Wen Wen pouted and arrived at the rooftop of a nearby tall building.
He had been happy initially, but his good mood was ruined by that voice.
Even if Wen Wen wanted to find the voice, the other party hadn't given him a location, so Wen Wen didn't know where to look.
The world was so big, with just a "come find me," even an immortal couldn't find them.
However, all of Wen Wen's displeasure vanished when he saw the black airplane.
The aircraft was only eight meters long, with its wings folded. At first glance, it was entirely black, but when sunlight shone on it, it displayed a rainbow-like sheen.
Wen Wen pinched his chin and said, "Hmm, colorful black, fits my requirements."
Below each of the folded wings, three missiles were mounted. Each missile was a modified high-grade item, with much more stimulating power than ordinary cloud-burst bombs. Once hit, even monsters in the disaster sequence wouldn't be able to escape.
On both sides of the lower front of the fuselage, there were cannons. The caliber of these cannons was slightly larger than a Vulcan Gatling gun, but their power was unknown.
At the same time, the overall weight of the aircraft was very light. Even if it landed on the rooftop of a normal residential building, it wouldn't cause much disturbance. This could be considered black technology from the North American region.
Based on the aircraft alone, its value was equivalent to a disaster-class monster. Otherwise, it wouldn't have almost emptied Wen Wen's demon-hunting coins.
The combat capability of the aircraft itself was negligible to Wen Wen at the moment, but this didn't prevent Wen Wen from genuinely liking it.
Didn't every boy dream of having his own airplane?
"Hahaha, those rich people who buy private planes and show off are so weak. Do they have private fighter jets?"
Wen Wen said in a strange tone as he crawled over the aircraft like a spider, making the driver from the North American region who delivered the plane look extremely awkward.
"Back when I was a detective, if I had this thing, I would have been the coolest kid in the detective world!"
If Wen Wen were an ordinary detective, flying around in such a plane, the most likely outcome would be being shot down by a missile...
After crawling over every corner of the plane, Wen Wen landed and completed the handover procedures with the driver from the North American region.
This driver would not leave for now; he had to teach Wen Wen how to fly the plane before he could go.
"You don't need to teach me. I don't need to know how to fly the plane; I just need to possess it. You should be teaching it, my driver."
Wen Wen pulled San Zai'er down from his neck and said fiercely, "Learn how to operate this thing within a day, or I'll feed you hot pot broth."
Then Wen Wen tossed San Zai'er to the driver's feet and jumped off the rooftop himself, leaving the driver and San Zai'er both bewildered.
San Zai'er let out a humanized sigh. Why did he, a snake, have to live a more tiring life than a human?
It swept the driver with its tail and then crawled into the cockpit.
The driver scratched his head and followed into the cockpit. He never dreamed that he would be teaching a snake how to fly a plane.
...
After leaving San Zai'er and the plane, Wen Wen began his daily training. He had just reached a new realm, and his strength had greatly increased. He needed to train more to better master his current power.
After two hours of practice, Wen Wen went out again to catch a small monster for his rune experiments.
Now, Wen Wen's understanding of runes was becoming increasingly profound. With runes alone, he could achieve abilities like fire, acid, and mental control without needing the rings from the containment facility.
As his strength grew, Wen Wen controlled more abilities himself, and his reliance on the containment facility decreased bit by bit.
The slightly brutal experiment lasted for several hours, and the sky had already darkened. Wen Wen checked the time, opened his computer, and started watching his daily "Judgment" video.
Unlike usual, this time "The Judicator" did not hide, but stood squarely in the center of the screen.
However, he still had a hood pulled over his head and a mask covering his face, so his features could not be seen.
Another difference was that there was no prisoner to be judged this time.
The Judicator coughed lightly, appearing to be not in very good health.
"The prisoner I will judge this time, I have not yet captured. If you deem this person worthy of death, I will bring him to you. If you believe he does not deserve to die, then I will not disturb him."
The Judicator took out a piece of paper and began to softly read out the person's crimes:
"This person's name is Ning Zhewan. He is twenty-seven years old. His public identity is a tutor at a cram school, but in reality, this identity is just a cover. He is secretly collecting information to carry out a murder."
"He has killed eight people, all disguised as accidental deaths."
"Among these eight people were parents of students, the cram school's accountant and principal, as well as seemingly unrelated bookstore owners and building material store owners..."
"He took three years to complete this murder. No one except me has discovered that these people were murdered by him."
Next, The Judicator produced several photos and some written materials as evidence.
Wen Wen habitually checked through his own channels and raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.
The eight victims displayed by The Judicator had indeed died successively over three years, and Ning Zhewan was indeed a tutor at an after-school cram school. However, from the information Wen Wen obtained, there was no connection found.
This was very different from the criminals The Judicator had dealt with before. Many of those had clear evidence, while this time, it was only The Judicator's word.
"The reason I haven't gone after him is because his goal is revenge."
"Ning Zhewan grew up in an orphanage. The orphanage consistently supported him through high school. After graduating from high school, Ning Zhewan was admitted to a university with excellent grades and received a full scholarship, and his connection with the orphanage gradually faded."
"When Ning Zhewan was twenty-one years old, an earthquake suddenly struck, and the orphanage collapsed. The director and over a dozen children died inside."
"Ning Zhewan originally thought it was just an accident, but after graduating and returning, he accidentally discovered that only the collapsed orphanage was in the vicinity."
"Further investigation revealed that many of the building materials used in the orphanage were substandard, and even shoddy work was done, which was the root cause of this tragedy."
"Therefore, Ning Zhewan began to take revenge on the group of people who had undertaken the construction of the orphanage."
"More than twenty years had passed since the orphanage was built. Those people were no longer working in the construction industry, but Ning Zhewan found them one by one."
The Judicator paused and said, "I do not object to killing for revenge."
"However, three of the eight people he killed were innocent, and he simply took his anger out on them."
"Therefore, whether Ning Zhewan lives or dies is for you to decide."