Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 394 Accident

  In the ninth district, the shadow candidate celebrated, standing quietly on the gallery bridge between the two buildings.

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

  Qingwen every time standing in such a place, overlooking the most absurd place in a city, he always feels a unique sense of detachment. .

  He does not belong here, nor does he belong here.

  At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, 72 agents from the Intelligence Division 3 had entered the apartment building on his right, and according to the information provided by Qing Wen's Harrier, the building was completely sealed off.

   Gunshots were heard in the building, but Qingwen's expression remained unchanged, just standing in the clouds and looking at the scenery.

  He didn’t seem to take the arrest to his heart. Although the agents were weak, his falcon was already hidden in the building, ready to take action.

  The strength of those Harriers is far beyond the capabilities of agents and killers.

In less than half an hour, his agents handcuffed five assassins and walked to the bridge to announce the good news: "Inspector, everyone has been caught, but there are only five in this apartment building. When fighting in the building, you were under your command. The master of ”shot in time, and only three of us suffered minor injuries here.”

   Qingwen with a warm smile and said: "Five is very 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 place said that Qingyi hasn’t come to work at the third place until now, and Qingwu also left soon after we left. Yes, Qing Shi is still chasing stars and fortunately picked up money once."

  Unexpectedly, Qingwen not only incorporated Qingyi’s agent under his command, but also secretly bought the missing Qingyuan agent with him.

  However, they did not bring Qingyuan's people during the Qingwen operation. Instead, they were left as eyeliners in the three intelligence offices, monitoring the actions of other shadow candidates.

   Qingwen glanced at the agent, and said calmly: "Okay, thank you, I see."

  The agent seemed to have deliberately approached: "Qingyi is still young, and it is not a concern to play, but if Qingwu goes out suddenly, will it cause any impact?"

   Qingwen smiled and said, “It’s okay, we just need to catch another killer.”

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

  And there are 12 killers.

  So, it stands to reason that at most three shadow candidates can get the advantage of the next task.

  Qingwen can of course catch everyone and cut off the way of other shadow candidates, but he feels that this is not necessary. It is still a long time and can be played slowly.

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

   Qingwen smiled and said, "I will return to the underground garage of the PCA CIA, where I will prepare some small gifts for everyone."

  The agents were taken aback for a moment, and all of them were happy in an instant.

  They know that celebration is very generous, this is to reward them for their efforts in this action.

  This gift is worth looking forward to.

  When I went back, the agents saw the undercurrent raging. Everyone wanted to get in the car that was celebrated to get closer to the new boss, but in the end it was the three most senior agents who squeezed into the car.

   Qingwen didn't care about all this either, just waiting silently for the agents to decide for themselves.

  Return to the underground garage of the third place of the intelligence, where there are early servants waiting here.

  The management here in 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 servant opened two box trucks, with 72 gifts in the trunk.

  It is a basket of beef, bright red and attractive.

  The fresh meat is sealed in a basket by an insurance film, which resembles a fruit basket sent by the world when visiting patients. The thick slices of meat inside are arranged in a beautiful rose shape.

  In the inner world, because real beef is extremely scarce, even the rotisserie sells synthetic beef with similar taste, which is nothing more than a higher-level synthetic protein.

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

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

  The agents saw this scene with their eyes shining, and they roughly estimated that this basket of beef might be twenty catties, which is enough to cover their monthly salary.

  If this is taken back, the wife at home is afraid that she will be happy? !

  Qingwen said with a smile: "This is just a little care I prepared for everyone when I first arrived. There is a gift before the Spring Festival. I hope you can continue to cooperate with my work in the near future."

  The agents were so excited, they carried beef baskets one by one, and escorted five killers to the stairs.

  When they entered the large office one by one, the other agents who stayed behind saw the beef basket widened, and looked incredible.

In fact, Qingwen chose to give out gifts at this time because he wanted the agents of the other Shadow Candidates to be envious. What he had to do was similar to what Qing Chen did in the seventh group, except that the gifts were of a slightly lower level. difference……

  However, at this moment, the door of the third intelligence office was pushed open again.

  Qingwen turned his head and saw the Qinghua who had come to the PCA Federal CIA headquarters to arrest someone before, appeared outside the door.

   saw Qinghua burst into the street with dozens of people with a smile, and then circled around the five assassins: "This is the assassin who attacked Shendai Style Street, right?"

  Qingwen just wanted to say hello to Qinghua, but suddenly saw a teenager walking out behind Qinghua, looking at herself with a smile.

   Qingyi.

   Qingwen’s pupils shrank for a while. He didn’t expect Qingyi, who hadn’t come to work today, would suddenly appear with so many people from the intelligence department.

  The old agents who are familiar with the rules and regulations of the PCA Federal CIA have already reacted. Qingyi is using the priority of the Intelligence Department to pick peaches!

