The Ninth Secret Bureau

The headquarters building of Yiren Forum is located in the Linghai Science and Technology Park on the outskirts of Shanghai. Unlike ordinary network technology companies, the Forum Headquarters did not buy one or two buildings. They bought the entire 30-hectare science and technology park. It is possible to buy such a piece of land in a place like the Shanghai stock market with an inch of land and an inch of gold...

"It's so rich."

Di Xiao couldn't help but sigh. Although this is not his first time here, he still can't help but marvel each time he comes here. Don't look at the number of users on the Yiren forum, but there are only hundreds of thousands of users, but they do have a lot of ways to make money. In addition to accepting various advertisements related to foreigners, the forum also contracted most of the domestic abnormal cases.

In fact, the foreign cases handled by the Secret Service account for only a small number of foreign cases in China. If the number of different cases is 100%, then the Secret Service may only be responsible for handling 30% of them. It is transferred to foreigners everywhere, and the forum will appear as an intermediary in these different cases. No matter how much the foreigner paid by the party concerned, the forum will draw a commission of 20% to 30%.

In other words, if no one is paid for the different cases that occur, such as the Chengnan case, then the Foreign People Forum will never come forward to intervene. They will directly forward the case to the Secret Bureau and throw it to those model workers in the Secret Bureau for processing. Simple In other words, they won't take care of cases that are not good. After all, the forum is a large commercial company, and everything is profitable.

In addition to intermediary transactions in different cases, they will also advertise on the website various commercial organizations related to the aliens, and arrange jobs for the aliens seeking employment, and then collect commissions from the workers.

From the point of arranging work, the foreigners forum has won the favor of most foreigners. After all, this is a very real world. Even foreigners have to worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt, and no one dares to rely on their own ability in society. Do whatever they want, after all, there are secret knives hanging above their heads, and all the strangers who dare to do anything are dead.

The main company of the foreigners forum is more business-minded than ordinary foreigners. After they make the first pot of gold, the money is like a snowball. They continue to carry out external business through the company’s principal. And get involved in the fields of medical and network technology, and even some commercial branches have contacted ordinary people, just wearing the cloak of other companies.

At this moment, there was a burst of intensive gunshots from the newsgroup building, but because the sound source was too high, it was not so clear when the gunshots came down.

When Di Xiao looked up, he saw that the window of the newsgroup conference room was knocked open by a figure.

The man took the initiative to break through the window and jumped down. It seemed that he was escaping something because of fear. Seeing his anxious look when he broke the glass, it seemed to him that jumping from a building was better than staying in a house.

Di Xiao squinted and found that the person who jumped off the building seemed to be holding a cone-shaped object in his hand.

At this time, Di Xiao's earphones also heard the voice of his subordinates.

"Boss, Zhao Kang took the lead in the resistance. The scene has been suppressed by us." The subordinate said, his tone was a little nervous, as if he was afraid of Di Xiao's anger because of poor work, "The others have been shot on the spot, only Zhao Kang jumped down. ...Are you downstairs? Can you see him?"

Di Xiao looked at the figure that kept falling down and hummed softly and said that he could see it.

"They are all foreigners, but only Zhao Kang is stronger, and ran away in time to avoid the bullet."

"Don't worry about this, I'll take care of him."

At the same time, Zhao Kang, who kept falling downstairs, was already anxious. He didn't think about anything now, he just wanted to use all methods to survive. At this moment, he already wants to understand. This time, the news group is unlucky. After touching the Secret Bureau's mold, the boss of the immediate boss forum, to calm the Secret Bureau's anger, directly sold everyone in their news group.

People who sell a group of newsgroups can gain temporary stability and calm the anger of keeping secret...

Why not do this?

If Zhao Kang is the boss of the forum company, he will definitely make the same decision. If the newsgroup is gone, it will be gone. The big deal is to recruit ordinary people if they can’t be recruited in the foreign circle, and they are engaged in journalism in China. With so many people, are you afraid of not being able to find someone if you have money?

"I can't die... can't die..."

When he fell downstairs, Zhao Kang slammed into the wall with the magic pestle in his hand, and the speed of the downward descent slowed down a lot. The magic pestle continued to tear the wall and produced huge friction, but Zhao Kang's physical fitness was obviously unable to withstand this kind of force. The muscles of his arms were almost twisted and convulsed. The intense pain made him feel the urge to faint at any time.

But it is undeniable that his desire to survive is very strong. Even though the pain in his arms is unbearable, he still drags the Jiang Mo pestle in his hand and keeps sliding downstairs.

During the landing, Zhao Kang found that there was no one in the science and technology park. It seemed that the area had been cleared a long time ago, and even the security guards who lined up to patrol in the past could not be seen... But this is also good, at least better than he thought. The middle one is better, he thought there was a group of armed forces soldiers downstairs aiming at him with guns.

