Night’s Nomenclature Chapter 392: Accident

In District 9, shadow candidate Qing Wen was standing quietly on the covered bridge between two buildings.

The suspended covered bridge is like a steel cable hanging between the two buildings.

Every time Qingwen stood in a place like this, overlooking the most absurd place in a city, he always felt a unique sense of detachment.

This does not belong to him, and he does not belong here.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, 72 agents from the Third Intelligence Division had entered the apartment building on his right, and based on the information provided by Qingwen's subordinate Harrier, they completely sealed off the building.

Gunshots were heard from the building, but Qingwen's expression did not change. He just stood in the clouds and looked at the scenery.

He didn't seem to take this arrest operation seriously. Although the agents were weak, his Harriers were already lurking in the building and could take action at any time.

The strength of those falcons is far beyond that of agents and killers.

Within half an hour, his detectives handcuffed the five killers and walked to the covered bridge to announce the news: "Inspector, we have all been caught, but there are only five in this apartment building. During the fighting in the building , your masters took action in time, and only three of us here were slightly injured..."

Qingwen smiled warmly and said: "Five is pretty good, there is still a long time."

At this time, an agent walked up to Qingwen and whispered: "A friend of mine in the Third Intelligence Division said that Qingyi has not come to work in the Third Intelligence Division until now, and Qingwu has not come to work since we left. It hasn’t been long since I left, but Qingshi is still chasing stars, and I’m glad I picked up money once.”

What is unexpected is that Qingwen not only recruited Qingyi's agents, but also secretly bribed the missing agent under Qingyuan.

However, Qingwen did not take Qingyuan's people with him during the operation. Instead, he left them in the Third Intelligence Department to act as spies, monitoring every move of other shadow candidates.

Qingwen glanced at the detective and said calmly: "Okay, thank you, I understand."

The detective seemed to be deliberately trying to get close: "Qing Yi is still young and has no worries about playing, but if Qing Wu suddenly goes out, will there be any impact?"

Qingwen smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, we just need to catch another killer."

Shadow’s request is to catch 6 or more killers, or to catch Lin Haiping, the commander of this operation.

There are 12 killers.

So, it stands to reason that up to three shadow candidates can get the advantage of the next mission.

Of course Qingwen could catch everyone and cut off the other shadow candidates, but he felt it was not necessary. The time was still long and he could take his time.

Now that he is ahead of the other shadow candidates, there is no need to panic.

Qingwen said with a smile: "I will return to the underground garage of the PCA CIA later, where I have prepared some small gifts for everyone."

The agents were stunned for a moment, and then they all became happy.

They knew that Qingwen was very generous, and this was to reward them for their efforts in this operation.

This gift is worth looking forward to.

When they returned, the agents saw an undercurrent. Everyone wanted to get in Qingwen’s car to get closer to the new boss, but in the end, the three most senior agents got into the car. .

Qingwen didn't care about all this, just waiting silently for the agents to make their own decision.

Back at the underground garage of the Third Intelligence Unit, there were servants waiting for Qingwen.

The management here at the headquarters is not as strict as the Intelligence Department. Qingwen only needs to make a phone call and all his private vehicles can be driven into the garage.

Qingwen’s servants opened two box trucks, and there were 72 gifts in the trunk.

It was baskets of beef, bright red and attractive.

The fresh meat was sealed in a basket with an insurance film, much like the fruit baskets given to patients when visiting patients in the world. The thick slices of meat inside were arranged in a beautiful rose shape.

In the other world, because real beef is extremely scarce, even the BBQ restaurants sell synthetic beef with a similar taste, which is just a higher-grade synthetic protein.

So, the most precious gift in this world is fresh meat.

First of all, you can only see real fresh meat in the market in the third district, and it costs hundreds of yuan per pound, and the best beef even costs tens of thousands of yuan.

The detectives' eyes lit up when they saw this scene. They roughly estimated that the basket of beef might have weighed twenty kilograms, which was enough to cover their monthly salary.

