Chapter 609: Is there still such a good thing?

Just as he thought, Zhang Jie is currently bullying the anomaly.

That anomaly, which explodes at a glance, Zhang Jie went up to it alone, and with a Shotgun blast he tore a huge hole in its belly; all the anomaly bureau staff preparing for a big fight fell silent.

Is that right?

In the next moment, the fierce clashing sound reached everyone's ears; even without looking, one could tell how intense this battle was.

Accompanied by the mimic's miserable cries, Zhang Jie put away his living Shotgun.

This thing is growing faster and faster; calling it a Shotgun now seems inadequate, it's more like an anti-materiel rifle that fires shotgun shells.

Gurgle.....

The living Shotgun's tentacle let out a satisfied gurgle; this meal filled it up, and inside that mimic's body there wasn't just one anomaly.

"Alright, brothers."

Zhang Jie came back carrying the Shotgun; in this battle, nobody else could be of any use.

Pap pap pap.....

The bureau chief of the neighboring city's anomaly bureau walked out clapping, his eyes full of admiration for Zhang Jie.

"Truly, heroes emerge from youth."

"Thank you, Officer Zhang Jie; the 500w travel allowance our department promised, plus an anomaly item, will be given to you when you leave."

He said with a smile, his heart's love for talent reaching its peak; actually, the headquarters never promised that much—these are all coming out of his own pocket.

At the same time, he realized something: Zhang Jie will surely become a jack-of-all-trades for all city districts!

I believe it won't be long before this guy is summoned by headquarters to serve on another planet.

But who knows; he can't even guess what headquarters is thinking.

"You flatter me."

"What are you going to do with that mimic's corpse over there?"

"Just leave it there."

"However, Officer Zhang Jie, an elite guard has just come to me seeking help."

"He specifically asked to see you."

Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow, "What the heck? The bureau chief wants to see him? When did he get such clout?"

Well, that's true too; his normal combat ability is actually far stronger than some elite guards, he's in demand everywhere, so wanting to see him really isn't easy.

"Where is he?"

"This way, please."

Looking at the bureau chief's respectful demeanor, Zhang Jie's squad quickly realized that their captain... might not last much longer.

It's obvious they now belong to two different worlds.

Soon after, in an antiquely styled tea room, exquisitely delicate pastries were set before Zhang Jie; they tasted great, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Is this the treatment of a big shot?"

"These people sure know how to enjoy themselves."

Zhang Jie stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth, and shortly after, a figure walked in here.

"Just waiting."

A middle-aged man sat down, and the moment Zhang Jie saw him, he instantly recognized him!

This big brother is the one who, when he subdued the containment object and a group of people were thrown out, was taking a shower naked at that time!

Good, good, good; no wonder he didn't cause trouble back then—turns out he was socially dead and had no time to come looking.

Zhang Jie immediately focused his attention, the Shotgun at his waist twitching as if it had begun to get excited.

"Who are you?"

"Zhang Jie... brother, I won't waste words; I know you've subdued the containment object—the Chief's lingering resentment."

"I feel sorry for having kept you apart from your family for nearly ten years."

"You're not here to cause trouble, are you?"

Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow, "No secrets between honest people," and he liked the other's attitude.

Frankly, he didn't hide it either; if the other wanted to investigate, Zhang Jie would be completely open about this—hiding it would be pointless.

He took out the vortex projected on the cube, placed it on the table, and the moment the other saw it, his eyes lit up.

"Is this it?"

"Yes! That's him!"

"So, what exactly does this thing do?"

The other's ecstatic expression froze instantly, then turned into a bitter smile.

He knew that if he didn't tell the truth, even that tiny chance of success would vanish.

"It's reversal."

"But this is only part of it."

The man rubbed his hands, his gaze never leaving that thing, only his eyes grew sorrowful.

"Reversal?"

"Yes."

"This containment object was born from a Chief Investigator who died under extreme contamination."

"That investigator's unwillingness and refusal were condensed by the contamination into a power that can affect reality."

"And this containment object is exactly what he wants to use to reverse his past unwillingness."

Zhang Jie, fuzzy-headed, frowned and asked a question.

"In other words, does this thing have the ability to reverse time?"

No no no! Not! It can reverse the outcome of something.

What exactly are you doing with him?

I want.... to use him to reverse my wife who has already been contaminated and devoured.

Zhang Jie:......

Buddy, you'd be better off coming to rob me; that way I can at least kill you without any burden.

Don't use this kind of knife to kill me!

Zhang Jie decided to first use special vision to observe the opponent's facial pattern.

Yellow facial pattern, white lines, this person....

Sigh....

Can it only be used once?

No, not!

It requires bearing super huge contamination! It must be borne by the person who is acknowledged.

That is..... you!

This is why he feels hope is slim; if he had to bear the contamination himself, there would be no problem at all.

But the problem is, this contained object won't give him the chance to bear the contamination; everything is for Zhang Jie to bear.

What does super huge contamination mean? A chief investigator can barely resist it, but afterward they are either dead or crippled, at an extraordinarily high cost.

If you're unwilling, I can give up all my property and wait, wait until the day you become a chief investigator.

No need, it's approved.

???

Bear contamination? What else is there to say! This is a good thing!

Zhang Jie has always wanted to test just how high a concentration of contamination he can withstand; isn't the shotgun's huge contamination cost something he also uses as a normal attack?

Just adding the word 'huge', how powerful could it be?

Better to exchange a favor for money, after all he isn't very wealthy right now.

You! You agreed!

Of course, but....

Zhang Jie's tone suddenly turned stern, his pair of black eyes fixed firmly on the other party.

You must first tell me where exactly this information of yours comes from.

(Thanks everyone, foster fathers, for your concern! The ginseng is better, but my throat still hurts terribly....)