I kidnapped an alien civilization

The convoy stopped in front of a manor-style building in the suburbs. Seeing the convoy approaching, two armed policemen on duty quickly pushed the gate open. The large SUV slowly passed the gate of the manor. Through the car window, Li Mo found that this is a super large house.

The large SUV drove for several minutes before stopping in front of a small two-story building. Mr. Mian opened the door and said, "Mr. Li Mo, we are here."

The two-storey building looks like an ancient building a hundred years ago, with blue tiles as the roof and logs as columns. The roof is covered with green moss, the road is surrounded by bluestone pavement, and there is a rockery not far away. There are a few white birds playing on the rockery. Behind the rockery is a small lake, and a small pavilion stands in the middle of the lake. If this beautiful environment is said to be the location of a TV series, Li Mo would believe it.

"Where is this?" he asked.

Mr. Mian looked at the time on his phone and replied, "The thirteenth department."

Isn't Section 13 affiliated to the police station? Why is it here? However, since Mr. Mian entered this manor, he put away the iconic smile on his face, showing a cautious appearance, and Li Mo didn't ask too many questions.

"My task has also been completed." At this time, the thin old man also got out of the car, and he took out a document and handed it to Mr. Mian.

Mr. Mian took the material, drew a weird bird on it, and handed it back.

The thin old man looked at the "strange bird" on the material, nodded with a smile and said, "I have to go back and hand in the task, so let's go."

Mr. Mian nodded, and the thin old man said into the walkie-talkie: "Mission completed, all staff's operation code is o2." Then he jumped into the ambulance that had been following behind, and made a gesture of waving goodbye. Mr. Mian just pretended not to see it, but Li Mo waved his hand in response.

After Li Mo carefully inspected the surrounding environment, Mr. Mian made a gesture of invitation. Then he stepped forward a few steps, gently pushed open the door of the small building, and Li Mo then entered the small building.

After entering the small building, Li Mo discovered that the inside and outside were obviously different from the old-fashioned appearance. The lobby on the first floor is brightly lit, and the whole row of LED lights on the roof illuminates the entire room without any blind spots. There are rows of computers in the room, and a few people in black uniforms in front of the computers are constantly busy. There are also several female uniforms wearing headphones who are talking with the outside world, checking satellite images from time to time.

"Mr. Mian is back, is the mission going well?" Seeing the two coming in, a woman with short hair in black uniform stepped forward and asked.

Mr. Mian said with a stern face: "There was a little trouble, but it went smoothly."

The female uniform said softly with a smile: "Mr. is waiting for you, go quickly."

Mr. Mian nodded in response, and then took Li Mo up the stairs.

The design style of the second floor is completely different from the design style of the lobby on the first floor. If the first floor is modern and fast-paced, then the second floor is an antique with a profound artistic conception. There is an antique blue fishtail plum blossom vase, a screen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, and even incense is lit in the incense burner next to it. Maybe it was authentic sandalwood, Li Mo immediately felt refreshed after smelling it.

A gray-haired old man was working at his desk under a desk lamp. Only then did Li Mo realize that the house had no windows. It was daytime outside, but the inside of the house was still pitch-black. Only the desk lamp on the desk gave off a dim light.

Mr. Mian was very familiar with the layout of the room, and walked to the desk with ease. He bent down respectfully and said softly, "Sir, I'm back."

The old man stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head, looked past Mr. Mian, and looked directly at Li Mo. He smiled and said, "This young man is the great hero of our country, Li Mo, right?"

Only then did Li Mo understand what it means to be like a spring breeze. The old man's gaze shone on him like a ray of sunshine, making him feel warm in his heart.

Li Mo hurried forward and said: "I dare not be a hero, I am Li Mo."

The old man beckoned, "Don't stand and talk, sit down."

Li Mo sat opposite the old man, while Mr. Mian still stood respectfully.

"I heard that there was another attack on the way back?" the old man asked in a light tone.

Mr. Mian replied with regret: "Yes, I wanted to keep them alive, but they carried poison with them. Although I shot them incapacitated, the poison sac in my mouth still killed them."

The old man clapped his hands lightly, and said: "This time the incident happened suddenly, it's lucky that you can get rid of the situation quickly."

"You go out first, I'll have a chat with Li Mo alone."

Mr. Mian stepped back and left the room.

The old man looked at Li Mo with a smile and said, "They didn't explain everything that happened today to you, did they?"

Li Mo nodded. To be honest, he has been in a state of confusion now. Seeing that he could come out of the police station soon, he was brought here.

Seeing the confusion on his face, the old man shook his head and said, "Mianzi just pays too much attention to the result. My order is for him to bring you back safely. He should also explain it to you on the way."

Mianzi, that scarred face in his forties was actually called "Mianzi" by the old man, Li Mo thought it was a bit funny.

"Now it seems that I, an old man, have to spend a lot of time talking."

"First of all, our place is not the thirteenth department." The old man said straight to the point.

"Not the thirteenth subject?" Li Mo asked in surprise. In the police station, Mr. Mian brought him out as the Thirteenth Division. On the way, Mr. Mian kept emphasizing that they were going to the Thirteenth Division. Even when they arrived, Mr. Mian swore that this was the Thirteenth Division. Now the old man in front of him suddenly said that this is not the thirteenth department, which made it difficult for Li Mo to accept.

The old man said slowly: "The Thirteenth Division is just our cooperative unit. This time I asked Mianzi to use the identity of the Thirteenth Division to avoid attracting attention."

"We are the Talent Defense Agency."

Li Mo asked suspiciously: "Talent Protection Bureau? Is there such a unit?" He has lived in Huaguo for 18 years, and he has never heard of this unit with this title.

Seeing his reaction, the old man smiled proudly, and then said: "We are a unit set up by the country to protect high-tech talents, and it has existed since the war."

"Now is a new era, of course we have also been given new tasks." The old man stood up, took out a manual and handed it to Li Mo.

Li Mo stood up and took it. The booklet was not a book published by the public, but was collected and bound by an individual. He turned to the first page, which read:

1. Time: January 2010; Person: Masude. Ali, professor of DHL University; Place: DHL; Method: motorcycle bomb; Guess the culprit: M country.

2. Time: November 2020; Person: Shariali; Place: Beheshti; Method: Bomb; Guess the culprit: Country M.

3. Time January 2012; Person: Roshan; Place: DHL; Method: Car bomb; Guess the culprit: Country M.

4. Time August 2018; Person: Dr. Aziz Isbo; Place: Hamas; Method: Car bomb; Guess the culprit: YSL;

The booklet densely records the assassinated scientists in the world, Li Mo flipped through the booklet which is only a few pages long. If the data recorded in the booklet is true, it is estimated that hundreds of scientists died as a result of assassination.

The old man said with a serious expression: "The records here are only some well-known scientists. There are countless growing young geniuses who have fallen silently but are unknown to the world."