The Ninth Secret Bureau

Outside the Chengnan Housing Area.

The temporary tent set up by the Ningchuan branch was filled with smoke, and all the leaders and guides of the branch were present, and discussions were being carried out around a map of the housing area.

"How long has the contact been broken?" Huo Fatty smoked, his brows furrowed made him look constipated, and his words were dull. "The contact person hasn't repaired the signal yet?"

"It's not a signal problem." Zhao Song seemed to be a little cold, wearing a heavy coat, rubbing his nose constantly, his eyes were full of red blood from staying up late, "The room area directly uses us. The signals of the are blocked. We still have no way to contact them. If we wait... see if we can help from the headquarters. We will build a temporary signal platform again and adjust the signal band. Not allowed."

Song Jueming sat away from the crowd on a chair in the corner, his unshaven face looked more and more decadent, and his feet were full of leftover cigarette butts. When he talked to Fatty Huo and the others, his voice was hoarse and a little embarrassed.

"I have contacted the seniors at the headquarters before, and they have never encountered such a situation. They can't give us any advice." Song Jueming said, lighting up a cigarette stiffly, and then picked up the Red Bull beside him to drink. He took a refreshing sip, "The headquarters has also begun to reassess the level of this case. I guess...Ning Chuan will have the first special case."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions were a little ugly, especially Huo Fatty. As the director of the Ningchuan City Branch, he naturally knew what the emergence of special cases meant for Ning Chuan.

If this case is not effectively controlled, Ningchuan will usher in a disaster that no one wants to see. In order to avoid this situation, the headquarters will definitely adopt special measures at the last moment, even if this method will The vicinity of the incident caused a certain impact, and I can only do this...just like the No. 9 case that occurred in the Bayingoleng area a year ago, the headquarters is trying every means to eliminate the threat of the different case. Later, in the end, the only option was to cover bombing, and launched a special 293 cloud bomb code-named "Zhong Kui" in the central area of ​​the target area.

Fatty Huo knows very well that the explosive equivalent of heavy thermal weapons is linked to the scope of influence of the different case. If this case cannot be resolved by humans at the end, then thermal force can only be used, and the city’s southern housing area will be used as the center of the bombing. If coverage bombing still doesn't work, then...

"Damn it, we saw such a troublesome case-solving when we were just on duty, God is going to play with us..." Fatty Huo scolded with furrowed brows, a trace of helplessness in his gloomy expression. If we can't solve this case, the leaders at the headquarters will have to hang us up and fight."

"No." Zhao Song took a cup of hot tea and took a sip. "At least the leader of our logistics department will not blame me. Some cases cannot be solved casually by humans. We blame us for a fart. ."

At this time, Tu Sen, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"They have been in for fifteen minutes, and now there is no news...it shouldn't happen, right?"

Hearing Tu Sen's words, everyone glanced at him in unison.

"What's the matter?" Tu Sen frowned, expressing dissatisfaction with the gaze of everyone, "I have flowers on my face? What are you staring at me for?"

"No." Song Jueming's hoarse laughter was a bit unpleasant, "It's just a little uncomfortable."

"Not used?" Tu Sen was taken aback.

Zhao Song put down the tea cup and explained to Song Jueming: "It feels like you are usually like an iron bump. When you are handling a case, you haven't seen anyone in other departments that you care about. Is this the first time?"

"Fuck off!" Tu Sen cursed badly, "I and them are not class enemies. Is it wrong to care about them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tu Sen glanced at Fatty Huo again. He knew that only Fatty Huo knew Chen Xian best among the group of people. For that young man who became the chief of the detection department...Tu Sen A little distrustful, even if Chen Xian's first impression on him was good, Tu Sen still didn't believe him deep in his heart. After all, the idea of ​​being hairless and insecure was deeply ingrained, and Tu Sen couldn't avoid it.

"Do you think he can come back?" Tu Sen asked with some worry, "If it doesn't work, I will bring someone in to meet him, lest this kid gets planted in it and we have to collect his body."

Fatty Huo snorted, and stared at Tu Sen very angry: "When can you be a dog?!"

"You scold someone!" Tu Sen glared, "I will report you when I turn around!"

"What am I..."

Fatty Huo was mad with anger: "I'm your leader and guide! What's wrong with scolding you?"

"Leaders and guides also have to talk about people. Quan, you can't just insult people..." Tu Sen smacked his lips, then looked at Song Jueming who was hiding in the corner laughing, his lips turned upside down. , "Laugh at me again and beat you up, believe it or not?"

Song Jueming: "???"

