Chapter 12 No Saving Him, Just Shoot to Kill...

"Despicable! Too despicable!"

"Excessive! Way too excessive!"

"Utterly audacious! Lawless and unrestrained!"

"Report it to the central government! It must be reported to the central government!"

With the chief of the Qingcheng Public Security Office's several roars of fury, Chen Yu's miserable fate began.

If all the prisoners were to be released...

Although from a "rank" perspective, a [Terrorist] is a lot better than a [Global Top Serial Corpse-Abusing Murderer].

But to the officials, this was even less tolerable.

As for Chen Yu, he had barely made it through the evening after being released from prison when he was taken away by comrades from the Human Security Bureau.

He got into the special car, escorted by three military vehicles, heading to the capital city.

"...It's over."

"Absolutely done (liao)"

Sitting in the back of the car, hands and feet shackled, Chen Yu's face was grim.

Obviously, he was in for trouble.

From just the fully armed, gun-bearing soldiers surrounding him, it was clear that getting out of this trip to the capital without shedding a layer of skin would be impossible.

And all of this originated from that damn neighbor's report.

"He's done for." Chen Yu clenched his fists, "Not even Jesus can save him, as I see it."

"Bang!"

The squad leader sitting opposite Chen Yu slammed the roof of the car, "Shut up! Don't make trouble!"

"Okay, okay." Chen Yu instantly cowed.

These soldiers, acting on orders, were unaware of Chen Yu's "preemptive title." They simply regarded him as a real "terrorist." Their attitude was extremely unfriendly.

Qingcheng, located in the Central Plains.

It wasn't too far from the capital city.

A journey that usually takes four hours, the convoy made it in just four hours.

Upon entering the city then after about ten minutes of left and right turns, the convoy stopped.

Chen Yu was hooded and pulled out of the car.

"Transfer of the prisoner complete!"

After the squad leader shouted, Chen Yu felt himself being led away.

After many twists and turns, taking an elevator ride, he was seated on a cold chair.

"Made of iron."

Chen Yu very skillfully deduced.

It felt almost identical to the chairs in the police station...

Then, silence ensued around him.

He had no idea how much time had passed when the hood was finally lifted.

The glaring brightness overwhelmed him instantaneously, causing Chen Yu to involuntarily close his eyes in avoidance. It took a while before he gradually adjusted to the light levels.

Glancing around the room, he found only a middle-aged man standing in front of him.

"Preemptive title." Their gazes met. The middle-aged man squinted, "Terrorist."

"Right, right," Chen Yu nodded repeatedly, "preemptive, it hasn't happened yet."

"You want it to happen?"

"No! Definitely not!"

"Then why hasn't your title changed?"

"..." After staying silent for a moment, Chen Yu ventured, "Could it be possible that... my title is fake?"

"The entire human history of several thousand years, with a total population in the hundreds of billions, titles have never been fake. What makes you so special?" The middle-aged man's voice was deep, "Are you perhaps an evildoer?"

Chen Yu was startled, "No, no no! I don't even think about being a terrorist."

The middle-aged man: "..."

"Not that, I mean, that..." Chen Yu struggled to explain, his mind racing, but he could not find the right words.

"Have you been through some kind of trauma?" asked the middle-aged man.

"I... I guess I have."

"What kind of trauma?"

"I can't remember..."

"Chen Yu, you need to understand something. This isn't a grassroots level, this is the Human Security Bureau," the middle-aged man said as he turned to leave, "If the title above your head doesn't disappear, and your evil thoughts aren't corrected, you will bear the consequences."

"Thud—"

The door closed tightly, and the middle-aged man was gone.

Chen Yu was dazed for quite a while before letting out a deep sigh, "Fuck it all..."

...

Exiting the detention room, the middle-aged man took the files handed over by his female assistant and looked through Chen Yu's information, "Have all the people and networks Chen Yu came into contact with in the past five years been checked out?"

"Yes," the assistant nodded, "including every day's browser history, which has also been exported. It's attached to the appendices."

"Mhm." The middle-aged man nodded, flipping through the pages, "Five years isn't enough, get the last ten years."

"Yes, Director."

"...The education at the grassroots level is horrifying." Upon seeing, in the files, that the last title Chen Yu held was [Global Top Serial Corpse-Abusing Murderer], the middle-aged director's cheeks twitched, "Considering the records, this kid Chen Yu seems like a good child. How could a few days in a police station ruin him like this."

"..." The assistant could only remain silent.

In her heart, she had a suggestion to recommend all the staff from that police station to infiltrate enemy forces.

Perhaps humans might achieve victory without even fighting...

Of course, she only dared to think about it, never to say it out loud.

"Snap." Five minutes later, having finished all the documents, the middle-aged director ordered, "Starting from tomorrow, Chen Yu will undergo thought correction. Wake up at five in the morning, eat breakfast, then receive a morning's worth of moral education. Afternoon sessions will cover civil and criminal law. At night, cycle through positive films, short plays, and promotional videos. Recite the Three Character Classic and the Tao Te Ching. At bedtime, read at least a hundred thousand words of famous quotes and masterpieces. For the rest of the time, arrange for a psychologist to talk to him."

"Understood, Director."

"In no more than three days, we need to have him re-educated."

"Yes!"

...

Before long, three days had passed.

But Chen Yu hadn't been "re-educated" at all!

The title [Explosive Terrorist] remained unaltered atop his head!

His unyielding nature shocked the entire Security Bureau.

"This is terrifying," the middle-aged director felt a chill within, "Could it be that he has been hypnotized by some method used by the enemy forces?"

"We've called in psychics to check; there are no psychic waves. There's also no evidence of hypnotic suggestion on a mental level," the assistant replied with a serious expression.

"Incredible."

"Director, what should we do now?"

"Add one more thing, watch three episodes of BabyBus every day."

After a long silence, that was the command the leadership issued...

...

Then a week went by.

"Watch five more episodes of Cardcaptor Sakura!"

The Security Bureau leadership added another order.

...

The third week.

"Maybe we could try playing him some songs on loop, like 'Because You're Too Beautiful' or 'Nervous'. We'll start by attempting to break his stubbornness..."

...

The fourth week.

The title above Chen Yu's head still hadn't budged.

"Director, shall we just put him down?" the female assistant suggested.

The middle-aged director: "..."

...