937: Chapter 923 Breakthrough 937: Chapter 923 Breakthrough “Initially placing you under house surveillance, then directing you to the Special Service Team, was indeed a rare and wise decision by the Bureau of Anomaly Managent…”
Xia Qin had said this.
“…If you had followed back then, I could have at least secured you the position of a Great Priest.”
Chris had spoken thus.
As for Lu Ping’an himself, he was quite indifferent; he had always been this way, consistently so—it was just that in this “Peaceful” world, he had found a place to apply his martial skills…
Otherwise, in any other world, he would probably have already resorted to direct physical confrontation, with no need for such superfluous strategies.
“…The autopsy is complete.
The fatal injury is indeed from the claw strike of a Magical Beast, but there are marks of his ankle being pierced through.
The wound is small but enough to prevent normal Running, it looks like he was thrown out as bait…”
“This guy also died from a sneak attack; Magical Beasts wouldn’t leave a clear cut from a blade.”
“…These are marks of a Curse, huh, still the sa old acquaintance…”
“A Demon struck by lightning, yet there are Burning marks, it couldn’t be they hard their own kind and then ca to cheat the bereavent money, could it?”
Most of the bodies weren’t brought back, but a few were dragged back…
They too wanted to communicate their hardships to the funder, hoping for more compensation.
Lu Ping’an had an autopsy conducted to try and reconstruct the scene, and he roughly understood what had happened.
“Sothing within expectations…”
To have a group of Beasts fight to the death, one only needs to offer them a single portion of precious food, a beautiful mate, a wealthy Territory…
When all “quotas” are limited to “one”, all cooperation and deals are bound to be superficial.
The strategy of using two peaches to incite three n to fight is cliché and trite, but the most effective strategies are often those that have stood the test of ti.
Whether they work still depends on how they are used, and who uses them.
Lu Ping’an had deliberately removed the quota of “one steward” from the very beginning, and his target was not those “refugees”, and even if the refugees competed for it, they would have an obvious inherent disadvantage…
To appoint a foreigner as one’s steward would also be a burden for the locals.
By doing this, he greatly reduced the “targeted” feeling among “them”.
On the contrary, they even had the illusion that they had found a good deal themselves, that they had fought for it…
Lu Ping’an’s act, including his initial coldness and rejection, undoubtedly reinforced this illusion and reduced the likelihood they considered it “a Trap”.
If there was a performance to be put on, it needed to be done in full.
Lu Ping’an would not say anything, not make any requests, just throw out one “exchange” proposal after another, letting them fight for it, letting them deduce on their own…
As for whether they can co up with what Lu Ping’an has implied, that was their business.
“Another five dead, huh?
Heh, and two at the Decree-level…
interesting, more on the opposite side.”
These people, they weren’t simply killed by Demons, and moreover, the dead weren’t just “Human”.
“Ant-like perception species, Frost-skinned species, interesting…”
Within the interstellar Refugee Camps, it wasn’t just the single family of Blood Feast maniacs; facing Lu Ping’an’s temptation, other Ethnic groups were equally moved.
They naturally beca competitors, with at least more than half of the casualties resulting from mutual slaughter.
The direct perpetrators likely didn’t return to the city, becoming missing persons instead…
After all, the “Hunting-dogs” were quite a handful to deal with.
If you rely kicked soone when they were down, straddling the edge of a “non-cri” would only invoke their animosity, but if you committed murder with your own hands, those creatures would pursue and bite you.
Of course, this ability had its limits…
Lu Ping’an heard that even the finest Police Dogs wouldn’t have a sensing range beyond three kiloters, and as ti went on, the scent of “cri” would fade.
Generally, in about three days, even for the cri of murder, you would only receive their angry stares.
Massacre and resentnt don’t disappear, but the causal chain of the Massacre would weaken over ti.
“Many of the foreign species’ deaths were by Poison Arrow…”
“Chopping Axe, there’s one with hand-to-hand combat injuries.”
“Tsk, drained of blood, resuming the old trade on different planets.”
So of the victims’ body parts were also brought back by their companions and relatives, making it easy for Lu Ping’an to obtain the results.
It’s not just humans who possess supernatural systems; in fact, nearly all ethnic groups capable of setting foot in the star-zone have their own extraordinary systems.
Perhaps not strong enough, but they can’t do without…
it’s all too normal for the two sides to fight to the death in the wilderness.”
He would lead the target out of the city, which in so sense was exactly for this reason…
To deal with the tiliness and range issues of the “police dog,” the common approach for security is to cast the net wide, establishing many “doghouses.”
And as soon as one doghouse is triggered, a Hunting-dog confirms the “sin” above the alert line, then, with the activation of the doghouse network, the problems beco endless.
But if it were outside the city, in lawless lands…
“…they will relish the kill.”
Lu Ping’an saw things very clearly, and he wasn’t even concerned with the current “harvest.”
What he cared about was that his strategy was taking effect, multiple parties had already ford blood feuds, and so in the other “missions” to co, their ways of competing would be very direct…
Your people die off, and naturally, the mission is mine.”
All he had to do was to throw out baits, giving them a reason to slaughter each other.
And this, was just the beginning…
“Thank you all for your hard work…
My factory here is in need of so security and maintenance staff; are any of you interested?”
After a bunch of nonsense, Lu Ping’an pulled out so “small cakes.”
They were very sweet, limited in number, the kind that left you craving more after just one bite, making you want to snatch others’ portions.
These fewer than ten “security” positions were a long-term and stable job that appeared very tempting to these people.
He didn’t allocate them according to rit or even distribution…
he crudely gave half to those from the Blood Feast who “perford the best,” the other half to other species, and still fell short by a small fraction.
One does not fear scarcity but inequality; no need to elaborate on what would happen next…
The following mission was the most lethal yet.
After who knows how many lives were lost, in just half a month, Lu Ping’an’s showroom was graced with more than a dozen fairly impressive new exhibits.
anwhile, under his guidance, unknowingly, the “villains chasing Mr.
An Nan’s dream” also developed a habit…
a strange custom of deadly combat outside the city and peaceful coexistence within the city walls.
“Heh, what a false Peaceful World…”
He actually had noticed the problems with these extraordinary civilizations.
They rely too heavily on extraordinary powers, on that simple and direct “magic” solution to problems.
The technology tree on Earth, skewed by the rise of the extraordinary, is the reality, showing a stark difference in technological levels between the two parallel worlds of the sa age.
This world was no exception; the ease of obtaining “extraordinary” powers left many gaps.
Their police officers even lacked basic reasoning and evidence collection skills…
If simply shutting doors and releasing dogs could solve problems, why bother with the hassle.
Thus, effortlessly, Lu Ping’an had “found” this society’s “security loopholes”…
And not just outside the city.
“Heh, mummified corpses appearing on the streets, how interesting…”
Lu Ping’an, while reading the newspaper and sipping milk tea, feigned shock, even patting his chest.
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