Qingwen was standing quietly on the bridge between the two buildings.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, 72 agents from the Third Intelligence Department had entered the apartment building on his right and completely blocked the building according to the information provided by Qingwen's Harrier Falcon.
Gunshots came from the building, but Qingwen's expression did not change, just standing in the clouds and watching the scenery.
He did not seem to take the arrest seriously. Although the agents were weak, his harrier falcon was already hidden in the building and could take action at any time.
Within half an hour, his agents coerced five killers to the bridge to report the good news: "Inspector, everyone has been caught. When fighting in the building, your masters took action in time. Only three of us were slightly injured."
Qingwen smiled warmly and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
At this time, an agent walked to Qingwen and whispered: "A friend of mine in the third place said that Qingyi has not come to work at the third place of intelligence until now. Qingwu left not long after we left. Qingshi is still chasing stars, so she is glad that she picked up money once."
Qingwen glanced at the agent and said calmly: "Okay, thank you, I understand."
The agent seemed to be intentionally approaching: "Will Qingwu suddenly go out, will it have any impact?"
Qingwen smiled and said, "It's okay. I'll go back to the underground garage of the CIA of PCA. I'll prepare some small gifts for everyone there."
The agents were stunned for a moment, and in an instant they all became happy.
They knew that Qingwen was very generous and wanted to reward them with the efforts they had put into this action.
This gift is worth looking forward to.
Back at the underground garage of Intelligence Department 3, there were Qingwen's servants waiting here early.
The management at the headquarters is not as strict as the Intelligence Department. Qingwen only needs to make a phone call and his private vehicles can be driven into the garage.
Qingwen's servant opened two box trucks, and the trunk was filled with 72 gifts.
It was a basket of beef, bright red and seductive.
The fresh meat was sealed in the basket with a security film, which looked like a fruit basket given by the world when visiting patients. The thick slices of meat inside were arranged in the shape of beautiful roses.
In the inner world, because real beef is extremely scarce, even the barbecue restaurants sell synthetic beef with similar taste, which is just a more advanced synthetic protein.
Therefore, the most expensive gift in the world is fresh meat.
First of all, you can see real fresh meat in the market in the third zone, and it costs several hundred yuan per pound, and the best beef costs even tens of thousands of yuan.
When the agents saw this scene, their eyes shone. They roughly estimated that this basket of beef would look like twenty kilograms, which would be enough to support their monthly salary.
If I take this back, my wife at home is going to be so happy?!
The agents were so excited that they carried beef baskets one by one and took five killers upstairs.
When they entered the large office one by one, the other left-behind agents saw the beef basket wide and looked incredible.
In fact, Qingwen chose to send gifts at this time, in order 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 level of the gift was slightly different...
However, at this moment, the door of the Intelligence Department 3 was pushed open again.
Qingwen turned his head and suddenly saw Qinghua, who had come to the headquarters of the CIA of the PCA before, and appeared outside the door.
But Qinghua smiled and led dozens of people in, and then circled around the six cowed killers twice: "Is this the killer attacking the Kandeyu Fengqing Street?"
Qingwen was about to go over to say hello to Qinghua, but suddenly he saw a young man walking out of Qinghua, looking at him with a smile.
Celebrate one.
Qingwen's pupils contracted.
Old agents familiar with the rules and regulations of the CIA of the PCA have already reacted. Qingyi is going to use the priority of the Intelligence Department to pick peaches!
But Qingyi did not talk to Qingwen, but instead looked at his agents.
"This is the beef given to everyone by Brother Qingwen. He has always been so generous, but eating too much meat is not easy to digest," Qingyi said with a smile.
I'm not pretending, I'm showing off!
In fact, the boy’s celebrating one's at most was just a little precocious, and his cunning was not as deep as he imagined.
Therefore, at this moment, Qingyi felt extremely happy and was glad that he had worshipped a master who was a powerful and powerful!
Mr. Youqingchen is in charge of the intelligence department, and other shadow candidates have been completely crushed by him at the level of official identity!
Qingyi's agents were still carrying beef baskets. When they found that Qingyi was pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, they wanted to throw the beef baskets and re-stop the team, but it was too late.
