2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Two floating vehicles slowly landed in front of the boulder engraved with "Lin Run Warehousing Company", and commissioners in combat uniforms walked out carrying suitcases and various equipment.

This company is built in a large park. The front is the office area and canteen, and the back half is a large warehouse for storing goods. Farther away in the parking lot is a row of red-headed heavy-duty trucks.

"Captain Wei, are we really not going to deal with that earth dragon?" Han Yinzhu, who was wearing combat uniform and looking a little thin, asked hesitantly.

Wei Jun, who was as strong as an iron tower, waved his hand with a serious expression: "Do your job well and leave it to the second team to handle it."

At this moment, another floating vehicle of the same standard fell from the sky and landed not far from everyone.

Two figures walked down from inside, one was a blond woman with a thin waist and long legs, a cold and delicate appearance, and the other was a young man with round hair and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.

The two of them wore the same combat uniforms as everyone else, with only slight differences in some details to distinguish the identities of the general bureau and branch commissioners.

"Everyone meets again, I am Ning Yuansi." The round-inch young man greeted cheerfully as soon as he came up.

"Wu Shisan, let's go in when everyone is here." The cold-looking blond woman did not say any greetings. After giving the order, she walked straight towards the park.

She was the commander-in-chief of this operation, while Wei Jun and Ning Yuansi were deputies at the same level.

Luo Binghan was quite dissatisfied with the other party's attitude, but he just followed him with a few expressions of disgust, not daring to make too much of a mistake in the current situation.

"Open the door, the Special Branch will investigate the case." Wu Shisan came to the security booth and held up his ID with an expressionless face.

Nearly ten heavily armed Special Branch commissioners stood at the door. The young man sitting inside had never seen this battle before, and with a trembling hand, he took a picture of the button that opened the electric gate.

Everyone walked into the park, and Han Jinyu, Han Yinzhu and Luo Binghan stayed near the door to guard at Wei Jun's signal.

Before the others had gone far in, a fat man in a suit who looked to be in his thirties ran out with sweat all over his head. It looked like he should be a department manager or director of the company.

"Everyone... Commissioners, please wait a moment..." He panted and ran to everyone, but no one paid attention to him and walked around.

The fat man had a sad look on his face and hurriedly turned around and chased after him: "Um, why are the specialists coming to our company? If there is any need for assistance, I, Duan Junmei, will definitely cooperate with me."

Wu Shisan tilted his head slightly and looked at him, with a cold tone: "Someone reported that your company stores a large amount of prohibited items, and the evidence is conclusive. Now the park will be sealed off immediately, no vehicles will be allowed to enter or exit, and then we will cooperate with our investigation."

"Okay, okay, I'll notify the others now." Duan Junmei nodded repeatedly, the flesh of his cheeks shaking up and down.

Wu Shisan ignored him and started to distribute tasks directly: "I, Stone Statue and God of Cookery are responsible for searching the warehouse in Area C, Qingfeng and Coin are responsible for searching the trucks at the back."

Her orders were direct and efficient, calling out the code names of everyone present almost without thinking.

The task of searching the warehousing company may have been too sudden for Wei Jun and other branch commissioners. It was not until they were in the car that they learned that the search was for "red ice", as well as the raw materials and chemical facilities for its preparation.

However, Wu Shisan and Ning Yuansi from the General Administration had received mission-related intelligence and information half an hour before departure, so the goal was very clear and there was no sloppiness at all.

Under such emergency tasks, the branch commissioner only needs to follow the dispatch and arrangements of the general bureau commissioner.

The five people quickly divided into two groups. Wu Shisan, Wei Jun and Zhong Xiaoxiao walked straight to the side of the park, while Ning Yuansi and Yan Long turned around and walked towards the parking lot.

When the evidence is solid, it acts vigorously and resolutely, without giving criminals any chance to breathe. This is the working style of the Special Branch.

...

People are coming and going on the streets, aerial vehicles and cars are shuttled on the road and in mid-air in an orderly manner, and the atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful.

However, what few people know is that just about ten minutes’ drive away from here, a mature ground dragon is making trouble, and the storage company next door is being searched by the Special Branch on suspicion of hiding contraband.

There are no quiet years, it's just that some people are carrying the burden in secret.

It's very annoying, I also want to carry forward with a heavy load...

Yan Muyun complained secretly in his heart and stopped at the entrance of the gorgeously decorated cafe on the street.

He was about to open the door and go in, but found that the sign "Closed" hanging on the handle was flashing with colorful lights.

It's strange. Is the address that guy Tang Wuling sent me wrong?

Yan Muyun was about to send a message to ask, but the door opened automatically at this moment.

He looked inside and saw someone in the corner of the cafe waving to him: "This way."

Yan Muyun looked over and saw that it was Tang Wuling.

The other party was dressed normally today. He was wearing a gray sportswear, his hair was slicked back, and his face was cleanly shaved. He looked like a quite charming uncle.

The figure sitting opposite him was somewhat familiar, with a bald head, round shoulders, and a somewhat fat figure.

After Yan Muyun walked in, he didn't say hello first, but lowered his voice and asked anxiously, "How's it going?"

Tang Wuling knew what he was asking, so he nodded slightly, then moved to the side and raised his hand to indicate to sit down.

After receiving a positive reply, Yan Muyun breathed a sigh of relief, turned his attention to the uncle opposite him, and then opened his mouth in surprise: "Zhang...Uncle Zhang?"

This bald middle-aged man with a somewhat familiar back turned out to be the owner of Lao Zhang Xiang Restaurant, Zhang Xixue’s father.

Lao Zhang raised his head and smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes turning into chrysanthemums.

However, Yan Muyun frowned, feeling that the man in front of him seemed to have a different temperament today. He completely lost the feeling of a down-to-earth restaurant owner before.

"Xiao Yan, you don't seem to know my full name yet." Lao Zhang sniffed and looked at the other party with a calm and steady gaze.

Yan Muyun narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed something keenly. His heartbeat began to accelerate gradually: "Well, I really haven't heard Zhang Xixue say that."

He subconsciously glanced at Tang Wuling beside him, but the other person just took small sips of coffee and didn't seem to pay attention to his gaze at all.

"Then let's get to know each other formally today." Lao Zhang stretched out his rough and thick palms with a warm smile on his face: "My surname is Zhang, and my full name is Zhang Feiyu."

He held his palm up in the air for a long time, and he didn't wait for the other party to reach out for nearly 10 seconds, so he slowly put it down.

Yan Muyun, who was sitting across from him, seemed to have turned into a stone statue. His eyes were looking at the dark brown solid wood table unfocused, his breathing was steady, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

Tang Wuling and Zhang Feiyu looked at each other. Neither of them spoke, they just sat quietly and waited.

"Where did your coffee come from?" Yan Muyun suddenly raised his head and looked around. He didn't see the fourth person in the huge cafe.

"I haven't drunk this cup yet." Zhang Feiyu pushed the coffee in front of him.

Yan Muyun picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. His posture was exactly like that of a Liangshan hero drinking from a large bowl. The dark brown liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth into his neck.

He put down the cup, took out two tissues from the paper box on the table, wiped his neck and whispered softly: "Zhang Feiyu, Zhang Feiyu, not Zhang Yu, there is no three hundred taels of silver here, I really have yours."

Hunanese, in his early 50s, surnamed Zhang.

These were three ordinary factors, but they were pieced together to create a man who gave Yan Muyun a splitting headache.