I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 280: The weak eat the strong!

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Ling Ping smashed his mouth.

One update, two more collections?

Now that new books are so difficult to mix up?

He scratched his head and silently closed the web page.

Then he looked back at his saved manuscript and felt that there was no problem, so he continued to code.

Now, it’s time to write about the war with the aliens.

According to his idea, he began to write on the document.

An ancient alien relic...

Take the top of the pyramid directly!

Ancient Egypt, ancient Yin Shang and ancient Khmer-style pyramids stood silently under the Antarctic ice sheet.

The curious scientist, strayed into this ruin.

I thought that history was discovered, but it turned out to be a nightmare.

An ancient alien, a terrifying biochemical weapon left on the earth, sleeps here.

The arrival of mankind disturbed these prehistoric biochemical weapons and activated their combat procedures.

So disaster strikes...

Lingping typed word by word.

The keyboard is crackling.

In the quiet bookstore, the kitten gently lay on the counter.

The sound of the host typing on the keyboard is like a grand concert.

As if being in that old age.

At that time, there was no time and no space.

Even entropy does not exist.

Everything goes to nothingness.

Some are just at the center of the universe, at the origin of everything.

The gorgeous and crazy music is played all the time.

That was music before the Big Bang.

It is also music before the concept of sound existed.

So, almost no one can understand.

So, any existence, even if it just hears a note, may go crazy directly.

Because he cannot accept and understand this kind of thing.

"The master's awakening rate is much higher..." The kitten was a little sad.

……………………………………

Situ He opened the door of his office.

He walked in, someone was already waiting for him.

"General Situ!" The judge wearing a Hachi hat stood up.

A very young judge!

Up to thirty years old!

It looks very immature-in the profession of judges, at the age of fifty, it can be said that they are ‘young rich and powerful’. Generally, after the age of 80, judges will consider retirement.

Moreover, judges are a sacred profession in the Federal Empire.

This can be seen from the apex of the judge's profession—the title of the Great Guardian of the Empire.

Great protector!

The gatekeeper of the constitution, the defender and protector of the imperial system.

Praised by the media and the people as a living saint who "integrates all virtues and conducts in one body".

And under the Great Guardian, are the chief judges of the Federal Circuit Court.

Everyone is the seed of the great protector of the future.

And this one is the youngest circuit court judge in the Federal Empire.

Qin Anmin, Chief Judge of the Third Circuit.

Looking at him, Rao is also a little bit big.

The thing he dislikes the most is these judges.

Because it is not clear to reason with them.

In the eyes of judges, there is only code.

Nothing else but this!

"Ming Gong, please sit down..." Situ He said to Qin Anmin, barely smiling.

Minggong is the official name for judges required by law.

This is a rule set by Taizu.

The so-called Ming Gong, the Ming is in the Quartet, the public is determined to reach the public.

At the same time, traditionally, this is another respect.

Respect for the law implies that the law is the wish of all people, and the judge is the person who interprets or judges these regulations.

They are entrusted with the incarnation of justice for the people.

He is also the one who holds the bottom line of the nation’s benevolence and morality.

The late great protector Zhang Yi once said a famous saying: Don’t ask what justice can bring us, we should ask what we can do for justice?

So, judges are the people most hated by most imperial institutions, but they have to respect.

Qin Anmin looked at Situ He and sat down. He took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Situ He: "General Situ, I, on behalf of the Third Circuit Court and Special Affairs Tribunal of the Empire, formally notify You, regarding the case of Ao Xian and Ma Baobao, you and Heiyiwei's allegations, we cannot accept!"

"In law, to organize the crime of evil organizations, three necessary conditions must be met..."

"And, Ao Xian and Ma Baobao can't even meet half of the conditions!"

Situ He listened and sat down in his seat. He nodded: "The opinion of the court, we know..."

To prosecute both parties is also a cat and mouse game.

For the past two hundred years, Heiyiwei has been committed to convicting every alien and extraordinary person they prosecuted.

The court is committed to analyzing each allegation and dismissing it as much as possible.

It’s not that judges tend to protect those aliens.

But they know that the high-pressure control of the black guard must have a catharsis.

At the same time, it is also a defense of the law.

In a sense, if the black guard is a pressure cooker, then the judge is a regulating valve.

The pressure cannot be too high.

Every judge knows it well.

Otherwise, in the Federal Empire, thousands of aliens and transcendents who learn from Chen Sheng and Wu Guang will inevitably cause social unrest.

The killing and wounding of civilians is more terrifying and efficient than the army.

Situ He took the document handed over by the other party, checked it, signed it, and said: "Ming Gong, we will reorganize the prosecution as soon as possible!"

Qin Anmin nodded, and then solemnly said: "Heiyiwei is under a bit of pressure recently...especially in the Guangnan area. You have sued too many people..."