Of course, he soon discovered that he was thinking too well.

Because when he descended to a height of about ten stories, he gradually saw an acquaintance standing in the shadow of the corner of the building.

It was none other than Di Xiao who was aiming at Zhao Kang with a black light pistol.

Zhao Kang didn't care if Di Xiao could hear what he said, he tremblingly said a word.

"do not."

The gunfire rang.

After three gunshots, there were three more blood holes on Zhao Kang's forehead, and the hands holding Jiang Mozhu weakly loosened, like trash falling from a high altitude, with the whistling wind. He fell heavily in front of the hall door.

Maybe this is a signal.

After Zhao Kang landed, the members of the armed forces department upstairs also began to act in accordance with the order, constantly throwing corpses out of the gap in the conference room window.

A series of dull sounds represented the end of this mission.

"Director, it's over." Di Xiao dialed the phone in time and immediately reported to his superiors. "The newsgroup members were all taken down by us. What do we need to do now? Let's go back to the capital directly?"

"Drive to the Science Park and wait for me." The old man's voice is still so relaxed and casual, the kind of laughter that sounds indescribable, "I'll be down soon."

Down?

Di Xiao was a little dazed, and instinctively looked up, as if looking for something.

"Are you here too?!"

"I'm recounting the old with their boss. I'll talk about other things later. Hang up first."

"Ah...Okay! I see!"

After hanging up the phone, Di Xiao still hadn't recovered, but he didn't think much anymore, took out an object the size of a mobile phone from his pocket, and walked slowly towards the corpses piled up on the ground.

That is the C12 miniature spiritual body cage developed by the Ministry of Scientific Research a few years ago. With the blessing of the internal Taoist talisman, the spiritual body can be imprisoned in it for up to one year, and the vitality of the spiritual body can be guaranteed. It will not weaken itself just because it is not in contact with the negative particles of the outside world.

Di Xiao is not a character who believes in others casually. There is almost no word trust in his dictionary. Therefore, what Zhao Kang and others denied before, Di Xiao did not believe all of them. What he has to do now is to detain the spirits of the dead. After bringing them back to the headquarters, they will use special methods to check whether what they are saying is true or not.

Whether it is true or not, they will definitely be released to reincarnation in the end, because before death is one thing, after death it is another thing, the accounts that should be cleared have also been cleared, there is no need to kill them all.

The building in the deepest part of the science and technology park does not belong to any working group. In the ordinary building, there are only some clerks busy, and most of what they do is financial accounting.

The office of the boss of the forum company is in this building, and on the top floor overlooking the entire science and technology park.

At this time, the boss of the forum company was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, looking from a distance at Di Xiao who was busy collecting souls in the park.

The boss's surname is Song, Luojin. According to rumors, he seems to be from a certain folk tradition. He was once the number one figure in the alien circle decades ago.

"Let them converge long ago...Who can blame this..."

Song Luojin silently watched everything that happened in the park, his face was neither sad nor irritated, as calm as a bottomless pool of water, as if he had already guessed that things would develop to this point, right. What happened today is not unexpected.

Just as he was about to call and send his hands to appease the employees hiding in various office buildings, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

It seems that someone is sitting on the sofa, and seems to have picked up the teacup on the table and drank it by himself.

"Who?!"

Song Luojin turned his head suddenly, but before he could take any further action, he only noticed that there was a long knife on his neck. It seemed to be a special tactical knife made by the secret bureau. The black blade was slender and slightly curved. The bleeding troughs on both sides are also very conspicuous.

"Don't move." The man with the knife stared at Song Luojin expressionlessly, and the tone of his words was frighteningly cold. "I have never liked you very much, so don't let me have the opportunity to cut you with a knife. ."

After Song Luojin saw the face of the knife-bearer, he couldn't help but smile as he raised his hands to express surrender.

"Minister Yan, what brought you here?"

Yan Qing did not answer his question, just turned his head and glanced at the sofa.

Following Yan Qing's gaze, Song Luojin turned his head to look, and his expression instantly froze on his face.

Sitting on the sofa is an old man in a suit and leather shoes who looks like a gentleman. His snow-white hair is also neatly groomed. He wears a dark gold bracelet on his right wrist. There are many densely engraved talisman on it, which seem to be engraved. After some unrecognizable spell words, the body of the bracelet faintly shone with a faint golden light.

"Zhou Ju..... Director Zhou, why are you here..."

Song Luojin's smile was stiff, and a faint trace of tension flashed in his eyes.

"If you want to come, don't tell me, I'll pick it up myself..."

"There have been too many things recently, and I am so busy that I have no time to see you."

The old man put the teacup on the coffee table with the same smile on his face, but the kind expression made Song Luojin shudder.

"Xiao Song, I know that you are theirs, so this time I came here specifically to talk to you about the old...I think you shouldn't mind, right?"