Chen Ming didnât need to turn his head to confirm the assassinâs situation and simply said, "Yes, we do."
The captain waved to the doctor on the medical shuttle boat and then saluted Chen Ming before turning to lead his team to handle other matters.
They still needed to confirm the assassinâs journey here, as well as everything that had happened at the bar initially.
The whole picture of the incident had to be sorted out, and a report submitted.
Then, following the directives from above, the report would be modified to an appropriate format.
After receiving the captainâs signal, several doctors and nurses dragged the assassin onto their medical shuttle boat.
They urgently re-treated the assassinâs injuries.
Breaking both arms and a leg isnât a minor injury; without professional medical equipment, itâs impossible to heal.
The hurried treatment by the glasses crew was just a temporary measure to stem the assassinâs bleeding; without further treatment, the assassin could die at any moment.
Fortunately, the bureauâs own doctors are quite reliable, and the shuttle boat is equipped with professional-grade equipment, quickly bringing him back from the brink of death.
However, what awaits him might be something scarier than death.
The captain later confirmed with Chen Ming whether any other assistance was needed; when confirmed there was none, he released Chen Ming.
Only one security guard who came out with him was to coordinate with the manager still at the bar to handle the situation together.
Having connections at the top makes many things genuinely convenient.
If Chen Ming didnât have these connections, forget taking the assassin away intact; he himself might have been taken to the bureau with the management personnel.
Fortunately, the hypothetical scenario did not occur.
Chen Ming could still carry the assassin, who had escaped life-threatening danger thanks to contemporary powerful medical technology, into the glassesâ car.
Together with several security guards, he headed toward the boss.
Chen Ming disassembled the power armor before getting into the car, sitting in casual clothes in the passenger seat.
The driver, glasses, kept sneakily watching Chen Ming through the corner of his eye and the side mirror, but Chen Ming didnât mind.
He just touched his forehead, where the bullet had struck earlier.
Not even a red mark was left here.
His prolonged practice of spiritual energy ultimately proved meaningful.
From initially only grasping the abilities of "Maintenance" and "Transformation" to now freely utilizing the "Manufacturing" skill with ease.
He was no longer the powerless underdog he once was.
Of course, absorbing that Enlightenment Nerve also played a role.
But this was an opportunity Chen Ming found relying on everything he possessed.
This sudden assassination incident was just a minor episode for him now.
One hour later.
Chen Ming sat in the bossâs hardware store, looking at the New Star Level blueprint displayed on his terminal.
He was contemplating how to realize the blueprintâs value.
Just then, the boss came out of the room inside the hardware store and said to Chen Ming, "The results are out."
"Indeed, itâs some people from the Battle Zone who hold grudges against you, but it wasnât a premeditated assassination; it was just something the Battle Zone people did privately."
"This person is considered a spy, has his own job, but didnât need to work today, so he randomly found a place to pass the time, then noticed you."
"Your reputation in the Battle Zone is quite prominent."
"Moreover, it seems they have a bounty on you internally."
"So when this person saw your face, he couldnât resist, thinking to act directly."
"That was the result."
Chen Ming shut off his terminal and asked, "Was it accidental?"
The boss nodded, "It was accidental."
"Then, how should we handle this matter?"
"How else can it be handled? Except for him dying, many more have to accompany him."
Chen Ming was somewhat unclear and asked, "What do you mean?"
"It means the people from the Battle Zone have exposed everyone related to him voluntarily, so everyone on this line has to die."
"The Battle Zone voluntarily did this, so even if this matter wasnât accidental, it is indeed accidental."
Chen Ming felt more confused and asked, "Why say this? And didnât they want me dead? Why would they willingly suffer such losses after the failed assassination, with no contribution?"
"Because they acted where they shouldnât have."
The boss looked at Chen Ming, patting his chest, "You are now considered under my protection. If you go out on your own, itâs a matter of destiny."
"But in my territory, no one can move; daring to do so requires paying a price, itâs more than just a life."
"Just like now, you are alive and captured the person who tried to assassinate you, and over here, Iâve interrogated them successfully, all on my turf."
"Therefore, those who orchestrated this must pay the price. If they donât, I will personally confront them."
"But on the Space Station, my territory is just this hardware store and that bar, oh, and half of the repair factory, so this is just bad luck for that guy."
The boss finished, seemed lost in thought, and after a moment, continued, "Actually, thereâs another reason: youâre quite special now."
"Special people having an accident at an inappropriate time and place means someone must pay the price."