Hu Xian and Lao Wan were both looking at Chen Chuan's figure absentmindedly. The scene in the hall at this moment was not what they expected when they came. The dazzling sunlight fell on the blood on the ground and the flickering light of the knife. on, making people feel dazed for a moment.
After all, Hu Xian was a member of the review team. She quickly gathered her attention and looked around for the location of the boxing lion with sharp eyes, but she found it without much effort.
This one is in the most eye-catching place. Compared with the others, it is more complete and has a natural expression. It is the kind that can be put together to pose for a photo.
Her tense expression relaxed and she smiled at her nervousness.
This boxing lion can be regarded as the number one figure, and his team is also very powerful, otherwise it would not be listed as an assessment target.
It's just that the assessment she previously thought was through preliminary investigation, preparation of plans, and finally a fierce fighting conflict, or the execution of the plan could be smoother, but it was definitely not the kind of assessment that she could not figure out even if she scratched her head in advance. , she couldn't help but said: "Is this the end?"
Lao Wan was silent for a while, and then he said yes.
Chen Chuan just felt two people coming in, but he didn't look back. He still stood with a knife in his hand and looked at the stairs above. At this moment, there were footsteps coming from above.
Hu Xian and Lao Wan also discovered it, and together they raised their guns and pointed them there.
The footsteps were very steady, and every step was solid. Soon, a middle-aged man wearing a top hat came down from upstairs.
Hu Xian raised his eyebrows, put down his gun, and said, "Old Feng, are you here?" She said dissatisfiedly, "You didn't even say a word to me that you were here?"
Lao Feng was a little helpless. He didn't see what happened just now. He was still looking for an observation position behind to take pictures. Suddenly he heard the gunshot and rushed over in a hurry. How could he have time to notify? As for him coming down from upstairs, wasn't it to maintain his image?
Seeing that they knew each other, Chen Chuan stroked his fluttering scarf and put down the knife.
At this moment, the sound of a car driving was heard outside. Old Feng looked solemn and said, "It seems that another guest is here. I'll go deal with it."
With that said, he came down the stairs and walked out. When he passed by Chen Chuan, he nodded to him.
Hu Xian came up and said, "That's the rater of our review team and the special correspondent of the bureau. He's responsible for grading your performance." Then he turned to look at him and said, "Brother, okay Ah, it took just such a short time to get rid of the person, it was really neat, Sister Hu, I was just worried."
Chen Chuan said seriously: "Sister Hu, thank you." Then he said to Lao Wan: "Thank you, Brother Wan." In any case, these two people rushed in to help him without knowing the situation. He had to do this. collar.
"Thank you for what?"
Hu Xian looked around and felt a little relieved, "Brother, you really opened my eyes. No wonder Lao Feng is so tight on you. I have never seen him pay so much attention to any assessment student."
At this time, blue cars drove into the street one after another outside, and in one of them, a handsome man in his thirties, wearing a coat and a mustache, sat in a stretched luxury car.
A man sitting in the passenger seat looked ahead. He had a good look in his eyes. When he saw that all the glass on the building was broken, he turned back and said, "Boss, we are here, but there seems to be something wrong up front."
The handsome man asked: "Let someone go and take a look."
Lao Feng had already walked to the street and stopped in front of the motorcade. The car slowly stopped in front of him, and then groups of people came out. Except for those who were on guard on both sides, the others were pointing guns at each other. Looking at him.
Lao Feng felt that there was a strong wind outside, so he pressed down his hat with his hand, while looking at the luxury car, turning a blind eye to the guns pointed at him.
The handsome man sat in the car and did not move, but a sturdy security guard walked down from above and came to Lao Feng. He looked at him for a few times and raised his chin, "What are you doing?"
Old Feng put his hand into his arms, and the people around him raised their guns and shouted: "Don't move."
Lao Feng looked very calm and said: "Don't be nervous, I am only one person."
The strong security guard was also staring at him. When he saw him slowly taking out a name card from his inner pocket and raising it to signal, the strong security guard looked at it and was shocked. He whispered: "Your Majesty, wait a moment. .”
He immediately ran back to the stretched luxury car and said a few words inside.
After a while, the car door opened, and the handsome man walked out. He pressed his hand down, motioning to the people around him to put down their guns, and walked in front of Old Feng. He glanced at the name card and then looked at Old Feng:
"Dashun National Bureau of Statistics? Mr. Feng?" He looked at the building next to him, thoughtfully, and then showed a very charming smile, "Is there anything Mr. Feng needs our help with?"
Lao Feng took the name card back, put his hands into his upper body pockets, and said, "No need, we will take care of it, but Mr. Lanque may have to make a trip in vain."
The handsome man raised his finger and waved it, saying, "That's nothing. I'm very happy to meet Mr. Feng."
Lao Feng said: "Really, but Mr. Lanque doesn't even want to shake my hand."
The handsome man put his hand to his mouth, coughed dryly, and said, "I won't disturb everyone in the Bureau of Statistics, so I'll take my leave." Nodding in greeting, he turned around and returned to the car.
After a while, the convoy began to retreat and turn around, returning to the road it came from.
In the luxury car, a follower suddenly asked: "Boss, that man is just a clerk of the Bureau of Statistics, why do you need to be so disrespectful?"
"You believe whatever is written on the name card?"
