The Ninth Secret Bureau

The atmosphere in the conference room of the forum news group has never been so solemn.

Of course, this is inseparable from the dead man on the ground, because no one here can imagine...someone would dare to shoot and kill people here!

Di Xiao sat in the place where Zhang Zhilin was before, waved his hand gently without looking back, standing outside the door and waiting for orders, closed the door of the meeting room, and left the managers of these news groups in the same room as Di Xiao. inside.

"You...who are you..." Zhao Kang asked nervously, as if he had guessed the answer, and the look in Di Xiao's eyes became frightened, "Are you keeping the secret? People..."

"Yes." Di Xiao nodded.

At this moment, a seemingly shrewd manager next to him suddenly spoke, almost explaining to Di Xiao in a begging tone.

"This time we were negligent... we didn't expect it..."

"boom!!"

Di Xiao fired the shot without raising his head, and then placed the gun on the conference table amidst the rapid breathing of everyone.

To him, killing is as simple as drinking water and eating. Ending a life is not something worthy of seriousness. Therefore, after firing two shots, the expression on his face is still as calm as before, and his face is exposed from beginning to end. The stiff smile and cold eyes were like a poisonous snake, constantly scanning the administrators.

"I don't need your explanation, and I don't want to listen to your explanation, because it's a waste of time..." Di Xiao took out his phone and glanced at it, his tone a little helpless, "I have something to do in a while, hope You can understand me, try to cooperate with my work, this request is not too much, right?"

"No...not too much..." Zhao Kang trembled like sifting, with cold sweat on his forehead, "Which one are you from the Secret Service? Our boss and your Secret Service minister know each other. , If there is a misunderstanding......"

Di Xiao was taken aback for a moment, raised his finger and pointed at his face.

"Your boss knows me?"

"You..... You are..."

"My name is Di, and my name is Di Xiao." Di Xiao smiled, "I haven't seen your boss, but I heard from the director that your boss has agreed...Let me teach you how to be a newsgroup. ."

While speaking, Di Xiao looked away and looked at the hundred-inch giant screen TV on the wall.

There is a live news broadcast hosted by Sun Zhihai. Since there is no user barrage open here, the live broadcast can be seen clearly.

"...But human nature is like this...from ancient times to the present, no one can change..." Di Xiao said while watching TV without looking back, "You are in the world of aliens. The biggest media.... There are many people who want to see you report the truth... but you just don’t do it... .You shouldn’t eat human blood buns and eat so happy..."

Di Xiao is an old man in the secret bureau.

After decades of ups and downs, he has seen too many things, and has also seen many unrealistic reports from the forum news group.

It seems that their hearts are all made of iron.

Reporting cases never pay attention to the number of people sacrificed by the Secret Service, nor do they see all the efforts of the Secret Service staff to protect the people. They only saw the content that the people liked and heard, and then they were added to the news to ensure that every sentence in the news. Words can resonate, as if the secret bureau is their biggest enemy.

The Secret Bureau does everything evil, the Secret Bureau oppresses foreigners, the Secret Bureau is a more cruel capitalist than the capitalists...The reason why there are more and more foreigners resenting the Secret Bureau in the country, these news people can play among them. It's not a small effect.

Of course, there is another very important reason why strangers hate keeping secrets.

rule.

Confucianism uses literature to disrupt law, while knights use martial arts to ban them.

When you find that you are different from ordinary people and can do many things that ordinary people can't do, you will inevitably feel that you are superior to others. On this basis, you are suddenly told to accept the jurisdiction, to abide by the law and not to rely on your temper. In chaos, compared to ordinary people, foreigners will also receive more attention from relevant departments...

Once he did something extraordinary, he was fined and detained, and he was sentenced to jail.

It is no exaggeration to say that foreigners hate them, just as a fined driver hates traffic police.

Di Xiao is a taciturn person. He has seen through all of this many years ago, and he has a foreboding that this day will come sooner or later. This is true at home and abroad, and no country can be exempt from this kind of conflict.

"Rules." Di Xiao slowly lit a cigarette and watched the picture on the TV screen, as if talking to himself, "Rules are the only way for people to stay rational. Foreigners are not beasts, but more important than beasts. It's far more terrifying. If there are no rules and regulations, they will also lose humanity. What is the difference between these abnormal lives."

Listening to Di Xiao's words, the news group managements present were silent.

