Big Data Cultivation

Big Boss accompanied Feng Jun to steal equipment, fully aware of the situation’s cause and effect, and couldn’t help but voice a complaint, "The threat of the Insect Race is so great, yet they’re actually making such a fuss over a little energy stone?"

"It’s not about the energy stone," Feng Jun replied with a smile, "their main goal is to get rid of He Runxian."

"Get rid of He Runxian?" Big Boss expressed his confusion, "When the incident happened, Shen was in charge, and He Runxian was already under house arrest, so why bother getting rid of him? Just for the energy stone!"

"The military doesn’t need to come to the production base to still be able to deploy Hesheng’s energy stones," Feng Jun replied leisurely, "What’s important is that in this matter, Minister Shen can’t be the only fool; He Runxian must be made a partner. If he is not stupid, then he’s malicious!"

Even though Big Boss was knowledgeable, it took him a while to respond, "Does it have to be like this? Either stupid or malicious... isn’t that a bit forced?"

"I hope it doesn’t have to be that way," Feng Jun casually replied. His thoughts aligned with Earth’s thinking patterns, but he didn’t believe there was much cultural difference in this aspect within the Federation, "But think about Shen’s behavior... He Runxian is really in danger."

Big Boss was silent for a while before speaking, "Do you want to save him?"

This Yin Spirit, usually quite timid and snobbish, acted superior, yet fundamentally had a warm heart and was worth associating with.

Conversely, Feng Jun was rather cold-blooded—or perhaps just calm, "Saving him equals harming him. Whether he can survive depends on the methods of Hesheng and Zuo Jing City Government Mansion, and those guys aren’t to be trifled with either."

Big Boss was silent for a moment before asking, "I want to kill the one named Shen, are you willing to support me?"

Truly a warm-hearted person, Feng Jun sighed inwardly and then nodded, "Of course I’m willing. How do you plan to kill him?"

"Definitely not by external force," Big Boss replied calmly, "I’ll first go to the scene to take a look, then make a plan... Don’t worry, if I want him dead, he absolutely won’t survive."

Although this step wasn’t in Feng Jun’s plan, since Big Boss expressed his intentions, he was willing to go crazy with him.

From the conversation among these people, it was evident that Minister Shen was detained in Youjing. Since he committed the crime in Zuo Jing, he had to be detained away from the location of the crime. The military even launched a counterattack, losing more than a dozen warriors, just to transfer him.

Feng Jun was no stranger to Youjing, having been taken there twice before by Yi Jue, so he easily arrived near the Youjing Military Department.

Minister Shen was detained in the military department’s underground warehouse, where the defenses were tight, and the number of people going in and out was minimal. However, some critical departments were also stationed here, and Minister Shen was in a room at the end of a deep alleyway.

There were two people on-site monitoring him, and another person was chatting with him with a friendly expression. Minister Shen had long lost his previous swagger, and although his face still displayed impatience, it was hard to conceal his dejected demeanor.

"That’s quite amusing," Big Boss observed with amusement, "they’re actually chatting. I sense a lot of malice, but not using soul search; indeed, only a mortal’s approach."

Feng Jun, on the other hand, didn’t dare to observe as unscrupulously as Big Boss, so he asked, "Could you please check if Minister Shen appears sleep-deprived?"

"Sleep-deprived... is that really important?" Big Boss couldn’t quite understand a mortal’s suffering, but still felt for a moment, "Just somewhat fatigued, not really sleep-deprived, at most not well-rested... Is there any implication in this?"

Feng Jun pondered briefly and replied, "For a mortal, being unable to sleep for a long time is a severe torment."

"Fragile mortals," Big Boss quipped without thinking, then inquired, "Are you suggesting I could make him die from sleep deprivation?"

Feng Jun shook his head, "Dying in that way is really torturous, but it’s difficult to achieve. Mortals can use sedatives to induce sleep. If your method makes the sedatives ineffective, wouldn’t that cause a bigger issue?"

Big Boss understood this logic; not that he lacked intelligence, but he had too little interaction with mortals. Nevertheless, Feng Jun pointing out the error left him a bit annoyed, "Then why did you ask me about it?"

"I’m worried he’ll be subjected to round-the-clock interrogation," Feng Jun replied deeply, "If that’s the case, acting at night would be difficult."

"Must it be done at night?" Big Boss muttered discontentedly, then fell silent.

Feng Jun knew he was thinking and didn’t rush him. After about half an hour, Big Boss’s consciousness transmitted again, "They’re going to eat; do you have any suggestions?"

Feng Jun knew that here people ate with knives, forks, and spoons, so he replied, "Check his utensils; are the knife, fork, and spoon made of metal or something else?"

