rouse her from unconsciousness, Leon looked at her dazed expression and said seriously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s make a deal. I’ll save your life—and in return, you call me Dad. How about it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1040,"2026-06-20T03:18:35.371Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cfec34842315c5e1c8713525c53fec8f6e5bde81627eb7c07fafd8e724ef8625","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-950","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-948",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]