If I take this back, will my wife at home be very happy? !

Qingwen said with a smile: "This is just a small gift I prepared for everyone when I first came here. I will give you a generous gift before the Spring Festival. I hope you can continue to cooperate with my work in the near future."

The agents were so excited that they each carried a beef basket and escorted the five killers upstairs.

When they entered the big office one by one, the other agents who were left behind widened their eyes when they saw the beef basket, looking incredulous.

In fact, Qingwen chose to give out gifts at this time because he wanted to make the agents under other shadow candidates envious. What he wanted to do was similar to what Qingchen did in Group 7, except that the gifts were The levels are slightly different...

However, at this moment, the door of Intelligence Division 3 was pushed open again.

Qing Wen turned around and saw Qing Hua, who had previously arrested people at the PCA Federal CIA headquarters, appearing outside the door.

But Qinghua burst in with dozens of people with a smile on his face, and then circled around the five cuffed killers twice: "Is this the killer who attacked Jindai Fengqing Street?"

Qingwen was just about to go over and say hello to Qinghua, but suddenly saw a young man walking out from behind Qinghua, looking at him with a smile.

Keichi.

Qingwen's pupils shrank for a while. He didn't expect that Qingyi, who didn't come to work today, would suddenly appear, bringing with him so many people from the Intelligence Unit.

Veteran agents who are familiar with the rules and regulations of the PCA Federal CIA have already realized that Keiichi is trying to use the priority of the Intelligence Division to pick peaches!

But Qingyi did not talk to Qingwen, but instead looked at the agents under his command.

"This is the beef that brother Qingwen gave us. He has always been so generous, but eating too much meat is not easy to digest," Qingyi said with a smile.

I don’t pretend anymore, I show my cards!

In fact, young Qingyi is just a little precocious at most, and the city is not as deep as he imagined.

So, at this moment, Qingyi felt extremely happy, and was glad that he had a master who was protective and capable!

With Mr. Qingchen sitting in the Intelligence Department, other shadow candidates have been completely crushed by him in terms of official status!

Why should those in power establish social rules? Because they are the biggest beneficiaries of the rules.

A smart person sometimes does not need to use force to kill someone, just rules.

From a glance, Zai Qing saw that his gentleman was a very smart person.

Qingyi's agents were still carrying beef baskets in their hands. When they discovered that Qingyi had been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger in the past, it was too late to drop the beef basket and rejoin the team.

And they also know very well that with the support of intelligence, Keiichi does not need them at all.

Qing Hua was finishing his blows at the side. He looked at the agents and said coldly: "I bribed you with just a little beef. I completely forgot who my immediate boss is. It's really impossible to hold up the wall with mud."

The agents lowered their heads.

Qingwen looked at Qingyi expressionlessly: "What do you want to do?"

Qing Yi said with a smile: "Nothing, just taking away the killer you just caught."

"Why?" Qingwen said coldly: "I caught this."

Qingyi turned to look at Qinghua: "Can we take him away?"

Qing Hua said: "Article 4 of Chapter 3 of the PCA Rules and Regulations, the Intelligence Division 1 has the priority for interrogation, and other Intelligence Divisions need to cooperate with the Intelligence Division 1 to hand over suspects. Inspector Qingwen, you will not connect with the PCA You haven’t read the rules and regulations carefully.”

In the past, Qinghua would have been unwilling to offend a shadow candidate, but it was different now. He had a very tough back.

And Qinghua also knows very well that the shadow war is a life-and-death situation, and those who want to be a mere wallflower will not end well.

You can only bet on one side, and then bet on him to win.

Since Qingchen’s boss is holding Qingyi, Qinghua has no choice.

Qing Hua has a clear vision of his position, and being a loyal lieutenant is the best way for him.

"Yang Xuyang, hand over the prisoner!" Qinghua said coldly.

