The Ninth Secret Bureau

Under this inverted "black pot", everyone expressed great kindness to Chen Xian and not thanked you. It's so reliable!

"Chief Chen, I'm really fortunate..." Wei Chenggong, the man who can be called the richest man in Ningchuan, couldn't help holding Chen Xian's hand tightly at this moment, shaking excitedly. "Let you help us solve the case for the Wei family! It's really fortunate for Sansheng!"

"You're welcome, you should." Chen Xian took out his hand calmly, as if he wasn't used to other people shaking hands like this.

At this time, Xu Yanan also spoke suddenly, and the expression in Chen Xian's eyes became a little grateful.

"Thanks." Xu Yanan said.

Chen Xian wanted to ridicule her, but when she saw her desolate look, Chen Xian could only sigh: "As long as you Xu family don't trouble me again in the future."

Hearing this, Xu Yanan gave Chen Xian a deep look.

"Don't worry, the Xu family won't trouble you again in the future."

"That's fine." Chen Xian rarely showed a relaxed smile. After all, he is a person who doesn't like trouble. Although he is not afraid of the Xu family, from a certain angle...he doesn't want to talk to Xu at all. Family match, because the Xu family is a behemoth in the alien world after all, even if they can't hurt themselves, they are bound to cause countless troubles to themselves.

If nothing happens, I will come to Ningchuan to stop you at intervals. Even if you can't kill you, you will be disgusting. Who can stand this for a long time?

"Boss, what are we going to do now?" Lu Yisheng got up from the ground three times, and ran to Chen Xian a few steps, with a dogish look, "Where do you mean, where do we fight! Everything is under your command!"

"What can I do..." Chen Xian sighed and said after thinking about it, "We'll just go out like this. I probably know the way down the mountain. You can just keep up with the rhythm of my walking. It doesn’t need to be too fast or too slow."

"clear!"

...............

When Chen Xian and others slowly descended the mountain with their pot helmets on, the Wei's villa area was completely sealed off by the staff of the Ningchuan branch. People from the Investigation Section can be seen everywhere from the mountain to the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Huo Fatty was tantrum with several other section chiefs in the car.

"I'm so convinced! Is there such an evil place in Ningchuan! This is God's joking with us, right?"

Fatty Huo smokes, the more he gets angry, the several section chiefs around him also look helpless. Although they don't want to listen to Fatty Huo's nagging, they are helpless...Who made him the chief? I don’t want to listen anymore, I have to bear it! After all, this fat man likes to play officialdom the most.

"Song Jueming, didn't your investigation department say that the difficulty of this case is not high? Isn't it an ordinary abnormal life committing the crime? Look at this!" Huo Fatty pointed to the black mist covering the top of Lingxi Mountain with a gloomy expression. The water is almost dripping out, and it is called an angry person when talking, "This is such a big picture, how are we going to explain it to the public!"

"I can't blame me for the big picture. Besides, the rating of our Investigation Division has always been used as a reference. Isn't the specific rating determined by the Detection Division?" Song Jueming muttered.

"Hey, I can't agree with this..." Zhao Song of the Logistics Department suddenly made a long voice, put on a posture of a dead fellow, immortal and poor, and said calmly, "You guys The Investigation Division is our pioneer in detecting cases. How can you just fool around with such things as grading? Even if your superiors don’t set standards for you, you should be strict..."

"Fuck you off." Song Jueming cursed badly, "Your logistics department is not a fun thing. Everyone knows to push the responsibility to our investigation department. What role did your logistics department play in this case? Huo? Did you come in time to evacuate the onlookers? Hundreds of **** witnesses...If I were Huo Ju, I would be the first to beat you!"

"Don't be nonsense." Zhao Song glanced at Fatty Huo with a guilty conscience. Seeing that Fatty Fatty was staring at him with a bad expression, he hurriedly defended, "We don't know that this case is so dynamic, let's talk about it. , Our logistics department has been evacuating the onlookers, and we have also greeted the media. What are you afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of?" Huo Fatty cursed with gritted teeth, "Although this case has no chance to be made public in society, and ordinary people can't know it, but what about those strangers?"

Zhao Song was taken aback, but didn't react.

"You take a look, it's all on the headlines of the foreign forum!" Huo Fatty directly threw the phone into Zhao Song's hand as he said, motioning him to read the content on the screen.

Zhao Song picked it up with a guilty conscience, and saw that what was displayed on the screen was the Domestic Alien Forum.

On the front page of the forum, a bold and red headline immediately attracted Zhao Song's attention.

"The richest man in Ningchuan suffers, and the black mist of Lingxi Mountain may soar into the sky, and there is a fear of great evil. Hundreds of witnesses suspected of causing panic. Is the Ningchuan branch inaction? 》

"I'm **** shit!" Zhao Song, a person who doesn't like swearing, couldn't help but scolded at this moment, pointing to the red headline on the phone and said, "Isn't this **** hacking us!"

