Mecha Forger

Song Yuanshi pulled out the radish and brought out the mud, grabbed these women, and involved hundreds of officials, large and small, from various departments of the alliance.

From the head of a certain department to the guard at the gate, they are all controlled by these women.

The number of people involved and the span are unprecedented.

Not to mention the people of the alliance, even Marshal Song Yuanshi, who personally took charge of the operation, was also shocked.

So much so that when he was raiding the Pharmacy Department of the Alliance's First College, he acted extraordinarily calmly.

Such peace changes in the eyes of some people.

They call this behavior - cold-blooded.

For a time, everything about Song Yuan's poems was available on StarNet.

Song Yuanshi readily accepted all fair evaluations, whether positive or negative, and even the honorable title "Iron Judge" given to him by netizens.

Hell is empty and the devil is in the world.

It's good to be an iron judge and smooth out the injustices in the world.

For those keyboard warriors who are black for the sake of being black?

Song Yuanshi was not afraid.

Having been a marshal for so many years, I am well versed in the principle of caution. The evidence in my hand is conclusive, the process is clear and reasonable, and I am not afraid of investigation at all.

The most the black men can say is:

#The alliance marshal is dissatisfied with his work and has a black face throughout the process#

#SONgyuanshi’s violent law enforcement caused panic in the capital star society#

# Song Yuanshi does not respect the human rights of prisoners#

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Song Yuanshi felt bad in the face of these black men who did not care about the safety of the people in the alliance and did not hesitate to expose their identity and disgust him.

But looking at the overcrowded prison, Marshal Song could only curl his lips helplessly, collect the evidence, wait for the matter here to end, and then come back to settle the accounts.

Although the charge of slandering the marshal of the alliance is not a big one, it can still make these ignorant people drink a pot.

From the arrest to the interrogation and then to the military court trial, this activity named "Killing" lasted for three full months.

But this does not mean that this matter is over.

In the mud that was brought out, there was an old acquaintance of Miss Tang Fan named Anna Smith.

When Song Ci led people to find her in a sealed basement, her pale and thin arms were hugging a half-human, half-animal genetically modified person, and she was singing most of the League in a soft voice. That lullaby that everyone is familiar with.

In the dark basement, her slightly hoarse voice echoed, with an indescribable ghostliness.

Song Ci, who had always been bold, couldn't help but shudder at this moment.

No professional guidance was needed. With just one glance, Song Ci could confirm that this girl was definitely mentally abnormal.

In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, Song Ci listened to the lullaby more than 20 times with goosebumps all over his body.

Until Anna Smith coaxed herself to sleep, Song Ci asked Song Tong to inject her with a sedative. He was about to take her back with the thing in her arms, but was stopped by Song Tong. .

She tremblingly took out a vital sign tester and slowly approached the genetically modified person in Anna Smith's arms.

A minute passed...

Ten minutes have passed...

Half an hour passed...

The instrument in Song Tong's hand seemed to be broken, motionless.

Song Ci looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but ask: "What do you mean?"

Song Tong didn't say a word, but silently moved the instrument in the direction of Anna Smith.

The next second, the instrument's light began to flash rapidly and a piercing alarm sounded.

Song Ci's expression suddenly turned ugly, "You mean...this girl is dead?"