Qingwen wanted to say something else, but found that all his agents had their heads lowered and did not dare to say a word.

This is the difference between being completely at home and being a lackey. Qingchen has already made the seven groups of agents obedient, and all of them only have Qingchen in their hearts, while Qingwen only gave some small favors to bribe them.

Make a decision.

If Qingwen completely subdued the agents like Qingchen did, I am afraid that the agents would have to confront Qing Hua even if they were punished, but what Qingwen did was still far behind Qingchen. .

Qingwen looked livid and said nothing, just watching Qinghua take away all the five killers.

Qing Yi looked at Qingwen with a smile: "Thank you, brother Qingwen."

At this moment, the door to the Third Intelligence Division was suddenly kicked open.

I saw Qingwu standing silently outside the door, holding an unknown person in his hand.

Qing Wu has dark skin and a resolute complexion, which are obviously the marks left by years of hard training and exposure to wind and sun.

His body was still covered in blood, and no one could tell whether it was Qingwu’s blood or someone else’s.

Qingwu didn't care about Qingyi and the others, but said coldly: "My agents are putting people in jail. This is Lin Haiping, the killer's leader."

Everyone was stunned for a moment. No one expected that Menghulu, who was lying on the table every day, would single-handedly find Lin Haiping and bring him back.

Looking at the other person carrying an adult like a chicken, does this mean he must have C-level or higher strength?

It is even possible that there is already a B-level!

However, the agents in the big office did not move. Some people were gloating that although Qingwu's force was powerful, he was just making a wedding dress for Qingyi.

Now is the time, all the efforts of Qingwu and Qingwen will be given to Qingyi.

However, what surprised them was that when Qingyi saw Qingwu, he just smiled and said hello: "Hello, brother Qingwu. My mother said a few days ago that she must go back next time. Come to my house and she will stew pork ribs for you."

Qing Wu was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "Yeah, I understand."

After saying that, Qing Yi took the people away without even trying to grab Lin Haiping from Qing Wu’s hand.

On the way, Qinghua glanced at Qingyi: "Aren't you going to ask Lin Haiping?"

Qingyi smiled: "Qingwu is very strong. We can't beat him together. If we really make him angry, maybe we will be embarrassed. Don't worry, I won't let you take risks with me. This risk."

Qinghua was confused: "What level is Qingwu?"

Qingyi thought for a while and said: "At least he is B-level. He is a famous martial arts idiot among the Qing family. He has nothing else in his eyes except cultivation. He is also the only one among the shadow candidates. A person who does not bring a guardian to participate in the Shadow War, because the guardian can only be C-level at most, is not as good as himself."

At this time, Qingwu in the big office handed the prisoner to the detective, and he fell asleep on the table again, not caring about the blood on his body.

As if this is a common thing.

However, when the detectives took Lin Haiping over, they discovered that the killer mastermind had all his hands and feet broken, and they all suffered comminuted fractures.

Someone pulled back Lin Haiping's sleeve and took a look. The clear fingerprints on it proved that his bones were broken by Qing Wu!

Qingwen glanced at Qingwu, and he was even a little worried that Qingwu would become so animalistic that he would kill all the shadow candidates in the office.

This is also the most direct way to fight for shadows.

The large office of Intelligence Branch No. 3 lost the lively atmosphere of the past. Everyone was quiet. The place seemed to be shrouded in the center of a low-pressure vortex.

Everyone is thinking about a question, what does Keiichi rely on to get the Intelligence Division to support him so much?

Isn’t the Intelligence Division 1 busy arresting people recently? Why did they suddenly come to participate in the shadow war?

……

……

Qing Hua took all the agents back to the third floor of the Intelligence Unit.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that the big office was empty. Only Qingzhun was putting his legs up on the table and listening to music with headphones.

Qingchen also disappeared.

Qing Hua asked Qing Zhun: "Where is the boss?"