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

  "This is the beef that Brother Qingwen gave to everyone. He has always been so generous, but if he eats too much meat, it's not easy to digest," Qingyi said with a smile.

  I won’t pretend, I’m showing off!

  In fact, young Qingyi is only a bit precocious at best, and Chengfu is not as deep as he thought.

  So, at this moment, Qingyi's heart is already at the extreme, and he is fortunate that he has worshiped a strong master who protects the calf!

  There is Mr. Qingchen sitting in the intelligence department, and the other shadow candidates have been completely crushed by him at the level of official status!

  Why should those in power establish social rules, because they are the biggest beneficiaries of the rules.

  A wise man kills, sometimes you don’t need to use force, just use rules.

  In Qingyi's eyes, the gentleman in his family is a very clever man.

  The agents of Qingyi still had beef baskets in their hands. When they discovered that Qingyi used to be pretending to be a pig and eating tigers, they wanted to leave the beef basket and stand again, but it was too late.

  And they also knew that Qingyi, who was backed by intelligence, didn't need them at all.

  Qinghua made up the knife on the side. He looked at the agents and said coldly: “I bought you a little beef, and I completely forgot who his immediate boss was. It’s really mud that can’t help him on the wall.”

  The agents pressed their heads lower.

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

   Qing smiled and said, "It's nothing, just take away the killer you just caught."

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

  Qing turned to look at Qinghua: "Can we take it away?"

Qing Hua said: "PCA Rules and Regulations, Chapter 3, Article 4, Intelligence Division I has the priority of interrogation, and other intelligence divisions need to cooperate with Intelligence Division I to transfer suspects. Qingwen supervision, you will not even have PCA rules and regulations. Haven't seen it carefully."

  If placed in the past, Qinghua would definitely not want to offend a shadow candidate, but now it is different, his waist is particularly hard.

  And Qinghua also knows very well that the shadow war is a life-and-death situation, and it will not end well if you want to be a turf.

  You can only bet on one side and then bet that he can win.

  Since the boss of Qingchen bet Qingyi, then Qinghua has no choice.

  Qinghua has a clear position on himself, and being a loyal adjutant is his best way.

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

  Qingwen still wanted to say something, but found that his agents were all bowing their heads and dare not say a word.

  This is the difference between being completely loyal and running dogs. Qing Chen has already cleaned up the agents in the seven groups, and each of them only has Qing Chen in his heart, and Qing Wen just gave some small favors to buy them.

  Successfully judge.

  If Qingwen completely subdued the agent like Qing Chen, I am afraid that the agent would have to face Qinghua even if he was punished, but what Qingwen did was far behind Qingchen.

   Qingwen's face was somber and silent, she watched Qinghua take all the five killers away.

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

  At this moment, the door of the third intelligence office was suddenly kicked open.

  I saw Qing Wu standing silently outside the door, carrying a person who didn’t know his life or death in his hand.

  Qing has no dark skin and firm complexion, which is obviously the traces left after years of hard cultivation and wind and sun.

  He was still full of blood stains, and everyone couldn't tell whether it was Qingwu's blood or someone else's.

   Qingwu did not care about Qingyi and the others, but said coldly: "My agent, put people in jail, this is Lin Haiping, the leader of the killer."

  Everyone was stunned for a moment. No one thought that the stuffy gourd, who was lying on the table every day, went to Lin Haiping single-handedly and brought him back.

   staring at the other party to carry adults like chicks, isn't it necessary to have the strength of C-level or higher?

   It’s even possible that there is already a B level!

  It’s just that the detective in the big office didn’t move. Some people gloated and thought that although Qing Wu had a great force value, he was just making wedding clothes for Qing Yi.

  Just now, 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, Qingwu brother, my mother said a few days ago that I must come to my home next time I go back. She will stew pork ribs for you."

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

  After finishing speaking, Qingyi took the people away like this, and didn't try to **** Lin Haiping, who had no hands with Qing.

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

Qingyi smiled: "Qingwu is very strong, we can't beat him together. I really want to annoy him, maybe it is us who are ashamed. Don't worry, I won't let you follow me to risk this kind of risk. ."

  Qinghua wondered: "What level is Qingwu?"

Qingyi thought for a while and said, "At least it is a Grade B. This is a famous Wu Chi among the Qing clan's children. There is nothing else in his eyes except for practice. He is also the only shadow candidate without a guardian. A Taoist who participates in the fight for the shadow, because the Taoist can only be C-rank at the highest, not as good as himself."

  At this time, Qing Wu in the large office handed the prisoner to the detective. He actually fell asleep on the table again, not caring about the blood stains on his body.

  As if these are all commonplace things.