"There’s no knife or fork, just a spoon," Big Boss lazily replied, "It’s a soft spoon, and the dishes are also soft... uh, are they really that worried about him committing suicide?"

"The rules of mortal society are quite different from those of us cultivators," Feng Jun could only continue to enlighten the big boss, while carefully protecting its fragile ego, "If he commits suicide, both the guard and his superior have to bear responsibility."

"Can someone who is determined to die really be stopped?" The big boss dismissively remarked, accepting his explanation, but couldn’t resist making a snarky comment, "Right, he needs to die cleanly enough to avoid being revived... isn’t that right?"

This question made Feng Jun ponder for a good while before finally replying, "The emergency response of mortals in this world is quite advanced; if it’s really difficult, letting him be revived is okay too... as long as the suicide attempt is serious enough, it’s sufficient to prove he has a guilty conscience."

The big boss paused for a moment before exclaiming, "I say, what are you always pondering about all day?"

But the next moment, it became excited, "Hey, there’s a chance, I’ll give him a punch in the stomach now..."

At this moment, Minister Shen was eating, and the interrogators had already left. A watcher sat lazily in the corner of the room, staring at him—the other watcher had gone to get food.

Minister Shen was in a bad mood, but he ate quickly, a skill every soldier must master. In fact, being able to eat rice during an examination period was enough to make ninety-nine percent of the people on this planet utter curses.

Just as he swallowed a big mouthful of rice after chewing a couple of times, he felt a sudden shock in his stomach, as if someone invisible had punched him hard. He couldn’t help but shudder and cough violently.

After one cough, it couldn’t be helped; the white rice not only went into his nasal cavity but also his trachea. He started coughing rapidly and furiously, spraying rice grains all over the room.

The watching soldier shot up, wondering if he should intervene, but the next moment he made up his mind—Minister Shen was merely under scrutiny, and although the matter was quite significant, and he’s likely to face punishment, the extent of the punishment is hard to determine.

Moreover, Minister Shen valued his well-being; even during the examination period, he paid special attention to exercise and health maintenance.

Simultaneously, Minister Shen repeatedly expressed: if he could be pardoned through meritorious deeds, he definitely wouldn’t let those bastards at Hesheng off.

In fact, his statement was a hope that the watchers would pass the message up, that if the military wanted to take action against Hesheng, just release him, he’s willing to be the knife charging into battle!

Anyway, all signs indicated that Minister Shen wasn’t the type to commit suicide. The military had arranged a series of anti-suicide measures as per regulations, but those were merely procedural, everyone had to strictly comply.

The watcher also didn’t think Minister Shen would commit suicide—in fact, the possibility of escaping was quite low; if he ran away, he would never regain his past glory and would likely end up on the blacklist.

So he was just taken aback for a moment, then stepped forward to help Minister Shen by patting his back.

Just then, Feng Jun spoke up—to the Yin Spirit Bigwig, "Snatch the gun!"

He hadn’t seen the situation in the basement, but based on assessing the circumstances, he instinctively issued the command.

"Do you even need to say that?" The big boss instantly responded, then released an illusion to confuse Minister Shen.

When encountering Salina, it had mentioned that due to the presence of that small chip, using Soul Search was... a bit tricky, but manipulating the target’s actions through illusions was still achievable.

In the middle of the violent coughing, Minister Shen’s mind became a bit vague due to lack of air, and then he found himself surrounded by the Insect Race, with a enormous scorpion was about to stab its tail into his abdomen.

He was very familiar with the habits of this Insect Race; this bug was the one that all Humans least wanted to encounter. They’d rather commit suicide than be paralyzed by the bug’s tail sting and become a "nursery" for larvae.

The problem was, he had no powerful guns at hand right now. In his daze, he saw a laser pistol. Without thinking, he grabbed it and fired at his own head.

It’s said that for soldiers, saving the last bullet for the Insect Race is normal, and Minister Shen often bragged about his own bravery, but at this moment, he chose suicide without hesitation,

After firing, he felt a bit puzzled: Why didn’t I shoot at this bug?

In his daze, he found a reason: if one shot couldn’t kill it, then if it knocked away my gun, I’d really become its larva food...

However, simultaneously, the watcher stood there dumbfounded; he couldn’t have imagined in his wildest dreams that the heavily coughing Minister Shen managed to seize his gun in an instant and shoot himself in the head.

His eyes were full of confusion, with only one thought in his mind: Coughing like that, and still able to do this?

Two seconds later, he pressed the call button on his communicator, "Minister Shen has committed suicide, Minister Shen has committed suicide..."