Qing Zhun smiled and took off his headphones and replied: "The boss went out alone and said he had something to do."

Qing Hua was stunned for a moment. He walked over to Qing Zhun and picked up the headphones to listen. There was indeed a very loud singing voice inside: "You can lip read? Why didn't you notice it before?"

"There are still many things you haven't discovered," Qing Zhun said meaningfully: "Have you brought them back?"

"Bring it back," Qing Hua nodded: "It has been imprisoned in a secret prison."

At this moment, Qing Hua suddenly wondered if the boss had just told all their agents to go out together to help Qing Yi arrest people. Could it be that he just wanted to distract them so they could have a chance to travel alone?

What the other party wants to do is so mysterious.

In addition, the new boss may still be a little distrustful of the agents from Group 7.

Qing Hua dismissed the other agents and asked Qing Zhun in a low voice: "The boss hasn't publicly assigned any work to you recently. Is there a secret mission assigned to you?"

"What do you think?" Qing Zhun responded with a smile.

"I guess the boss wants you to catch the traitor in Group 7," Qinghua whispered, "right?"

Qing Zhun smiled and said: "Keep it secret."

Qing Hua sighed, the intelligence department was very intricate and intricate, and it was common for each intelligence team to plant moles in other intelligence teams.

At this moment, Qingchen had changed into a white sportswear without knowing when or where.

He walked silently on the street, personally surveying and scouting the most suitable trading location in his mind.

According to his agreement with Shadow, he will inform Shadow of the transaction location tonight.

The sunset in the evening is just right.

In the depth of winter, the sun shines through the tall buildings and shines warmly on you.

However, the red setting sun shone on the glass of the building opposite and reflected into Qingchen's eyes, making him unable to open his eyes.

A wandering guitarist on the street was gently strumming the strings. His shoes had holes under his feet, and there was a beard on his cheek that had not been shaved for a long time.

The singing voice is very beautiful, and the cover happened to be Song Niao Niao's work. The original clean tone of Song Niao Niao was replaced by the vicissitudes of the tramp guitarist's smoky voice, and it took on a different flavor.

In the distance, a car slowly drove through the intersection ahead. Under the reflection of the setting sun, the vehicle seemed to be hidden in the light.

Qingchen stopped and listened, seeming to enjoy the tranquility of the moment, as if he didn't notice anything.

At this moment, a pedestrian passed by the homeless guitarist ~IndoMTL.com~ and dropped a coin.

It’s just that after the one-dollar coin fell to the ground, it didn’t lie quietly on the ground. Instead, it bounced up and rolled toward the street.

When the wandering guitarist saw this scene, he hurriedly chased the coins with his guitar in his arms. This dollar was already very important to him, because it meant that he could eat fast synthetic protein tonight to fill his stomach.

The wandering guitarist didn't notice that as he rushed onto the street, the car was already close at hand.

The driver in the car did not expect that a person would rush out of the roadside. When he hurriedly looked for directions, the vehicle suddenly rushed into the sidewalk and rushed straight towards Qingchen.

The stopped Qingchen, the out-of-control vehicle, the wandering guitarist bending down to pick up money, all of them seem to have nothing to do with each other, but they are wonderfully connected together.

With a loud bang, the Mercedes-Benz car hit the light pole beside the road.

The boy who was supposed to be on the car's path had already left the place at some point and was looking at this scene thoughtfully.

The driver in the car looked at his scrapped vehicle and yelled at the homeless guitarist: "You are so blind, why did you run into the middle of the road?"

The homeless guitarist ran away.

Qingchen suddenly looked in the direction of the PCA CIA headquarters. If that lucky classmate was lighting the forbidden ACE054 match, then he must be looking at him from this angle, right?

He smiled and said: "Interesting."

According to the speed of this car, if Qingchen hits him, his legs will most likely be broken, but he will not die.

It seems that Fortunately, he has targeted him, but he can only cause "injury incidents" and not "murder incidents".

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