Song Yuanshi pulled out the radish and brought out the mud, took the group of women, and involved hundreds of officials from all departments of the alliance.

From the ministers of a certain department to the guards of a door guard, they were all controlled by these women.

The number of people involved and the span are unprecedented.

Not to mention the alliance masses, even the Marshal Song Yuanshi, who was personally in charge, was shocked.

So much so that when I was storming the first college of the Alliance, I was particularly calm.

Such peace changes in the eyes of some people.

They call this manifestation--cold blood.

For a time, there were all Song Yuan poems on Star.

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

Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth.

It’s good to be an Iron Judge and to eliminate unfair things in the world.

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

Song Yuanshi was not afraid either.

After being a marshal for so many years, I am well aware of 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 dark guys can say at most:

#The Alliance Marshal is dissatisfied with his work, and he is black-faced throughout the process #

#Song Yuanshi violent law enforcement triggers social panic in Capital Star #

#Song Yuanshi disrespects the human rights of prisoners #

...

Faced with these dark boys who ignored the safety of the alliance people, exposed their identity and disgusted him, Song Yuanshi felt uncomfortable.

But after looking at the prison that was so full that it could not be filled, Marshal Song could only helplessly curl his lips, collect the evidence, wait for the matter here to end, and settle the accounts in the autumn.

Although the charge of slandering the Alliance Marshal is not a big deal, it can also make these brainless people drink a pot.

From arrest to trial, to being sent to a military court for trial, this activity, named "kill", lasted for a full three months.

But this does not mean that the matter is over.

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

When Song Ci took the man and found her in a closed basement, her pale and thin arms were tightly hugging a half-human and half-beasted genetically modified man, sang softly the lullaby that most people in the league were familiar with.

The dark and dull basement echoed with her slightly hoarse voice, with an indescribable ghost.

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

There is no need for any professional guidance. Just one glance, Song Ci can confirm that this girl is absolutely abnormal.

In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, Song Ci was covered in goosebumps and listened to the lullaby more than twenty times.

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

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

A minute has passed...

Ten minutes have passed...

Half an hour has passed...

The instruments in Song Tong's hand seemed to be broken and did not move at all.

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

Song Tong didn't say a word, but just moved the instrument silently towards Anna Smith.

The next second, the instrument's light began to flash quickly and a harsh alarm sounded.
Chapter completed!