CH 65

The entire Special Affairs Department was silent.

Everyone seemed to feel like a volcano was about to erupt. When passing by the director's office, they always tiptoed, afraid that any slightly louder noise would trigger the bomb inside and be engulfed in anger.

"You scared them."

Director Fu sighed helplessly, looking at the shadows quietly passing by outside the slightly ajar door and pouring tea into the cup of the young girl in front of him.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me, a cripple?"

Ai Qing seemed to be amused, but there was no smile on her face or in her eyes. "Don't worry, even if I'm unbearable, I won't throw a tantrum in the Special Affairs Department."

"No, I want to advise you to calm down."

Director Fu shook his head, wanting to smoke but then remembered something. He hesitated for a long time, but eventually rolled up his sleeves and put a nicotine patch on his arm.

"Whether it's the Astronomy Association or the Social Security Bureau, in the end, we still have to follow the rules. Since there are rules, there will inevitably be unhappy places. You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself."

"To be honest, I'm not worried about Qi Wen."

Ai Qing sneered indifferently, "Even if he looks like a big shot, he still has the habits of when he was a dog. He shows off as soon as he has a little power.

As long as he stays in his corner, the Yin family won't be able to do anything to him for the time being. He even had the brain to jump into the quagmire of Jinling. Does he not use his brain to think? Is he as powerful as the Huai family back then?

In less than two years, he will be beaten to death by those aristocratic families working together... At that time, he will probably have to thank the Yin family for sparing his life out of past affection, right?

What I'm worried about is the Returning Cleansing Citizens.

In this matter, Qi Wen is not the key, but the problem is that all the clues we can find have been destroyed by that clever bastard Qi Wen!"

She tapped the armrest expressionlessly. "Now, all we have in our hands are a pile of corpses and ruins and a meaningless prophecy.

In this situation, if those guys really have any movements, we are simply sitting ducks!"

Director Fu also stopped talking, just restlessly rolling up his sleeves and putting on two more nicotine patches.

For so many days, whether it was internal announcements or private communication among colleagues, they had almost all gained an understanding of the situation around them and the large-scale mobilization of the Returning Cleansing Citizens in recent years.

Not only in Xin Hai, abnormalities had been discovered in more than seven or eight cities, almost covering the entire eastern coastal area of Dong Xia.

It would be another border war with just a little carelessness, and who knew how many people would be affected by it.

No one wanted sparks to ignite within their jurisdiction, whether it was from a professional or a career perspective.

But what made Ai Qing feel uneasy was not just that.

There was something else that made her restless and even angry.

It was like the feeling of forgetting to bring your keys or turn off the faucet when you left home, and the premonition that your damn intuition was about to start working again, making it hard to feel comfortable.Even though many people appreciate his talent, few can understand how much Ai Qing hates it.

Especially when she doesn't know when the shoes upstairs will fall down, she feels even more disgusted.

This anxiety has been haunting her until she finally found the source of this abnormality. She suddenly stood up, picked up her crutch, and went back to the interrogation room's door, looking around.

The empty corridor, the trash cans everywhere, and the small bottle on top of the ashtray on the trash can's lid that looked so annoying.

Ai Qing reached out and picked up the thumb-thick bottle, which still had a drop of pale purple liquid inside.

It smelled vaguely bitter, like some kind of medicine.

The test paper she carried reacted as orange-red.

She could determine that this was some kind of potion from the border, and the orange-red color was between the red that represented stimulants and the yellow that represented sedatives.

She looked at Director Fu and asked, "Did anyone else come here just now?"

Director Fu looked puzzled and pulled over a subordinate who had just finished organizing the transcript. The subordinate also looked confused.

"Are you talking about Huai Shi?" The subordinate thought for a moment and looked at Ai Qing. "Aren't you with him?"

Crash!

The bottle shattered on the ground.

Finally...

When the other shoe was thrown down from upstairs, Ai Qing felt a sense of relief besides shock and bewilderment.

"What's wrong?" Director Fu asked.

Ai Qing leaned on her crutch and waved weakly, "Go and check your attendance personnel now, focusing on the armed guards and their weapons."

With precious trust and understanding, even though Ai Qing did not explain anything, Director Fu still followed her request and gave the order.

Soon, after a brief search and count, today's attendance and actual records were submitted.

All the armed guards with live ammunition were accounted for.

But there was a mistake in the attendance record, and someone was missing. Soon, the missing person was found in the toilet cubicle, tied up with a rope and gagged, struggling hard.

"Old Wang?" Director Fu was stunned.

After tearing off the tape, Old Wang, regardless of his severe coughing, shouted loudly, "It's Huai Shi, it's Huai Shi... he took the key... the key to the arsenal!"

"What a mess..."

In an instant of silence, Ai Qing leaned against the corner, closed her eyes tiredly.

This bastard.

Does he know what he's done?

