New Order Joint Conference Headquarters Building.
top layer.
A fully enclosed secret meeting room.
"Li Liang, as the acting director of the Order Bureau, I appoint you as the chief agent of .RD to investigate illegal and criminal activities related to psychics, and authorize you to act independently without reporting to .RD Director Li Yiyuan. From now on , three enhanced semi-android assault brigades affiliated to the Central Beijing Order Bureau, the 432 agents are directly commanded by you and House, and I, Wang Shan, will be responsible for all consequences."
Wang Shan's tone was solemn, and House beside him looked surprised, then quickly regained his composure.
"The next thing is, you and House are connected." Wang Shan took off the headphones and handed them to House along with the bracelet.
House put on his headphones, lowered his eyes and said: "What do you need me to do... um... ok... dungeon? How many people?... ok, when?... ok, got it... ok, see you tomorrow, take care .”
After hanging up the phone, House rubbed his bracelet and remained silent. The scar on the left side of his face was twisted and hideous, but the expression on his right side was very indifferent.
"What did he say?" Wang Shan sat on the sofa opposite, holding a cup of tea and blowing on the tea foam.
"We are expected to arrive at Zhongjing at midnight tonight and enter through the west gate of Tianmu. We need to support him and, if necessary, interfere with the actions of Zhuo Si and Li Chengshu. If everything goes well, he and I will meet at the West Transportation Transfer Station to arrange the next actions. In addition, order The Bureau dungeon holds several people called 'consultants'. If he cannot be rescued directly, he must at least be provided with a complete structural diagram of the dungeon and the entry and exit routes."
"Consultant?" Wang Shan took a sip of tea, "Do you understand?"
"I don't know," House shook his head, "Maybe Li Zhenguan imprisoned him secretly."
"You are responsible for the response. Arrange in advance for our agents to approach the West Gate in the name of traffic control to observe the situation... Well... the West Gate Tunnel is the easiest place to attack. We will secretly transfer two commandos there to assist you with the dungeon matter. I’ll do it myself.”
House nodded.
"Huh~" Wang Shan blew the tea leaves, took a sip of tea, and suddenly smiled, "When I first joined the Bureau of Order, I was not as smart as you. On the contrary, I was very much like Dro. For a long time, the money that the gang gave me I didn't even dare to spend it, but later I gradually learned a lot of rules by following Li Zhenguan. He is my friend and my teacher, but do you know what is the difference between me and him?"
House said softly: "You are a good agent."
"Haha," Wang Shan waved his hand, "I have done a lot of dirty work, killing people. The brothers have worked hard to deal with the gangs and clean up this mess for Xi'an. They deserve some black money. However, Li Zhenguan and I have the biggest problem. The difference is that I have a bottom line, and I can see this bottom line in you and DeRo."
The deputy director of the Order Bureau slowly put down his tea cup: "Xiacheng District is a place for people from Xiacheng District. It is just a shack where untouchables live. The big shots can point their fingers at us, but they cannot destroy this shabby shack like ours."
House took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Director."
"Hoho," Wang Shan stood up and patted House on the shoulder, "The most important thing I learned from Li Zhenguan is that if you want to become a big shot, you must stand on the right team. In the end, he chose the wrong one. I hope you can stand on the right side."
House was stunned for a moment, watched Wang Shan walk to the door, and suddenly asked: "What about you?"
"Me?" Wang Shan put his hand on the door handle and did not look back, "Hos, Xiacheng District is going to change. You and I are in it. It's hard to say how it will end in the future. If one day, the facts prove that you are on the right side. Now, remember what I said today, no matter what time, you must have a bottom line."
Click.
The door to the conference room closed, and House shook his neck with a cold expression.
outside the door.
Wang Shan walked forward expressionlessly along the corridor. After a while, he came to another conference room and knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in." A gentle voice came from the door.
The moment he opened the door, Wang Shan's expression became respectful, and with a hint of caution, he quickly walked to the conference table, bent down and said, "President."
The top executive of Xiacheng District and the chairman of the New Order Joint Conference, Li Ru, has a mysterious identity and is rarely seen. She is a woman in her late fifties, wearing a tailored gray suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She has fair skin and a good figure. Slightly fat, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes show that his expression always carries a faint smile.
"Sit." Li Ru didn't look up, looking down at a paper notebook.
"Thank you," Wang Shan did not dare to sit at the conference table. He only sat down on a chair against the wall, half of his butt hanging in the air.
Li Ru wrote a few lines in his notebook before raising his head: "How is it?"
