A Million Possible

As the group leader Fang led a group of students from the Seventh Academy to leave, the smile on Cheng Lin's face faded, and he turned to thinking.

The other party provided very little information, probably because the perpetrators were sophisticated, so there was little information left. Otherwise, with the Seven Divisions and the local police force, it would be hard to believe that there would be no clue.

"The gang commits crimes, there are about three people, foreigners, one of whom is physical, and the rest is uncertain. The highest Cultivation Base is the second rank, and there is no cultivator that exceeds the third rank... Of course, Rogue Cultivators, similar to a big organization like Black After all, there are too few, most Rogue Cultivators, at this point in time, being able to achieve the second rank is already considered very good..."

Cheng Lin sorted out this pitiful information, and the other team leader and the others responded with deep sympathy.

If such an important cultural relic is stolen, it will be troublesome if it is not recovered.

Value is one aspect.

There is also a layer, if one day the stolen general figure appears at an overseas auction, it would be really ashamed.

After a simple procedure, Cheng Lin accepted the clue task.

Reward is second, mainly to contribute to the country...

Well, he said that to the outside world anyway, righteously speaking.

Team Leader Fang expressed his high respect for this, and then took Wu Shushan and other "interns" to leave quickly and continue to investigate.

Yes.

The identity of Wu Shushan and others is "interns", which probably means that after the college's basic knowledge has been cultivated, they began to cooperate with Trinity Division to provide students with some internship tasks.

After all, most of the trainees have to go to public security posts after graduation to assist the department in handling local cases.

Appropriate experience is necessary.

Wu Shushan seemed to have achieved good results, so they also brought them to Team Leader Fang to do this case.

At this moment, he left the practitioner alley in Chang'an in a mighty car, but Cheng Lin also put his second goal on his itinerary.

"Lingzhi seedlings have been purchased, and the jade carving enchantment is not in a hurry. Put it away first. Now, you should be able to meet the local black remnants."

Standing at the gate of Chang'an Xiu practitioner's alley.

Cheng Lin looked at the quiet big elm tree in the yard and made a decision.

When I went out, I called Didi and returned to the hotel I had booked.

Then began to meditate and practice.

Wait until the time points to the night.

The sunset slipped down the horizon.

The windows of the hotel gradually dimmed, and the street lights on the street turned on instantly.

Cheng Lincai, who was sitting in the Lotus Position meditating in the room, opened his eyes.

After drinking a cup of coffee, I was refreshed, then summoned the light gate and entered the "spiritual world".

I turned over the boxes and put on the jackets I had reserved: black sweaters, peaked caps, masks, sunglasses, deliberately elevated shoes...

When Cheng Lin finished changing his clothes, he looked in the mirror, and the person in the mirror had become completely strange.

"Humph!"

After a few cold snorts in front of the mirror, looking for a feeling, Cheng Lin looked like an actor about to audition.

Taking out the "pendant" and carefully closing the knob, Cheng Lin's concealed fourth rank atmosphere overflowed unscrupulously.

As a result, a "cold, cruel and powerful" practitioner was reflected in the mirror.

Confirmed that there is no problem, and then took out the "roster" to finally confirm.

Cheng Lin stepped out of the light door and returned to the real world.

Afterwards, he used "body control" to hide from the cameras all over the street like a civet cat, and quickly escape from the roof.

...

Although there is a record on the roster, it is different from reality after all. Cheng Lin wants to try to get in touch with the local black remnants, and it may not go well here.

It is possible that conflict will break out, so he chose the night.

"According to the data, the black organization in Chang'an is quite large, and the disguise is very deep. Its leader is an ordinary businessman without any Cultivation Base. On the surface, it is in charge of a local Rogue Cultivators organization, named ' Qinzhuang'.

However, on a deeper level, under the identity of the leader of ‘Qin Zhuang’, he has another identity, that is, the ‘branch president’ of the black organization here, which is equivalent to Zhu You. "

The name of the branch president sounds like a high-level organization, but it is not.

With the in-depth investigation of the black organization by Trinity and the organizational structure model on the "roster", Cheng Lin has confirmed that the so-called "branch president" is only the downline of the development of the "general president" and has no contact at all. To the core of the organization, that is, the communication channel with foreign forces.

This piece is completely controlled by the president and is hidden in his mind.

With his Death, he was completely buried.

Even Cheng Lin did not inherit this part of the information.

In other words, in addition to having a better name, the club president does not know much about the organization than ordinary members.

This is also Cheng Lin's confidence to dare to contact them.

...

Qin Province is very big, and Chang'an City is also very big.

As the so-called most dangerous place is also the safest place, the headquarters of the "Qinzhuang" organization is also located in Chang'an, only in the outskirts.

If you are on the road, it will take more than an hour to get there by car.

"Qinzhuang" is the name of the organization, and its headquarters is indeed located in a mountain villa.

The surname of the person Cheng Lin was looking for was Zhang, a single name, and he owned several star-rated hotels in the province, with hundreds of millions of assets in his name.

Although it is still not ranked in the province, it can be regarded as a well-known entrepreneur at any rate.

In addition to the hotel, there is also a resort village under the Chang'an city, and the consumption is not low.

September has just entered autumn.

The temperature has not yet faded, the villa is still in the peak season, the parking lot is rarely vacant, there is an artificial lake inside, and countless bright lights on the shore are very lively and prosperous.

...

The entrance of a magnificent small building in the villa.

"Boss Zhang, don't give it away. You should take a break and take care of your body." A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman said, he got into the car.

"That's OK, boss, get together again when you have time."

At the door, a flushed face and a strong alcohol on his body seemed to be a middle-aged man waving his hands enthusiastically.

He seems to be drunk and drunk, and he speaks a little uncomfortably.

Shows a ugly state of being drunk.

When the engine sounded, the man was driven away quickly.

The drunk Zhang Hou burped alcohol, then raised his right hand and shook it.

Then, I saw a person walking quickly out of the small building, and stretched out his hand to pat Zhang Hou's back.

The next moment, Zhang Hou's pores spread all over his body, and the alcohol was spit out as if triggered by some kind of force.

A strong scent of wine permeated.

Standing in the middle, Zhang Hou's face was ruddy and his eyes cleared.

"Water." Shaking his head, Zhang Hou's drunkenness disappeared and said.

The young man next to him handed over a bottle of water.

Taking advantage of Zhang Hou's drinking water, the young man frowned and said, "Brother, this boss is not a good thing. He is a typical smiling tiger. You entertain him like this, but he may not appreciate it."

"I know," Zhang Hou screwed on the bottle cap, exhaled, blowing in the cool breeze by the lake, with a low voice and a bad tone," Feng Shui took turns, now it's his turn to be beautiful, and it will grow in the days to come. He begs me one day."

The young man next to Zhang Hou resented: "But should I endure it now?"

"if not?"

"As I said, let me show him some color." The young man whispered, his Spiritual Qi faintly fluctuating.

"What you think is still too simple," Zhang Hou sighed, turned his head and glanced at his own Little Brother, and said, "The practitioner is a knife, hurting others and yourself. Do you think you have the ability? But the practice world of Qin Province , Still from the Seven Division, do things low-key, and still have room for survival. Once jumping too much, too frequently, the gods will not be able to save us!"

"The strength of the practitioner should be used, and should be used on the blade, rather than wasted on this kind of person, this kind of trivial matter," Zhang Hou paused, and squeezed the water bottle in his hand. "Especially, still This time now."

The youth was silent. After a while, he raised his head and asked seriously:

"Brother, you said, is the president really dead?"

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