Ling Jianwei, a weirdo with super combat power but no legendary experience for others to praise, just spent his mediocre ten years huddled in a low-class galaxy step by step.
The human nature that yearns for glory, power, and wealth is not reflected in her.
In the interstellar era, ferocious beasts and pollution sources are raging, and mutants and mecha weapons are rising.
Ling Jianwei, who had awakened the fifth-level mutant ability, suddenly received a promotion order, which broke her originally peaceful life. She changed from the 10 to 5, 4 days and 3 days that everyone longed for to the endless 007 work pattern.
Commander Sha Baitian soon realized that he had been deceived and angrily broke into the headquarters of the Inspectorate.
"Dear President, why do your judges never seriously review all the work matters I handle on the Judicial Island?"
President Fei Mo: "... I'm really sorry, distinguished lord. You are the supreme executive of the Judiciary Island, appointed personally by the Chairman and jointly elected by representatives of all residents of the Federation. Unless you have committed a major fault, even the judge cannot offend you. Please understand."
Major fault?
High-definition nude photos of the Federation Chairman from childhood to adulthood? An excellent genetic breeding plan secretly submitted by the Institute of Biomedical Sciences? Transaction records of high-level officials entering and exiting the dark realm?
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Ling Jianwei looked at the documents on the table and fell into deep thought. Which one should he release so that he could be successfully dismissed?
The seemingly glamorous departments of the Federal Headquarters, the Inspectorate, and the Judicial Island all seem to have hidden secrets.
There was a knock on the door of the villa late at night. There was a head standing outside the door. His eyes were struggling to look up. Ling Jianwei held the head in his hands.
"You want to kill me?"
She looked at him tenderly.
"Have you thought of any good ideas?"
The head helplessly replied: "I don't know. Someone said that you have all kinds of exquisite heads in your home, so I came here. I just don't know if you dare to accept my talking head."
She smiled, "Why don't you dare to collect such a beautiful collection?"
The head also smiled, "My body is more beautiful, are you interested in finding it together?"
On carnival night, someone is wandering on the dark journey.
Journey to glory, someone singing in the fires of hell.
Intention: to be able to look up to the sky but also to be down-to-earth