   However, when the detective took over Lin Haiping, he discovered that the mastermind of the assassin had all broken hands and feet, and all of them had comminuted fractures.

  Someone opened Lin Haiping’s sleeve and took a look. The clear fingerprints on it proved that the other party’s bones were abruptly pinched by Qing Wuji!

  Qingwen glanced at Qingwu, he was even a little worried that Qingwu would be outraged at this moment and would kill all the shadow candidates in the office.

  This is also the most direct way to fight shadows.

  The large office of the third intelligence office no longer had the active atmosphere of the past. Everyone was quiet, and it seemed to be shrouded in the center of a low-pressure vortex.

  Everyone is thinking about a question, what on earth does Qingyi rely on to make the intelligence department support him like this?

  Isn’t the intelligence department busy catching people recently, why suddenly it came to participate in the shadow war.

  ……

  ……

  Qinghua took all the agents back to the third floor of Intelligence One.

  As soon as he walked in, he found that the large office was empty. Only Qingzhun put Erlang's legs on the table and listened to music with headphones.

   Qingchen was also gone.

  Qinghua asked Qingzhun: "Where is the boss?"

  Qing Zhun smiled and took off his earphones and replied: "The boss went out alone and said there was something to do."

  Qinghua was stunned for a moment. He walked to Qingzhun and picked up the earphones and listened to it. There was indeed a very loud singing voice: "You can lip-talk? Why haven't you noticed it before."

   "There are so many things you haven't discovered," Qing Zhun said meaningfully, "Have you brought people back?"

   "I brought it back," Qing Hua nodded: "I have been imprisoned in a secret prison."

  At this time, Qing Hua suddenly thought, just now the boss explained that all of their agents were sent out to help Qing catch people, would they just want to distract them, so that there is a chance to travel alone?

  What the other party is going to do is so mysterious.

  In addition, the new boss is afraid that he still can't trust the agents of the seven groups.

   Qinghua dismissed the other agents and asked Qingzhun in a low voice: "The boss hasn't made any public arrangements for you recently. Is there a secret task for you?"

  "Guess?" Qingzhun responded with a smile.

   "I guess, the boss wants you to catch the spies in the seven groups," Qing Hua whispered, "Is that right?"

  Qingzhun smiled and said: "Confidentiality."

  Qinghua sighed, the internal intricacies of the intelligence department are very complicated, and it is common for each intelligence team to insert **** in other intelligence teams.

  At this moment, Qing Chen didn't know when or where he had changed into a white sportswear.

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

  According to the agreement between him and the shadow, he will inform the shadow of the transaction location tonight.

  The sunset in the evening is just right.

  In the deep winter, the sun shines through the tall buildings, and it is warm.

  It’s just that the red afterglow shone on the glass of the opposite building and reflected in Qing Chen’s eyes, making him a little unable to open his eyes.

  A wandering guitarist on the street is gently strumming the strings. The shoes under his feet have been worn out, and the beard on his cheeks has not been shaved for a long time.

  The singing voice is very beautiful, and the cover happens to be Song Niao Niao's work. The original Song Niao Niao's clean tone has been replaced by the vicissitudes of smoky voice of the tramp guitarist, and it has another flavor.

  In the distance, a car slowly passed the intersection ahead. Under the reflection of the setting sun, the car 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 stray guitarist and dropped a coin.

  It's just that after the one-dollar coin fell on the ground, it did not lie quietly on the ground, but just bounced up and rolled towards the street.

  The wandering guitarist saw this scene and hurriedly hugged his guitar to chase coins. This dollar is already very important to him, because it means that he can eat fast food and synthesize protein to fill his stomach tonight.

  The wandering guitarist didn’t notice that when he rushed into the street, the car was already close at hand.

  The driver in the car did not expect that a person would rush out from the roadside. When he hurried to give directions, the vehicle suddenly rushed into the sidewalk and rushed towards Qingchen.

   Stopped Qingchen, out-of-control vehicles, and stray guitarist bending over to pick up money, everyone seems to have nothing to do with each other, but they are wonderfully connected.

With a bang, the Pingzhi car slammed into the street light pole on the side of the road.

  The young man who was supposed to be on the trajectory of the car, did not know when he had left the place, and was watching this scene thoughtfully.

  The driver in the car looked at his scrapped vehicle and yelled at the stray guitarist: "You don't have eyesight, why are you running into the middle of the road?"

  The stray guitarist ran away quickly.

  Qingchen suddenly looked in the direction of the PCA CIA headquarters. If the lucky classmate was lighting the taboo ACE-054 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 he hits Qingchen, he will probably break his legs, but he will not die.

  It seems that he is fortunate to have caught sight of him, but he can only create "harm incidents", not "homicide incidents."

  ……

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  (End of this chapter)