"Don't talk about it, Xiao Chen and the others will definitely be able to come back. Don't worry about it." Fatty Huo pulled the ashtray from the tin box and shook the ashes inside. "If he is not sure, he must be alone. Go in, you will never bring Xiao Lu with you."

"I've seen his files." Tu Sen said calmly, chatting with Huo Fatty in a rare voice, "He has not dealt with special cases. You should know the difference between high-level cases and special cases. , The degree of danger is one in the sky and the other underground, are you sure he can handle it?"

"If you can't figure it out, come back." Fatty Huo shrugged and slowly looked away. He spoke in a smashing tone, "If it doesn't work, we will apply for support from the headquarters. When the time comes, let someone take this piece of paper. The housing area is flattened. As the saying goes, the world’s nuclear peace is peaceful and good... Hey Old Tu, what do you think of me like this? Your eyes are a little unfriendly!"

"Can't it be decided like this at the beginning?" Tu Sen said cursingly, "have to let the man surnamed Chen bring the **** surnamed Lu in to die?"

Fatty Huo hadn't spoken yet, but Zhao Song had already given him an answer.

"You have to give him a chance, how can you know the result if you don't try it?" Zhao Song looked at the map of the room on the table, and said to Tu Sen without looking up, "And I am also a little curious...I I want to know if Xiao Chen can do this...If it is done to our branch, it will even show up in the country."

"Face is important and life is important?" Tu Sen asked rhetorically.

"Xiao Chen is not a child, he has grown up, and has been a senior temporary worker for several years. The trouble he has encountered is no less than you think. You should trust him." Zhao Song smiled, not so much. Nervous, it seems that he has full confidence in Chen Xian, "Even if he can't figure it out, he must have a way to withdraw, besides...In the detection department of Huo Fatty, Xiao Chen is a real myth."

Hearing what Zhao Song said, those present couldn’t help nodding their heads secretly. The code name "Wanderer" is not generally loud in the Secret Bureau. Although his status is only a senior temporary worker, most people see it inside. Here, he is no worse than those special staff.

Although the special-level employees of the Secret Bureau are powerful, they have been stumbled after they have travelled too much. They have had some failures for so many years in the industry, and they have also been overwhelmed by certain tasks. But what about Chen Xian?

He has never failed.

"For a senior employee who is victorious in all battles, it is only a matter of time before he is promoted to a special employee." Zhao Song said, thinking about a longer term than many of you here, and almost thought of going with Huo Fatty. "This case is Opportunity is also a challenge. It depends on whether he has the ability to grasp this opportunity and become famous."

Song Jueming smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, a faint look of anticipation flashed across his decadent face, and the heavy gloomy expression before it was a bit less.

"If he can handle this case... can help those comrades in our department get revenge... I must thank him..." Song Jueming murmured, " But I'm afraid this case is a bit difficult."

With that, Song Jueming glanced at Fatty Huo and asked curiously.

"Chairman, you fart. There are long nails under the stock? What are you twisting about?"

"Fuck! Something seems to have happened!"

When Fatty Huo said this, he couldn't help standing up, his bull-eyes were very wide, and his bloated face was full of panic. He was looking for something in a hurry.

"Something went wrong?" Tu Sen hurriedly got up and asked nervously, "What are you looking for?"

"Have you seen Xiao Chen's object? Just the girl who looked silly! She was sitting there watching cartoons with my phone just now..." Fatty Huo asked sweating profusely. , "Where did you see her go??"

Zhao Song turned his face and looked at the corner of the tent, with a very confused expression: "I saw her sitting here just now. Did she go out?"

"Go out." Song Jueming said nonchalantly, as if he couldn't understand why Fatty Huo was so nervous, he scratched his stubble chin, "The smoke here is so big, it's normal for her to go out and let the air out?"

"Normal fart!" Fatty Huo cursed angrily, "The little girl has a bad brain, I'm afraid she will sneak up to find Chen Xian...Don't sit fucking, hurry up. Go out and help find it!"

"Didn't you see her going out?" Zhao Song looked at Song Jueming and asked, "Did she tell you anything before going out?"

Song Jueming frowned, with a reminiscence on his face, and said as he recalled: "She didn't say anything before going out, but just took away the dozen or so bags of snacks in Director Huo's bag."

Huo Fatty: "........"

"Oh, by the way, she didn't take the snacks you opened. They were all unopened. They didn't even leave you the compressed biscuits sent by the department. Shunde, it's called a clean one."

Huo Fatty: "......"

Song Jueming blinked his eyes: "Anything else to ask?"

Fatty Huo shook his head and said he had nothing to ask, then turned around and patted Tu Sen on the shoulder.

"You beat him, I won't stop you."