"Many people are just petty sins..."

"Warning and education will do..."

Situ He smiled wryly as he listened, he thought too.

But...

There is an ancient **** squatting here.

What can he do?

It can only continue to pressurize, so that those who are used to being sloppy will know that in Guangnan, it is not allowed to break the rules casually like other places.

Whoever breaks the rules will wait for sanctions!

But he can't talk about this.

This matter is currently top secret!

Except the insider, no one else can be told.

This is discipline!

"The court, please understand..." Situ He could only say: "The work is a little harder, but it is also for the public!"

Qin Anmin shook his head and said: "Black-clothed guards have the rules of black-clothed guards, and the court has the insistence of the court!"

"Although we are the guardians of the law..."

"But, he is also a person who defends public order, good customs, benevolence and morality..."

"Heiyiwei, please understand us..."

"We will not accept most cases!"

"This is our attitude!"

This is also the attitude of most judges!

The law is dead. If you follow the law, it would be too rigid.

Especially the case of Heiyiwei is a case of the extraordinary.

In the eyes of judges, transcendents and aliens are, first of all, a citizen and a person.

It cannot be assumed that they are guilty!

In the eyes of the black guard, all transcendents and aliens outside the control of the black guard may be criminals.

This is the biggest contradiction between the two.

So, Heiyiwei often likes to hold chicken feathers as his arrows.

And the judges, all they have to do is to deny their behavior.

Because they started their careers, they were told-we are not only the gatekeepers of the law, but also the guardians of public order, good customs, and benevolence!

The law may be wrong.

But there is nothing wrong with public order, good morals and benevolence.

These emotions based on the most simple wishes of the people and the most basic ethics and morals cannot be wrong.

The law is wrong, and they should correct it.

Especially the Federal Empire has a history of 300 years.

Many laws are outdated.

But for various reasons, these laws have not been amended in time.

So, the judges actually bear the responsibility of correction and correction.

Situ He looked at this stubborn judge and sighed helplessly, saying: "Well, I will try my best to reduce similar things as far as possible..."

"But..." He looked at the young man under the Haze crown: "There are some things, the black guard will not give in!"

Qin Anmin smiled: "I understand!"

He is used to it.

The black guard always doubts everything.

But it must be admitted that the country cannot be without their doubts.

Otherwise, it would be messy.

But...understandably, Qin Anmin also knows that he must resolutely withstand the pressure from the black guard.

Because, his duty is to prevent the black guard from making mistakes.

This is also the original intention of Gaozong to establish a special affairs court independent of the black guard at the same time as he established the black guard.

If the use of power is not restricted, it will definitely lead to oppression and exploitation of the weak by the strong.

The weak here refer to those who have mastered extraordinary abilities.

These transcendents are also aliens themselves.

Because they are weak compared to black guards.

If the black guard has no scruples, what should these people do?

They are also people!

…………………………

Send Qin Anmin away, Situ He rubbed his sour temples.

When dealing with the judge, it gives him a headache every time.

But this is the rule!

The black guard is a law enforcement officer and is responsible for arresting people.

But trial and conviction are the judge's business.

"Hey..." He sighed: "The court's attitude is like this... I'm afraid, the high pressure control is loosened..."

If anyone is arrested, they will be released.

That in itself will weaken other people's fear and fear of the black guard.

As a result, those transcendents are alien and become active.

This is unacceptable.

So, the degree of relaxation is very important.

Especially after the court has stated its attitude.

"But... if you relax your control, I'm afraid those people in Jiangcheng and Guangnan will sprout again..."

In the past, what were the extraordinary and aliens in Guangnan area?

Similar to other parts of the Federal Empire.

They will play the legal side ball.

Organize gatherings in the name of magic and tricks.

Some guys even like to go shopping.

Under normal circumstances, the black guards turn a blind eye to such things.

The problem is that now there is a big Buddha squatting in Jiangcheng.

If there is a guy who doesn't open his eyes, provoke him.

Are you scared this morning again?

Situ He just thought about it, but he was a little trembling.

No way!

He had to pick up the phone and call Xia Ping, asking him to strengthen his control over the industrial park.

Try to keep those who die from the local area.

At least limit their local frequency.

The way is actually very simple.

No need to say it!

Only need to increase the local black guards.

If there are a large number of black guards in the area, and from time to time, let people know that there are black guards here, and many.

So, most people will stay away wisely.

After all, no one is stupid enough to bump into the black guard directly.

Even if it's just a check and inspection, it's enough for those who are naturally free to drink a pot.

It's just that, in this way, it is inevitable to tell others-there is a problem.

This is why Situ He didn't do this before.

Curiosity is something everyone has.

There are always people who are not afraid of death and like to snoop.

But now...

He has no choice.

This can only be done, and we can only hope that this signal can be received.