Soon, in the surveillance, the shadow of a teenager carrying a travel bag walked out of the arsenal, waving to acquaintances passing by from time to time, as if taking a leisurely stroll, and walked out of the special intelligence agency smoothly.

With an automatic rifle, six magazines, two pistols, fifty rounds of pistol bullets, six grenades, two plastic explosives, and so on...

It was like shopping at a supermarket.

Fully loaded and returned.

With a calm smile, he stopped a taxi and silently left.Director Fu was going crazy when he saw this.

Damn it, he should have just killed this bastard on the spot!

He grabbed the guard who was sweating profusely and shouted, "How long has he been gone?"

"Tw-twenty minutes..."

"Twenty minutes? Even a dog could have noticed something wrong in twenty minutes. Are you guys worse than dogs?" Director Fu was furious and almost tore him apart.

Seeing Ai Qing calmly drinking tea next to him, he became even more annoyed. "Why aren't you worried at all?"

"Is worrying useful?"

Ai Qing put down her teacup and sighed softly, "If we really want to start preparing to do something, maybe we can start discussing what style would be better for Qi Wen's funeral."

Twenty minutes?

Don't make me laugh, even the cold leftovers of yesterday's meal have been reheated three times.

...

Twenty minutes ago, it was pouring rain.

A taxi was speeding on the elevated road, breaking through layers of rain curtains. Inside the car, there were old disco songs from over a decade ago playing, and the driver was humming along with the music while shaking his head.

On the passenger seat, the young man holding a huge travel bag was staring blankly at the rain outside, as if he was watching a black bird that was faintly visible in the sky.

"Little brother, this won't do."

The driver spoke up, "You've been sitting in my car for half a day without telling me where you're going. We're almost on the highway now. At least tell me where you're going. How about I find a place for you to change cars? I'll even give you a twenty-dollar discount."

In silence, the young man just stared quietly outside the window, as if he hadn't spoken at all. It wasn't until the driver couldn't help but speak again that he finally spoke.

"No need, master. Just drop me off here."

"On the elevated road? Are you crazy?"

The driver looked at him in astonishment. "You'll get points deducted for stopping here!"

"It's alright."

The young man took out a folding raincoat from his travel bag and put it on deftly. "Just say that I forced you to let me off."

Saying that, he opened the zipper of his travel bag and showed him the firearms and the shiny copper bullets inside.

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Suddenly, the taxi screeched to a halt on the busy elevated road, almost causing a rear-end collision and causing a chorus of angry honks.

The driver turned pale and raised his hands, "Little brother, spare me. I, I have a family to support... I only have this much money... It's not enough, I'll go get more..."

The young man smiled, shook his head, took out his phone, scanned the code to pay, and gave him three times the price.

"Thank you."

He grabbed his bag and pushed the door open, politely saying goodbye, "Have a nice life. Goodbye."

The door closed.

In the pouring rain, the taxi sped away, leaving Huai Shi alone in place.

The thick rain curtains seemed to swallow everything, and countless raindrops shattered in an instant, causing a deafening roar as if the world was breaking apart. Apart from that, there was a terrifying silence.

Everything became hazy, and only the red and green traffic lights under the elevated road were shining with a dazzling red light.Vehicles came and went through the rain and fog, disappearing into it just like running monsters.

In the midst of these countless steel monsters, Huai Shi stood in the middle of the elevated bridge, bent down to put down his travel bag, and placed the pistol, magazines, and bullets one by one under his raincoat's vest.

Sorted by category.

Put these on the left, those on the right, and some in the middle.

Gradually, it became heavy.

Gradually, it became full.

It was as if he was retrieving his own organs one by one, and they seemed to come alive in his empty chest, step by step, he became whole again.

The empty shell seemed to have regained the breath of the soul.

Finally, he picked up the heavy automatic rifle and hung it over his shoulder.

In a daze, Huai Shi seemed to be finally complete.

But it seemed like something was still missing.

It wasn't until he remembered to stuff the headphones hanging around his neck into his ears that the violent drumbeat and bass tore apart the overly noisy silence.

"hashelosthismind?canheseeorisheblind?"

The young man's fingers tapped the gun body, humming along with the song, "canhewalkatall'orifhemoveswillhefall?"

Is he still sane?

Is he blind with open eyes?

Can he still move forward?

Or will he fall as soon as he moves?

In the waiting period that was either long or short, he swayed his head to the rhythm of the drumbeat, wandering above the rain and fog and the elevated bridge, like an invisible soul, letting the heavy vehicles whizz past him.

It was as if he was waiting for the distant bell to ring.

Not until the dark bird flew through the shadows of the rain curtain once more.

He slowly raised the gun in his hand, pressed it against his shoulder, switched off the safety, and stared at the silhouette gradually emerging in the rain curtain through the rainwater left on the hood.

The high beam illuminated his eyes.

At that moment, he pulled the trigger.