Back in time, the goblin merchant Scratch's expression was a mixture of fear and despair. His hands were forcefully pulled behind his back, and the commandos around him were immobilizing his actions.

Their movements are skillful and quick, showing good training and teamwork.

Before Scratch could react or resist, a commando quickly put on a pair of miniature reality anchor handcuffs.

This high-tech restraint device is not only a physical restriction, but also a measure to prevent the detainee from using any possible thaumaturgy or supernatural skills.

The handcuffs passed around the rough skin of the goblin merchant, making a slight mechanical sound, and the glowing indicator light showed that it had been activated, safely securing the cunning goblin merchant.

Click——

When the miniature reality anchor handcuffs were tightly placed on Scratch Dirtypaw's hands, a strange and intense feeling immediately filled his entire being. He felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, as if his own body

It was as if he had been hollowed out, and the emptiness from the inside out made him panic.

This feeling was so strong that Scratch felt that his body no longer belonged to him.

He tried to struggle, trying to regain the lost strength, but every time he tried, he was like a cow drowning in mud, with no response.

His limbs were as heavy as being dragged down by lead weights, and every slightest movement required all his strength, and all these efforts only resulted in deeper weakness and despair.

What frightened Scratch even more was that this feeling of powerlessness was accompanied by a deep sense of emptiness, and he felt that his inner energy was being withdrawn bit by bit.

Then, the goblin's instinct began to explode, and he howled in pain, his voice full of panic and despair, begging the Moon Rabbit for mercy.

"My lords, there must be some misunderstanding in this. I am absolutely innocent. I am a five-star good citizen of Hell's Kitchen!"

The commandos around him were unmoved by his pleas.

One of the team members appeared to be more cold and decisive. When Scratch's wail sounded, he did not hesitate to hit Scratch on the back of the head with the butt of the assault rifle in his hand.

Boom——

This blow was to silence Scratch. His voice was low and powerful, and he gave a low scolding:

"Be honest!"

This simple and direct action and scolding immediately caused Scratch's wailing to stop abruptly. He curled up in pain, apparently tortured by the pain of being hit on the back of his head by the butt of the assault rifle.

"Zero Forty, be friendly to our five-star citizens of Hell's Kitchen." The Moon Rabbit pretended to reprimand the team members, "Don't leave a bad impression on our five-star citizens - this will make them think

We are like some kind of authoritarian agency that enforces violent laws.”

The Moon Rabbit slowly squatted down and was at the same level as the embarrassed Scratch Dirtypaw on the ground.

"Mr. Five-Star Citizen, the Municipal Affairs Bureau should have read it. What are your thoughts on the contents of the notice?"

"I...of course I have seen it. Hell's Kitchen has such an municipal administration and a management office. It is a great blessing." The goblin businessman forced a smile, and his answer was trembling.

"That's right." A smile suddenly appeared on Bright Moon Rabbit's face, "Since you think it is a blessing, why do you still violate the regulations of the Municipal Affairs Bureau and go against us?"

"No, I have absolutely no intention of going against the administration or the Municipal Affairs Bureau!" The goblin businessman shook his head crazily.

"Then can you tell me why you want to sell contraband? Where are the channels for these contraband? Who are your previous and next suppliers? Where is your trading place? Where is the real mastermind behind it?" Jiaoyue

Rabbit asked a series of questions to the goblin merchant.

"There must be some misunderstanding in this! Sir, I am such a good citizen!" The goblin businessman cried sadly, "You have to believe me, I never do anything illegal. I...the medicine I buy is from

Others resold them to me, but I didn’t know they were contraband. There was a huge misunderstanding!”

"Yeah, misunderstanding." The Moon Rabbit sneered, and she glanced at another team member on the side.

The team member nodded at the Moon Rabbit, then took out a small space capsule from his arms, pressed it casually, the capsule opened, and the contents inside came out.

It was a potion that the goblin merchant was all too familiar with. Looking at the familiar potion, Scratch's face instantly turned pale.

He just sold it today, and he didn't expect it to appear in front of him again in this way so soon.

The Moon Rabbit took the potion, her movements deliberately slowed down to ensure that Scratch could clearly see every detail.

She gently shook the potion in front of the goblin merchant, and then said calmly:

"The ingredients in this medicine have been tested by the laboratory inspection department of the Administration. There are many non-compliant things in this medicine.

In modern medicine, regular emetics do not contain antimony, but the antimony element in your medicine has seriously exceeded the standard. This thing is much more serious than the eliminated antimony potassium tartar.

Logically speaking, a normal person would suffer from vomiting and diarrhea to the point of wanting to die after taking this dose of potion, and would have no intention of repurchasing it. But your potion does not just contain a large amount of antimony, it actually also contains

With the two extraordinary materials of soul salt crystal and night vine, the combination of the two plus a large amount of antimony elements and special alchemical techniques can synthesize a special potion full of hallucinogenic and addictive properties. If this potion

Paired with specific occult rituals..."