Let others know that there is Longtan Tiger Den.

All give me a good life with my tail clipped.

Putting down the phone, Situ He sighed.

He suddenly thought of something.

What is the target doing now?

He picked up the remote control, turned on the monitor, and multi-angle streets appeared on the screen.

Everything is normal.

The target is in the bookstore and has not been out.

The lights in the bookstore are still on.

Under the street lights, there are no pedestrians in the quiet streets.

"Um..." Situ He finally felt relieved.

At this time, the phone on his desk rang.

He looked at it. It was the phone of the technical department.

He picked it up and connected.

"Um..."

"Got it..."

Putting down the phone, Situ He gave a weird smile.

Because, the technical department reported that the target was on a website, registered a new pseudonym, and uploaded a new book.

"Guan Gong vs. Qin Qiong?"

Situ He frowned.

It is very simple for the technical department to find such things, because the information registered by the target on the Internet will be reported to the technical department.

While the target did not cover himself, he directly registered with his real name.

So...

"What does he want to express?"

"Am I the creator of the swarm?" Situ He recalled the title and introduction of the book: "The swarm is just a toy I created, but they have caused a disaster in countless worlds!"

He knows that the target never does useless work.

At least, since he was discovered, every signal and message released externally has a clear direction and purpose.

So...

Situ He has to think about it, what does he want to tell the world through this matter, especially the black guard?

"Do you show his power and strength?"

Situ He thought.

The creator, means that he can create species?

And that profile is telling people, what can he do?

Or what did he do?

Situ He was puzzled, so he opened the website and searched for the title of the book.

Click in to see, the lonely page, the bare book review area.

He looked at the word count, there are already more than 8,000 words.

Situ He clicked and started to look.

More than eight thousand words, he read very slowly.

Read word by word.

On the surface, this seems to be just a very common web post.

The first two chapters are about the background of the protagonist and the so-called system and basic abilities of the system.

But...

Situ He knows that there is a mystery in this!

There must be a mystery!

He thought about it, and was about to click the favorite button.

However, his soul suddenly warned.

It seems that the act of collecting will bring disaster!

So he gave up.

However, this made him firmer in the idea that the matter itself was problematic.

……………………………………

Ling Ping'an raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall.

It's half past ten.

He stopped.

After moving his neck, he picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

On TV, news about the college entrance examination is being broadcast.

"From our reporter, the examination area of ​​the Western Song Kingdom will end this college entrance examination at 11:30 p.m. local time..."

"The reporter of this station, has been waiting for each examination room in Kaifeng, the capital of the Western Song Kingdom..."

Ling Ping'an listened, and was stunned: "Is it so fast?"

The college entrance examination of the Western Song Kingdom is about to end.

This also means that the entire college entrance examination season is over.

The results will be announced in the next week.

According to the college entrance examination method, each university will gradually announce its admission scores.

"I don't know how many people will be admitted to key universities in Jiangcheng this year..." Ling Ping'an couldn't help thinking.

Jiangcheng's college entrance examination scores have been crushed by the neighboring city of Baoan for ten consecutive years.

So much so that in the forum, Baoan people laughed at Jiangcheng for ten years.

And Jiangcheng people can only furious incompetently.

No way, this kind of thing can only be ridiculed.

The college entrance examination is the fairest!

To win is to win, to lose is to lose, there is nothing to say!

Watching the news, I kept seeing eleven o'clock.

Lingping turned off the TV, then stood up, pulled down the rolling shutter, turned off the lights, and went upstairs.

While walking, he shook his head: "It seems that those exercise books are lost!"

The college entrance examination has ended, which means that those books will never be bought.

So...

"Donate it!" Lingping said: "Donate to an educational institution..."

So, the old books in the past, the choice of spiritual peace is to donate.

After all, they are no longer valuable in your hand.

But it is too wasteful to sell scrap books.

It's better to donate it to the needy groups, which not only demonstrates the true qualities of a gentleman, but also benefits the children!

And those books eventually flowed to those poor countries.

For example, Siam, Khmer, and even Kunlun.

Following his words, the bookshelf downstairs began to vibrate.

Some books began to squirm, as if they were alive.

From these books, monsters crawled out.

The monsters slowly crawled to other bookshelves.

Drill into a book.

But in some books, there is a master.

So ~IndoMTL.com~ inevitably, ushered in fierce competition and fighting.

Countless halos bloomed between the bookshelves.

That is the singing of knowledge and the fighting of strength!

Best the kitten looked at and immediately buried his head.

Such a struggle, for him, is too intense!

But Lingping went up the stairs.

Cracking, the stairs wobbly.

A pair of scarlet eyeballs lit up from the wallpaper in the bookstore.

They looked at the monsters that were fighting, without any indication.

This is normal.

The weak eat the strong!

The weak are not worthy of survival!