"It has been arranged," Wang Shan stood up quickly, "As you ordered, only the personnel of the Zhongjing Order Bureau were mobilized, and full power was given to Li Liang and House."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work," Li Ru smiled, "You don't need to report to me about your next actions, just go and do your work."
"Okay." Wang Shan took a few steps back before turning around, pushing the door out and closing it gently.
Li Ru put down his pen, closed his notebook, straightened his shirt collar, put his hands on the conference table, and waited quietly.
A few minutes later.
Three chairs around the conference table suddenly lit up.
The first one on the left hand lights up with a red and white spindle-shaped logo, spinning slowly.
The chair next to it lit up with a line of artistic words: Activision.
A standing person appears in the first chair on the right, half of his body is human and half is a bionic structure, and then he holds a rotating letter "P" in his hands.
Li Ru sat up straight with a calm expression.
moment.
The three icons disappeared, and three figures appeared on the chair, quickly becoming clear from blur.
In the first chair is a man of Nordic origin wearing a golden suit. He is fat and wears thick glasses with a relaxed expression.
The second chair is a blond Chinese woman wearing a deep V dress. She has exquisite makeup and a perfect figure. Her back is straight, her right elbow rests on the table, her slender right hand supports her chin, her face is slightly raised, and she looks arrogant.
An old man with an afro appeared on the chair on his right. He was wearing a sky-blue lab coat and was obviously of Australian descent. As soon as it became clear, he scratched his head and said, "We're all here, Li Ru. What's going on now?"
"I have introduced to you the respective tendencies of Zhuos Yingling, the Marginal Business Department, and Li Liang," Li Ru said with a smile, "Currently, Zhuos Yingling has sent his personal guards, and Li Chengshu has also sent people to Zhenjie Fort. , I suspect that both sides have arranged manpower at Zhenjie Fort, and it’s hard to say who will receive the guests in the end.”
"Hoho," SoftBank's fat man sneered, "the idiot living on the moon... is really disappointing, progress is too slow."
"Ah, where is Li Liang? Where is Li Liang now?" the old man with the afro asked.
"He is about to return to Zhongjing. I have sent Wang Shan to take over the Order Bureau to assist him."
"Oh," the old man frowned, glanced at the other two representatives, and said no more.
"Okay," the woman from ATV said lazily, "any movie must leave room for the actors to fully develop. The producers should not dictate. Everyone, let us wait and see."
The images gradually disappeared.
Only Li Ru was left in the conference room, lowering his head and writing something on his notebook.
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Xin'ao City.
Putnam Laboratory New Australia Branch, Dr. Sisson's office.
The old man with an afro stood up from the small table by the wall, looked at the office in front of him, and said to himself: "Xisen, you don't know how much hope the family has placed on you. The heroic spirit said that only the purest scholars can Only then can we lead the family to the right path, because no matter what, we believe in science."
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Rocky Mount City.
Activision downtown headquarters.
The top floor of the building.
In an extremely spacious pink room decorated with flowers, gold, and bird feathers, a woman in a deep V dress sat on a soft cashmere-covered lounge chair, holding her cheek with one hand and closing her eyes to meditate.
Four women knelt at her feet, applying a biofilm to protect her skin.
For a moment, she closed her eyes and said: "Li Chengshu and the Fourth Princess Zhuosi can meet any requirements for public opinion control, but tell them that it is impossible to reduce the scale of the event."
The secretary standing nearby said softly: "Whose side are we on?"
"Of course we are on the winning side," the woman still closed her eyes and smiled, "Tell Andy, that loser, that if she can't make Li Liang fall in love with her, she won't have to come back and go directly to the dirtiest brothel in Xiacheng District to pick up customers. "
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Mexico City.
SoftBank Head Office.
The fat man closed the video, picked up the wine glass and said, "For SoftBank!"
"SoftSilver!" A group of people cheered, each with a wide waist and a fat body.
On the round table in front of them, delicacies were piled high, empty wine bottles were overturned, and wine was flowing freely.
"We placed an incubator in the darkness of the abyss," Fatty grinned. "Now, those bugs have finally grown fangs. Unfortunately, the bugs are not in the hands of fools, but it doesn't matter. The ending cannot be changed. Let us raise our glasses again to the great destruction and the end of the world!"
"end!"
Boom boom.
Everyone banged their forks and knife handles on the table.
"end!"
Boom boom.
The fat man raised his wine glass high and said with a smile: "That sweet death."