"You don't know, the **** of the forum is always crooked." Song Jueming sighed.

"When did those alien paparazzi come?" Tu Sen leaned close to Zhao Song and watched the news on his mobile phone, his frowning eyebrows were full of murderous intent. "Are they still in Lingxi Mountain? I will take them now? People go and kill them!"

"No, we want democracy. This is the rule set by the director for us." Song Jueming sighed.

"democracy?"

Huo Fatty spit out, and then found that the sputum was spit on the car window glass, the picture is so familiar...

"Minsters! I think they just owe them to clean up!"

Just as Fatty Huo finished scolding this sentence, someone suddenly knocked on the car window glass.

"Director, someone wants to see you."

"Who's the fuck?" Fatty Huo scolded very badly.

"Reporter from the Foreign Forum." The man who spoke was a little embarrassed, because he saw his immediate boss wiping the sputum on the car window glass more embarrassingly, "There are a lot of people with long guns and short guns, it seems that they are here to interview. of."

"Boom away, boom away," Tu Sen said impatiently, "I was angry at the report they made. Don't let me see those grandsons, or they have to be killed!"

"Don't!" Song Jueming rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and said hurriedly, "This is a good opportunity for us to prove ourselves!"

"Self-certification?" Tu Sen frowned.

"Huo Ju, after a while, you put on the shelf and talked to those grandsons in an official way, and then you can tell them about the results of our processing, saying that it will definitely not cause panic or something... .." Song Jueming said with a smile, "It's really impossible. I'll find someone to pick up some cash, and first stop the mouths of these turtle grandsons."

"Give them the face!" Huo Fatty sneered. He took out his portable pistol from the drawer in front of the car seat, inserted it behind his waist, opened the door and jumped out of the car, "I think their head is hard or my bullet is hard!"

Seeing Fatty Huo go down aggressively, Song Jueming glanced at Zhao Song and followed him without hesitation.

This thing really can't be messed up, if Fatty Huo makes the matter bigger in a hurry... God knows how much trouble it will cause Ningchuan branch!

Now is the eventful season, and the Secret Bureau is already a little weak in dealing with certain crises. If it is dealt with by the grandson of the foreign forum...

"Who is looking for me?"

Fatty Huo stopped when he walked to the side of the road and looked around. He saw dozens of face-to-face people standing around, most of whom were carrying photographic equipment with spears and short shots.

"Are you Director Huo?" A man who wears gold glasses like Fatty Huo stepped forward and greeted Fatty Huo officially, "I am Sun Zhihai from the news group of the Yiren Forum. This is me. Documents."

"Are you coming to see me for something?" Fatty Huo glanced over, then handed back the certificate.

"We want to interview you for this unusual case..."

"No comment." Huo Fatty interrupted Sun Zhihai impatiently, waved his hand and said, "After the case is completed, we will provide you with a piece of news material, and it will not be too late to come back for an interview."

"Director Huo, we have the right to interview this different case." Sun Zhihai said without humbleness, "We did not get a confidential notice from your Secret Bureau headquarters, so this case can be interviewed. I hope you can cooperate with us. "

"What am I..."

Fatty Huo's swear words came to his lips, but he was dragged by Song Jueming beside him and swallowed abruptly. As soon as Fatty Huo changed his words, the swear words behind him also turned into a very friendly and upward language. .

"I really want to tell you if you are thin, go back and eat more good supplements, this kind of body is not conducive to work, don't be tired!" Huo Fatty's smile was extremely enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Song Jueming could see It's almost a bit lustful. "You look thin, like a grass."

Zhao Song was at a loss when he heard it next to him.

Fatty Huo changed sex? Why did you suddenly start to care about Sun Zhihai's body? Could it be that this is polite?

But it's not right... Why do I think there is something in his words?

"Old Song, what's wrong with him?" Zhao Song secretly grabbed Song Jueming, and asked with confusion on his face.

"Swearing." Song Jueming replied calmly while suppressing his voice.

Zhao Song was taken aback: "Swearing? There are no dirty words in these words!"

"He said he was like a grass, isn't it dirty enough?" Song Jueming gave Zhao Song a strange look.

Zhao Song was even more confused: "What the **** do you mean?"

"You're really stupid." Song Jueming couldn't help but cursed, then sneaked into Zhao Song's ear and whispered, "Fatty Huo scolded him for not having a mother."

Zhao Song: "???"

Song Jueming looked at Zhao Song with a hatred of iron and steel, wondering how he could be so stupid.

"A child with a mother is like a treasure, a child without a mother is like a grass!"