Chapter 1081: Chapter 264: The Boss Is Still the Most Badass (Part 2)

And he, as the Chief Prosecutor of the Legal Department, must make a decision.

No matter what the outcome is, he must make a choice.

The Chief Prosecutor glanced around, examining every familiar face, as the options subtly shifted in his mind.

Is it choosing fifteen people to be sent to their deaths, or letting everyone follow his lead and die together in battle?

Or perhaps...

For him now, is death instead a kind of liberation?

Another thought appeared in the Chief Prosecutor’s mind, one that even shocked himself, and this thought quickly spread in his mind.

"Everyone—!"

The Chief Prosecutor’s hoarse voice was interrupted by the roar of an engine, everyone looked towards the sound, and what caught their eyes was a sight full of absurdity—a figure riding an old motorcycle speeding through the air, bursting through the hall door into this meeting.

The figure on the motorcycle was someone familiar, who was supposed to have died in yesterday’s charge.

The equipment on him had changed greatly—it was no longer the uniform of the Legal Department’s Judge but looked more like handcrafted armor from a primitive tribe, and he wore a pair of cool sunglasses, with ten crude nail guns strapped to his back.

"Chief Prosecutor, I’m here to negotiate."

The tribal ambassador dismounted from the motorcycle and stated his purpose directly, "You need weapons to deal with demons, we need air-cars; ten nail guns in exchange for an air-car, let’s be mutually beneficial."

"Why... are you still alive?"

The Chief Prosecutor’s mind went blank, it was so bizarre, bizarre enough for him to ponder whether this surviving Judge was actually an illusion sent by the Red-eyed Demon to confuse them.

He recognized this young Judge before him—eloquent, very adept at mediating work problems between different departments, and once became his key training subject.

"Because the boss saved me."

The ambassador said.

"’Boss’? Who is this boss you speak of?"

"The boss is the boss."

"Why didn’t you immediately return to report to me?"

If someone survived from the demons, it would undoubtedly be an important breakthrough; if this surviving Judge could have returned to the Legal Department yesterday, they would have had ample time to research and devise countermeasures; the Chief Prosecutor’s tone became stern, questioning the ambassador on why he was absent from his post.

"Because we all followed the boss."

The ongoing dialogue achieved no progress, making the Chief Prosecutor increasingly irritable, but he vaguely heard another clue, "’You’? Besides you, are there other survivors?"

"There are the Vanguard Officer, the technical director."

"This is serious dereliction of duty!"

The Chief Prosecutor angrily accused the three of misconduct; he believed if the three had returned to the Legal Department yesterday to report, today they might very well save at least fifteen innocent souls!

"It’s not dereliction of duty because we don’t do that anymore."

The ambassador corrected, "As I said, I’m representing the tribe to establish a strategic alliance with the Legal Department, which will last until all demons are crushed."

This person has gone completely mad!

This was the first reaction of all the Judges; they all noticed the ambassador’s change in manner of speaking and suspected the three survivors must have been driven mad after witnessing their companions get killed—given the demons’ twisted sense of humor, perhaps they would intentionally leave behind three amusing "lunatics."

"Are you saying the weapons you’re carrying can harm the demons?"

Another viewpoint emerged.

The one who spoke was the main combat faction from yesterday; he and his group of supporters were already prepared, with shotguns and bulletproof armor adjusted to their best conditions. Regardless of what decision the Chief Prosecutor made today, they were determined to fight to the death against the demons; the only difference was whether everyone would go together or whether he and fourteen brothers would go.

Since he had long since risked his life, he didn’t mind hearing what this "tribal ambassador" had to say.

"Of course, this is a new type of nail gun developed by the technical director, certainly more effective than a stick."

The tribe showed enough sincerity in this diplomacy—they brought out the tribe’s best weapons. These ten nail guns could arm a squad of elite demon hunters.

Regrettably, the ambassador’s mad-sounding responses failed to earn more people’s trust.

Sticks?

They could hardly believe their ears.

It’s important to note the annihilated vanguard yesterday was equipped with the Legal Department’s most advanced firearms, wearing bulletproof vests, each person armed to the teeth.

And yet this lunatic proposed using sticks to fight demons.

"Ten nail guns for two air-cars."

The elder Judge of the combat faction confirmed. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

His question immediately garnered skepticism from others, "Are you crazy too?"

These nail guns looked crudely made to the extreme, it was uncertain whether they could function correctly, let alone be used against demons.

But the combat faction Judge ignored the skepticism, fished out his car keys, and tossed them to the ambassador.

If they were to die on the frontline, what use would their air-cars have left behind?

"Deal, but I have a request."

"You can ask, I will pass it on to the boss."

"Your boss needs to cooperate with our action today, as there have been sightings of demons by citizens in City Garden Square."

Upon hearing this, another Judge of the combat faction immediately declared, tossing his car keys over, "Here are my car keys—two air-cars for ten nail guns."

"Cash on delivery."

The ambassador took off the ten nail guns he carried and handed them to the combat faction Judge, who distributed them to the suicide squad members, who immediately tested them out.

They could fire, but seemed to be the most common nail guns, far inferior in power compared to the Legal Department’s shotguns.

However, some people quickly saw the combat faction Judge’s plan—he was using this method to draw out the ambassador’s so-called boss.

The Chief Prosecutor did not continue speaking; after today’s action, they would know whether the ambassador was indeed mad or if their boss truly had a way to deal with the demons.

With the order given, a tightly organized enforcement action began.

The Legal Department dispatched three air-cars to the top floor of City Garden Square; the suicide squad members occupying two of the air-cars, while the foremost air-car held the ambassador and the boss he mentioned—a strange woman wielding a stick.

The demons lit bonfires on the rooftop of City Garden Square; preparing a barbecue party to welcome the arrival of these fifteen delicious souls.

"Let the ambassador and her boss go down first, carefully observe the demons’ actions."

The combat faction Judge gave instructions over the intercom.

The next moment, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded before them.

The woman wielding the stick, without wearing any protective gear or exoskeleton armor, opened the air-car door and leaped down from over ten meters high, landing on the roof of City Garden as if she were a warrior of destruction; even the demons preparing for their bonfire party were startled by this scene.

No excessive words, no shouting process.

The woman’s actions were simple and rough.

She swung her baseball bat towards the nearest demon, smashing the black smoke spewing from its mouth to pieces in one strike, wielding the stick in her right hand while using the nail gun in her left to shoot demons attempting to flee into utter oblivion.

This couldn’t even be called a battle, but rather a unilateral massacre.

Those still inside the air-car, the suicide squad members hadn’t even finished disembarking before the battle reached its conclusion—the terrifying woman stomped the last demon underfoot, mercilessly swinging the stick towards the rolling, writhing black smoke.

Then, the entire world fell silent.

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An hour later, the Chief Prosecutor and Judges anxiously waiting at the Legal Department received reports from the front line.

"Report, the battle at City Garden Square is over!"

"How many have been sacrificed?"

The Chief Prosecutor’s tone was heavy.

"No one sacrificed!"

The scout he dispatched said, "The demons were completely annihilated; this action was a great victory."

The unreal feeling spread among the crowd; people looked at each other, and even the Chief Prosecutor was slow to utter a word.

"Where have those people gone? Why haven’t they returned to report to me?"

"Be-because..."

The scout stammered in his report, "They thought the boss was impressive, so they all defected to the tribe!"