"If the strangers in this world don't follow the rules, then the world will become very bad..." Di Xiao muttered to himself, keeping his eyes on the quarrel on the TV, "I used to do I had a dream, dreaming that all the strangers in this world were free from the shackles of the rules. There were dead people, ruins, and gunpowder in the dream..."

As soon as the voice fell, Di Xiao suddenly lost his voice.

"What do I tell you so much..." Di Xiao shook his head mockingly. He only felt that he was getting older and couldn't help but speak more. If he was young, he might have done it now. Did the mission go back?

"Minister Di...We will definitely handle this matter...We will definitely give an answer to the Secret Bureau..." Zhao Kang said tremblingly, "We accept everything. ...Don't you..."

Before Zhao Kang could finish speaking, Di Xiao suddenly took out a piece of paper with a drawing from his pocket.

He put this piece of paper on the conference table and lightly nodded on it with his finger.

"Do you know this?"

Hearing what Di Xiao said, everyone hurriedly got up and looked up.

This paper is a very ordinary A4 printing paper, and the patterns on it are also simple black and white. The seven human palms are stacked on top of each other, seeming to describe a certain spirit of ultimate unity.

"I haven't seen it..." Zhao Kang replied cautiously, speaking in a very low voice. He seemed to be afraid of offending Di Xiao because he didn't know the origin of this pattern, so he hurriedly added, "If you want to I know what I can check for you!"

Di Xiao didn't say anything, scanned the faces of everyone, and asked.

"Have you never seen it?"

Hearing this, everyone shook their heads and said they had never seen it before.

During this process, Di Xiao kept observing the facial expressions of these people, as if trying to find the flaws in their faces, but the facts proved that they didn't seem to lie. He really didn't know.

"I don't understand you anymore." Di Xiao shook his head and folded the paper on the table back. "Since you have nothing to do with them, why push us so tightly? It's interesting to be tit-for-tat with our secrets?"

Although Zhao Kang and others did not understand Di Xiao's previous words, they still understood the last sentence.

"No! Absolutely not! We have always followed the policy of keeping secrets in..."

"No need to explain to me."

When Di Xiao said this, he picked up the pistol on the table. Seeing his move, the senior management of the news group present was too nervous, and some of them even got scared to wet their pants.

But what they didn't expect was that Di Xiao did not continue to shoot and kill, but put the gun back into the holster, patted Zhao Kang on the shoulder, and walked out of the silent meeting room.

When Di Xiao closed the door of the conference room, the senior news team slumped in their chairs as if they were reborn. Even the leader Zhao Kang was no exception. He sat in embarrassment and couldn't even speak, his face was full. It's a kind of expression left after the disaster.

"I thought I was dead...that Di Xiao really meant to kill people if they wanted to kill..."

"What does the group leader do now? Let's go to turn off the host or..."

"Definitely go to shut down the host! Does this still need to be asked?! Do you still want Di Xiao to find it?!"

Hearing these noisy voices, Zhao Kang kept trembling, as if he hadn't recovered from the fright before.

Really...really okay? ?

The Secret Bureau let us go? ? ?

"Group leader, are you okay..."

"I'm okay... it's okay..." Zhao Kang swallowed, his expression became extremely anxious, "You guys don't stand here! Hurry up and contact the engineering team to let them turn off the host. Go!!!"

After getting Zhao Kang's order, the man hurriedly nodded and took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the engineering team. At the same time, he noticed the two corpses lying on the ground and hurriedly asked Zhao Kang: "Group leader, what about their corpses? Wait for the Secret Service to deal with it or let us..."

"Call the logistics staff and ask them to come up to collect the bodies, and then let the lawyers contact their family members, when the time comes, they should pay compensation and condolences. Let's just confuse the matter before talking."

"Okay, I will call them over now!"

at the same time.

Di Xiao, who had left in the imagination of the senior news team, was standing outside the door of the conference room, stretching his waist. He first took a few puffs of cigarettes slowly, and then beckoned to the men who were watching in the corridor. He beckoned and motioned for them to come over.

"How many floors are here?" Di Xiao asked suddenly.

The soldier in the Armed Forces closest to him thought for a while and replied, "Thirty-two floors."

"Can you fall to death?" Di Xiao asked again.

The soldier nodded and said, yes.

"Okay, then you go to deal with it, I'll go downstairs and wait for you."

Di Xiao finished his last cigarette, pinched the cigarette butt, raised his hand, and threw it into the nearest trash can.

"Throw it all away, whether it's alive or dead."

"clear."