The handsome man glanced at him, and then said casually: "Besides, the Bureau of Statistics is all-pervasive, maybe there are people from the Bureau of Statistics around me? I don't want to have a gun put to my head while sleeping one day. ." He said to the driver in front of him, "Isn't that right?"
Axing said without looking back: "Boss, I don't understand this."
"I don't understand. It's better if you don't understand." The handsome man smiled and said regretfully: "It's a pity that combat spider is the best portable biological weapon in Tayana."
Old Feng waited for the motorcade to leave before turning back toward the building.
At this moment, Chen Chuan had put the Xuejun sword into its sheath and stood with the sword near the window. The fluttering ocher red scarf was still very eye-catching even among the blood on the ground.
Hu Xian was checking the situation around him. Except for a few minions with weak breathing and the unconscious bee girl, most of them were killed with one knife, so cleanly that it made people's scalp numb.
When Chen Chuan saw Lao Feng coming back, he asked, "Commissioner Feng, I heard from Sister Hu that you are the grader for this review. Do you know if I have passed this assessment?"
Old Feng looked at the broken limbs and corpses on the ground, and suddenly felt a little sorry for his comments yesterday.
He said sternly: "The specifics need to be reported to the review team for confirmation. However, in my opinion, Student Chen, you have seriously injured or killed all the assessment targets. You have met the requirements. There should be no problem in passing this assessment. Student Chen, maybe It’s time for me to congratulate you in advance.”
After receiving his confirmation, Chen Chuan felt confident. He glanced into the hall and said, "Then, Mr. Feng, how should we deal with the things left by these people?"
Old Feng smiled and said: "During the assessment period, all trophies can be taken away by the assessment students. Student Chen, don't be sorry. Although our funds are tight, we have always been very tolerant to capable students."
Chen Chuan asked: "Including the fighting spider?"
Old Feng said with great certainty: "Including that fighting spider. You can take away everything you need, and someone will take care of the body."
Chen Chuan nodded. He had recovered the golden ticket from the boxing lion. This thing was not only his own, but also belonged to other students who participated in the operation, so he had to take it back.
As for other things, guns, vehicles, etc., he couldn't handle them. It was impossible to take them away, but he could leave them to Hu Xian.
He walked over and told Hu Xian what he thought.
Hu Xian said: "Brother Chen, I can exchange these other things for you into money. You should take the fighting spider back with you. This thing is too eye-catching for me to do business with."
As for handing it over, I advise you not to think too much about it. The higher-ups don’t like this thing. It will be detained when it goes through the process. It may be given to some bastard for a cheap price, or it may be thrown into the warehouse to eat dust. , you’d better take it with you. "
Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said, "I heard that this thing requires some high-energy nutrients?"
Hu Xian said nonchalantly: "It's okay. If you don't need it at ordinary times, you can put it to sleep. Even if you can only use it once in critical times, you will still make a profit. If you look around here, you should have something like this left."
Chen Chuanchuan: "Okay, I'll leave the rest to Sister Hu. Sister Hu and the team members have worked very hard. We should share some of it this time. Please keep a share from Mr. Feng."
Although Lao Feng said he didn't want anything, he didn't really think so. Besides, it was Lao Feng's choice whether to take it or not, and it was his business to give it or not.
Hu Xian said: "Since you trust Sister Hu so much, I will definitely help you handle it properly. I will remember Lao Feng's share." Then she turned around and said, "Lao Wan, go call someone and get to work. "
She looked around again. Although she was still collecting corpses this time, it was the most refreshing one because the people who died this time were all deserved people.
The matter here was being dealt with. Lao Feng had returned to the hotel alone and entered a hidden room. He closed the door, took out his pen, and immediately began to write the telegram. However, after writing several times, he was still not satisfied. He couldn't express his feelings. Once it was in place, it was half-written, rubbed and thrown aside.
At the end, he thought about it and simply repeated the content, and then added three exclamation points at the end that were rarely used!
After finishing writing, he squatted down, took out a radio station from the cabinet, moved it on the table, then put on his headphones and started transmitting.
As the sound of ticking sounded in the room, the content of this telegram was transmitted by radio waves, passed through relay stations on the vast land, and was sent to the head of the State Bureau of Statistics in a hidden area.
website, and was submitted to the reader’s desk through confidential personnel.
Just half a day later, another telegram was sent from the main station.
Lao Feng stayed in front of the radio station and did not leave. After hearing a series of specific signals from the telegraph machine, he became energetic and recorded the subsequent telegram code.
He quickly took off his headphones and translated the content based on his own memory.
"It has been verified by relevant departments and personnel that Chen Chuan, a student of Yangzhi Wuyi University in Dashun, Republic of China, the assessment process complies with the regulations of the review team. It is confirmed that he has passed the assessment and is approved to be issued a Class B Unlimited Defense Certificate." The signature is: "Dashun National Unlimited Defense Certificate Review Team, Dashun National Statistics Bureau.”
I don't know why, but after receiving this telegram, he, the rater, felt inexplicably excited.
After sitting down and calming down, he casually burned the original telegram, then stood up, came out of the room, and looked at the clock on the wall. It was eleven o'clock in the evening. Although it was already very late, he I felt that I shouldn't wait until tomorrow, but should tell the young man the news immediately.
