I Can Destroy Planets with My Psychokinesis-Chapter 61 -

61: 61.

Perfect Infiltration

61: 61.

Perfect Infiltration

“Detective Don suddenly pulled out his gun, shot two other people, and then committed suicide by turning the gun on himself.”

At that moment, a large number of police officers rushed to deal with the aftermath; Lu Li repeated the “obvious” course of events once again.

This suicide was too strange; someone surely harbored suspicions.

But Detective Don had committed suicide in front of nearly a hundred people, including special service personnel who were guarding Teresa.

There was no doubt about it.

After the investigation, even the police department’s internal staff couldn’t help but recall Detective Don’s recent abnormal behaviors. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Was it a squabble over unevenly shared loot?

Or was the pressure of failing to complete a task for the drug lord too much?

He was a corrupt cop, with plenty of irregularities, and going insane seemed quite normal too…

However, no matter the speculations, it didn’t involve Lu Li much.

This was no good news; witnessed by the mayor’s daughter, both the city hall and the police department wanted to settle the matter as swiftly as possible.

Consequently, before lunchtime even arrived, all police personnel had evacuated.

Lu Li then went to see the principal again and submitted an application for leave.

This time, Teacher Carl agreed readily:

“Having experienced such an ordeal, you definitely need some rest; don’t forget to see a psychologist.”

“I will.”

Following the customs of Xia Country, Lu Li bowed slightly to the teacher before leaving the office.

After packing his things in the classroom, Lu Li left as if nobody else was around.

As he reached the doorway of the classroom, he suddenly sensed a gaze from behind.

Lu Li slowly turned back and met the gaze of the white-haired girl, Teresa.

The swift resolution of the event was greatly influenced by Teresa’s identity.

Lu Li nodded first as a greeting; she slightly nodded back.

Without exchanging words, they parted ways.

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Upon leaving the school, Lu Li’s next target was the “Soup Maker” mentioned by Detective Don.

This person was in charge of investigating the “nightclub attack”; it seemed wise to strike first.

Honestly, the two had never met, so there wasn’t much of a feud.

Lu Li mainly wanted to find an “ATM,” since he was running low on cash.

And this “Soup Maker” was a very fitting target, even surprisingly so!

At that moment, Lu Li searched online for this person and immediately a plethora of information popped up, the most liked and shared being a short video.

In the video, a short and plump man was hugging a group of glamorous women, with a table in front of him piled high with cash and several dazzling gold bars.

This short and plump man was the “Soup Maker,” and he was flaunting his luxurious lifestyle online.

This wasn’t for showing off, but to attract young people to join and “recruit” for the drug lord!

Lu Li continued scrolling and found several “recruitment ads” posted by the “Soup Maker.”

They included hefty sums to hire pilots to transport drugs, offering $180,000 per trip, about 200 times the normal salary of a pilot.

The latest one was recruiting drone operators, presumably also for transporting drugs.

Lu Li nodded:

“It seems the ‘Soup Maker」 can become a high-ranking member of the drug trafficking group not because he is twisted or ruthless, but because of his clever ideas.”

Drug dealers turning into internet celebrities and openly recruiting online were definitely effective.

But it also made things easier for Lu Li.

Now that he knew the target’s appearance and had the address from the recruitment ad, he took the initiative to head there.

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The “Soup Maker” real name Santiago, liked to dissolve people with acidic liquids, which is why he had such a nickname.

His base was situated near the slums on the outskirts, not far from the residence of the gun dealer Aurora.

“When I have money, it will be good to visit, hoping that all in the video is genuine.”

Lu Li really liked the cash and gold bars in the video, and immediately sought them out.

In front of him stood a nondescript factory, its buildings old and decrepit.

Yet, at the gate, two brown-skinned, tattoo-covered big men with Uzis were standing guard.

The two drug traffickers saw Lu Li approaching from afar but remained unreactive, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary.

Their boss was an internet sensation who often lured young people dreaming of a flashy lifestyle to come to them of their own accord.

But seeing someone in a school uniform carrying a backpack was indeed rare.

One of the traffickers, missing an ear, stepped forward to check Lu Li’s backpack.

Upon seeing only a few stationery items and books inside, he disdainfully tossed it back to him.

Lu Li caught his backpack and asked, “Good afternoon, I’d like to meet Mr.

Santiago, is he in?”

“He’s here, follow us.”

The trafficker with “One Ear” gave a confirming answer, though his expression was somewhat mocking.

They escorted Lu Li into the factory, walking through the courtyard and into the building.

As soon as they entered, they saw a pile of money scattered on the floor like a small mountain.

A group of drug traffickers was using money counters to count it and then bundle it up.

This was presumably the drug traffickers’ retail revenue—Lu Li didn’t react much.

It was just worthless “peso,” not much even if stuffed into a bag.

His targets were the Star Alliance Knife and the gold bars.

Next, the two traffickers took Lu Li to a separate room.

“One Ear” threw over a one-liter bottle of Cola and barked,

“Kid, stuff the Cola up your ass as part of the initiation into our gang.”

This was a method to train “mules” to hide drugs in their bodies, and those tricked into coming here generally ended up like this.

Lu Li said expressionlessly, “Before that, just to confirm, the ‘Soup Maker’ is here, right?”

“Shut up and do as I say!”

“One Ear” barked fiercely, “Stuff the Cola in right now, or I’ll gouge out one of your eyes!”

Lu Li shrugged, took two sharpened pencils from his backpack, and eyed their throats.

“Ha, you think you can stab me with that?”

The two traffickers, finding it funny, suddenly saw the pencils shoot out swiftly, piercing their throats like arrows!

They instinctively covered the wounds, grasping handfuls of blood plasma, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

Lu Li walked past them, casually retrieving his pencils.

Entering the building, a group of people was busy counting money and hadn’t yet noticed the stranger.

Lu Li counted exactly 11 people and then took out five pencils and five pens from his backpack.

Under the activation of his Spirit Power, these stationery items “swooshed” out in succession, precisely piercing one throat after another under Lu Li’s locked gaze.

The drug traffickers hadn’t even reacted before their carotid arteries were punctured, sequentially falling into their own pools of blood.

Some unlucky ones had their windpipes severed, their eyeballs bulging out in their oxygen-deprived state.

Only one, intentionally left alive, remained unharmed but was also terrified, pulling out a gun to look for the enemy…

But the next second, he was seized by Spirit Power, unable to move.

Lu Li stepped forward and asked, “Is the ‘Soup Maker’ in the back?”

This poor wretch had no idea what was happening, just nodding furiously, “He’s, he’s testing the drone.”

“Thank you for the information.”

Lu Li clenched his hand, the surging Spirit Power rushing out like a tidal wave, and with a “snap,” he twisted the drug trafficker’s neck.

With that, all the enemies in the building were dead.

The whole process was silent, a perfect stealthy infiltration.