CHAPTER 223: CHAPTER 109: TIME FLIES

It wasn’t long.

The police arrived and tried to disperse the gathering crowd of residents.

As the police dispersed them, many people asked questions while looking up at the home of the old train chief.

"Officer, what’s going on here?"

"Let me tell you, just now the train chief jumped down from upstairs, and he wasn’t hurt at all! Like a god!"

"I don’t think these four people are human! Train Chief Zhang is protecting the public!"

"Aren’t they the ’Rat people’ from the internet? I always thought that was fake..."

"Their lair has been destroyed, don’t worry..."

They spoke among themselves, and some even vouched for Zhang Feng.

Some pedestrians from outside specifically came in, standing at the edge of the crowd, craning their necks, squinting fearfully, yet curiously observing the twisted corpses.

Until several officers finished taking photos and covered the bodies with white cloth, shielding them from the crowd’s gaze.

And now, there was no need for a confidentiality agreement.

The matter of the rats has been spreading in bits and pieces these past few years, their specific characteristics searchable online.

The public reported them wherever they were seen.

Otherwise, these four rats wouldn’t have hidden, pulling the train curtains.

Of course, this was also due to the advanced networks and communications, with almost everyone having a cellphone and landline.

There were more and more cameras, thus the openness increased significantly.

If it were a few years ago, without locating the lair first, and uncertain about the number of rats, plus with less developed internet and sparse cameras,

disclosure would firstly cause panic, secondly make uncertain numbers of rats desperate, randomly killing, causing greater panic.

Frankly speaking,

because the investigation bureau was split, teams were formed in each province and region to catch rats.

Even if there were still one or two left and caused trouble, they could quickly be tracked and contained.

With time passing, the lair information being confirmed, allowed for relatively comprehensive arrangements by the authorities.

Adding Zhang Feng’s years of passing the formula for enhancing constitution and training.

If delayed a little longer, the public would be even safer.

Meanwhile.

Outside the neighborhood.

Zhang Feng was not upstairs; he was inside a police car.

"How’s the investigation going? Any leads?"

Zhang Feng glanced at the crowd in the courtyard, then looked at the detective Old Fang in the passenger seat.

He had recently been promoted.

"We’ve retrieved footage from the nearby cameras," replied Old Fang. "We’ve questioned everyone who interacted with this car, no issues with any of them.

More camera footage is being reviewed with help from various city departments."

"The issue lies with me," Zhang Feng admitted his mistake voluntarily, "I was unfocused then, forgot to keep one alive for questioning, and now so many are troubled by it."

Zhang Feng wasn’t aware that these four rats were the only remaining ones in the world outside the investigation bureau.

If he knew,

he would’ve thought he did the right thing by killing them.

"Perhaps these are the last four," Old Fang dared not blame Zhang Feng but rather sincerely appreciated, "If Train Chief Zhang wasn’t here, big trouble would have ensued!

I would have crippled him! Four rats together, if they went mad, utterly reckless, how many lives would that cost?

Train Chief Zhang has saved many!

The dead cannot be revived, but our workforce can regrow!"

Old Fang’s three views were very upright as he spoke sternly, "Moreover, protecting the public and investigating the rats is our duty to prevent public harm.

Train Chief has now directly taken the last step, killing the rats, protecting the public.

We are now investigating, same as recent years, procedural investigation, there’s no reason for fatigue.

And Train Chief’s action this time has opened new paths, giving us investigation directions."

After a long speech,

Zhang Feng was momentarily speechless, knowing that saying anything further would be too much.

In reality, Zhang Feng knew that his direct rat killing this time was partly due to anger over a poisoned friend, partly due to a high Heart Demon Value, thus a greater killing urge, forgetting to leave any alive.

If in a normal state of mind, there wouldn’t be such a killing impulse, instead, he’d keep one alive, trace the source, then eradicate them.

Simultaneously, Zhang Feng felt something was off, like this extermination impulse was even greater?

But after thinking carefully, seemed nothing wrong.

These beasts came to kill him and harm his friends, should he ’return good for evil’?

If it were King Snake, the illiterate drug dealer, he might be tricked, thinking he should return good for evil.

But Zhang Feng had read quite a few books, others could not fool him.

Knew it could be simplified as ’return good for evil, how to repay good? Return justice for evil, repay good with good.’

If it were truly King Snake, there would be no such ’return good for evil’, he’d simply peel the rats for interrogation.

"You go ahead and investigate," Zhang Feng contemplated, looking at Old Fang, tossing him a pack of cigarettes, "I won’t go to the bureau, my train leaves in an hour."

Twenty years of work habits had Zhang Feng begin to miss his little train once things were done.

Without returning to the train, felt something was missing.

...

Woo Woo~

The train departed at 9:30.

Zhang Feng sat in the driver’s seat, looking at Old Zhao and his little apprentice.

"Train Chief Zhang! You’re a martial arts master!"

His little apprentice exclaimed, shocked, gazing at Zhang Feng while glancing at the news online.