# Chapter 1941: West District Cleanup Plan
Because of the consecutive defeats of the East District players, the Supervision Department's days had become difficult. The East District blamed the Supervision Department for not taking information collection seriously—they should have paid attention when inspectors were repeatedly attacked, rather than turning a blind eye as before.
So after cleaning up the frozen processing plant, all members of Xu Huo's branch began reviewing past cases. Whether someone had voluntarily reported a crime or a body had been discovered, as long as the case was registered, they had to self-check it.
However, most of these cases had only been started, without even a formal complete record. What could be found by checking them? The branch members could only pick out a few that seemed particularly unusual.
Of course, in Xu Huo's view, this inspection was absurd and futile. Not to mention that the Supervision Department had a one-day case investigation deadline, few branch members cared about follow-up work. Even cases that had been handled at the time weren't properly recorded, and over time, they were archived alongside unresolved cases.
Too few cases were truly concluded, so the Supervision Department became increasingly indifferent. After all, whether cases were closed or not didn't affect their pay.
As a newcomer, Han Cong couldn't understand this either, and he was also somewhat frustrated. First, the Supervision Department's filter was shattered; second, he hadn't expected his soon-to-be life-and-death colleagues to be this kind of people.
Other inspectors either didn't care or tacitly avoided mentioning it. In short, everyone did their own thing. As long as they followed headquarters' requirements, that was enough. Whether they could complete it was another matter.
During a break, Han Cong went to the stairwell to smoke and couldn't help saying to Xu Huo, "What future is there in this?"
Xu Huo looked at him with "surprise." "What kind of future do you want?"
The Supervision Department's work didn't involve performance evaluations. Whether one could go to the East District depended entirely on the East District's specific requirements. Did he actually expect to make achievements in the West District and get promoted by headquarters?
"My purpose in becoming an inspector was to live a better life," Han Cong said with some discouragement. "But now I'm being told that my best future is just being an ordinary inspector here, being a West District person for life... Do you want to live like this?"
Xu Huo silently watched an old man carefully walking past the Supervision Department building outside. "At least it's better than them."
"We're different from them," Han Cong said. "We're inspectors."
He finished speaking, stubbed out his cigarette, and went to the restroom.
By the time Xu Huo returned to the office, the atmosphere had shifted again. The people who had been busy just now were all staring at their watch terminals.
Xu Huo opened his own. It turned out the frozen processing plant incident had fermented.
A small media workshop had released all the evidence they had secretly gathered over the years onto the terminal at once. The frozen processing plant was just the tip of the iceberg. In fact, all East District companies and factories were doing the same thing. Kidnapping living people for organs wasn't new. Besides that, they would also select good-looking, young children to kidnap. These children ultimately had only two fates: either becoming playthings or becoming organ donors. Every year, so many people went missing in the West District—more than half were directly or indirectly killed by these companies and factories.
And this media outlet clearly had some connections in the East District. They publicly claimed that the reason the East District needed so many people wasn't entirely because they needed organs for patients. In reality, East District residents had long been taking evolution agents universally. Their physical fitness was several times better than West District people. Some incurable terminal illnesses weren't problems either, so using everything on patients was impossible.
The published materials mentioned a pharmaceutical research and development group. This group had a dedicated corpse dissolution pool. Every year, dead experimental subjects were thrown in there, eventually turning into waste residue. Photos were attached.
These things were shocking to see, but the most impactful part was yet to come. The media claimed they had received support from kind-hearted people and had discovered that the East District had privately passed a proposal targeting West District people—the West District Cleanup Plan.
In this proposal, the East District believed that allocating the West District for lower-class people to live in was very wasteful. Moreover, West District residents were all criminals on average, not worth the East District's time and effort to govern. They were like parasites, not only consuming East District resources but also repeatedly causing trouble for the East District. To put it bluntly, this place's existence was an eyesore. It would be better to just level it and rebuild.
Of course, the rebuilt area wouldn't be given to West District people to live in. But driving these people away might cause backlash, so the best way was to let them die.
That's right, the core of this cleanup plan was to kill West District people.
As for what methods would be used, the published materials didn't specify, but the media gave a few guesses. One was poisoning West District people through weather or water sources. Another was creating a plague.
The West District was filthy and dirty, filled with various germs. What was strange about people getting sick and dying?
As for this point, anyone living in the West District would feel a chill down their spine after reading it.
The inspectors were no exception.
Because they were also West District people. If there were no people left in the West District, what need would there be for the Supervision Department?
"This... could it be true?" Lin Guang looked toward the several team leaders.
The team leaders' expressions weren't good either. One with a quick temper kicked over the stacked documents in front of him and cursed, "Damn it, I was counting on retiring in the Supervision Department!"
"It shouldn't be," Li Song said, still relatively calm. "The East District puts so many factories in the West District to get cheaper labor."
"But machines could have replaced living people long ago!" someone else said.
Li Song was silent for a long time before saying, "Factories might not need them, but pharmaceutical research laboratories do."
The office fell silent. This statement did have some truth to it. However, admitting it would be tantamount to acknowledging that they were livestock raised by the East District, completely losing their dignity as human beings—they became inspectors to be treated as people!
"We'll talk about the future when it comes. Let's go, let's go. Today's a day off. Let's go out and have some fun!" A team leader picked up his coat.
So the Supervision Department members filed out with heavy hearts.
News spread quickly on the streets. Many people had already heard this rumor. Residents looked at them, wanting to get a few words from them.
It seemed that if people gathered any longer, something would happen. The group entered a restaurant but soon scattered again.
Of course, it wasn't just West District people who were anxious, but also foreign players. Because the exposed cleanup plan was essentially a drastic measure. Once West District people were finished, all instances related to the West District would disappear. For those who had been in Jade Spring City for a short time, it was just a failed clearance. But for those who had been here long, they might face random teleportation.
The shuttle bus traveled on uneven roads. Xu Huo leaned against the seat back, watching the lights constantly flashing past outside the window. He wondered how many of these people rushing to spread the news in the streets and alleys were rebels... But he had to admit, the rebels had played this hand beautifully. (Chapter End)