The Moon Rabbit motioned with his eyes to the team member who used the gun butt before. The team member nodded understandingly and took a more direct action without hesitation, forcefully opening the mouth of the frightened goblin merchant.

When the rough fingers of the commando tightly grasped Scratch Dirtyclaw's chin and forced his mouth open, a feeling of panic and fear instantly filled every nerve ending of the goblin merchant.

His lips were roughly opened and his teeth were exposed unwillingly. This physical violation made him feel extremely humiliated and helpless.

Ba——

With a crisp "bang" sound, the sieve of the medicine was opened, and the air was filled with tension.

Scratch's eyes were wide open, full of panic and disbelief. When he saw the potion in Moon Rabbit's hand slowly approaching his mouth, his pupils contracted, and an unprecedented fear surged in his heart.

"Uuuuuuuu——"

The poor goblin merchant tried to shake his head and struggle, but every slight movement of his body was firmly stopped by the hand holding his chin.

His breathing became rapid, and every inhalation carried the weight of despair. The air in his throat seemed to become dense and impenetrable. Facing the calm and determined movements of the rabbit-eared woman, the fear in his heart reached a climax.

reached the apex.

The Moon Rabbit looked at the goblin merchant, with a hint of coldness in her eyes. In a calm and unquestionable tone, she stated to him the test report of emetics on biological subjects.

"Do you know the consequences of your medicine? First of all, the strong vomiting causes the human body to lose fluids very quickly. Soon, the person will be too weak to stand up due to severe lack of water." Her words were clear and direct, and every word

The words seemed to strike hard on Scratch's heart.

"Moreover, the ingredients in this thing can also mess up people's nervous systems, making people see things that don't exist and believe them to be real. It's like living in your own fantasy." There was a disturbing tone in her tone.

Chilling calm.

"If you use it constantly, or if you use too much at one time, the body's functions will decline, and you will lose even the most basic ability to resist germs. If you continue like this, you will get sick at least, or..."

The Moon Rabbit deliberately did not finish his sentence, letting the suspense hover in the air and deepening the fear in Scratchy's heart.

"In the long run, important organs such as the liver and kidneys will be permanently damaged. Think about it, is it worth it for the temporary pleasure?"

The goblin merchant's tongue had no place in his mouth, and saliva gathered unconsciously, but he was unable to swallow due to nervousness.

When the suspended liquid droplets were suspended along the inner wall of the test tube at the mouth of the bottle without dripping, his eyes were wide open and full of panic.

drop--

The droplets fell downwards, and he was finally completely overcome by fear.

A pungent smell came from his lower body, and the drop of liquid was held by the Moon Rabbit in mid-air. In a place where others could not see, the following paragraph flashed through her retinas

Floating text.

[Personality status·has been defeated!]

Yes, all the actions and words just now were premeditated and targeted.

Think Tank's big data model and Bury Squad's cold execution style - the two are a perfect match.

At this moment, Scratch's body reacted instinctively under extreme mental pressure - he was frightened and peed.

This behavior is not only the body's direct response to fear, but also the most obvious manifestation of his inner panic and helplessness.

In front of the Moon Rabbit and the commandos, Scratch lost his last dignity, his body began to tremble, his soaked pants were particularly obvious in the dim light, and the air was filled with embarrassment and humiliation.

Even if they are just the prototype of the burial team, the members of the task force headed by Moon Rabbit all possess the characteristics of the elite team of the burial agency.

The Inquisition makes the aliens fearful with its extremely cruel killing methods; the Burial Agency makes the aliens fearful with its ruthless style of doing things.

The burial mechanism does not require the aliens to believe in the dogma of the Kingdom of Heaven. It is enough for them to make the aliens fear the Kingdom of Heaven - fear creates authority.

"Take him down for interrogation, and upload the backup of the interrogation information to the management database at the same time, so that the think tank can process it." Bright Moon Rabbit said to the subordinates on the side.

"Yes!" The two team members dragged the dead dog-like goblin businessman to the corner and began to inquire.

Next to them, two small balls appeared, which were mechanical butlers.

It's just that their two little balls don't have the characteristics and personality of the Moon Rabbit's little balls. They are just pure whiteboard mechanical butlers.

The Moon Rabbit simply watched as the goblin businessman was dragged into the corner, and then his eyes fell on his mechanical butler.

"Rabbit, show task progress."

The little ball named Rabbit by the Moon Rabbit showed an electronic expression of disgust. It was obvious that it was not satisfied with this simple and crude name, but it still followed its master's order and started to perform the task.

The mechanical screen on its body shimmered with luster, showing the detailed information of the mission itinerary template, providing her with a clear guide to action.

Her "main mission" above is to clean up the secret organization in Hell's Kitchen - [The Emetics].

——Task progress——

Reminder: This progress report has been synchronized to the director’s command terminal!

Current Phase 1: Arresting Vendor Scratch Dirty Claw

Status: Completed.
To be continued...