Qinghua finished the fight, and he looked at the agents and said coldly: "I bought you a little bit of beef. I completely forgot who my boss is. I really can't help it."
The agents pressed their heads lowered.
Qingwen looked at Qingyi with a blank expression: "What do you want to do?"
Qingyi said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just taking away the killer you just caught."
"Why?" Qingwen said coldly: "I caught this."
Qing Yi turned his head and looked at Qinghua: "Can we take it away?"
Qinghua said: "Article 4 of PCA Rules and Regulations Chapter 3, Article 4 of the Intelligence Department has priority in interrogation, and other intelligence departments need to cooperate with the Intelligence Department to hand over the suspects. Qingwen inspected, you will not have even read the PCA rules and regulations carefully."
Qinghua knew very well that the battle between shadows was a life-and-death situation, and if you wanted to be a fence-bearer, you would not have a good ending.
Since Qingchen, the boss, obeyed Qingyi, then Qinghua had no choice.
"Yang Xuyang, hand over the prisoner!" Qinghua said coldly.
Qingwen wanted to say something, but found that all his agents were lowering their heads and did not dare to say a word.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! This is the difference between a complete heart and a lackey. Qingchen has already imposed the agents of the seventh group, and each of them has only Qingchen in his heart, and Qingwen has just given some small favors to buy them.
The right judgment is made.
Qingwen's face turned pale and said nothing, and just watched Qinghua take away all five killers.
Qing Yize looked at Qingwen with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Qingwen."
At this moment, the door of the Third Intelligence Department was suddenly kicked open.
I saw Qingwu standing silently outside the door, holding a person who knew nothing about life and death in his hand.
Qingwu's dark skin and a firm face were obviously the traces left by years of hard work and wind and sun.
Qing Wu's body was covered with blood. He didn't care about Qingyi and others, but just said coldly: "My agent is putting people in prison. This is the killer's commander Lin Haiping."
No one expected that this dull gourd who was lying on the table every day actually went to find Lin Haiping alone and brought the other party back.
However, the agent in the large office did not move. Someone gloated and thought that although Qingwu was very powerful, he was just a wedding dress for Qingyi.
However, what surprised them was that when Qing Wu saw Qing Wu, she just smiled obediently and said hello: "Hello Brother Qing Wu. My father said a few days ago that he would definitely come to my house when he goes back next time and let the aunt at home stew ribs for you."
Qingwu said calmly: "Yeah, I understand."
After saying that, Qingyi actually took the people away like this and didn't even go to grab Lin Haiping from Qingwu's hands.
On the way, Qinghua looked at Qingyi: "Aren't you planning to ask Lin Haiping?"
Qingyi smiled and said, "Qingwu is very strong, and we can't beat him together. If we really get angry with him, maybe we will be the one who is embarrassed."
Qinghua was puzzled: "What level is Qingwu?"
Qingyi thought for a while and said, "At least, he is a B-level. This is a famous martial arts fanatic among the Qing family's children. There is nothing else in his eyes except practice. He is also the only candidate for shadows who does not bring a guardian to participate in the shadow dispute, because the guardian can only be at the highest level C, which is not as good as himself."
At this time, Qing Wu, who was in the big office, handed the prisoner to the agent, and he fell asleep on the table again, not caring about the blood on his body.
It seems like this is commonplace.
The large office of the Third Intelligence Office no longer had the lively atmosphere of the past, and everyone was quiet, as if it was shrouded in the center of a low-pressure vortex.
Everyone was thinking about a question: What exactly did Qingyi rely on to support him in this way?
Isn’t the Intelligence Department busy arresting people recently? Why did it suddenly come to participate in the shadow dispute?
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Qinghua brought all the agents back to the third floor of the Intelligence Department 1.
As soon as I entered the door, I found that the big office was empty, only Qingjun crossed his legs on the table and listened to music with his headphones.
Qingchen disappeared.
Qinghua asked Qingzhun: "Where is the boss?"
Qingjun took off his headphones with a smile and replied: "The boss went out alone and said he had something to do."
Qinghua walked to Qingzhun and picked up his headphones and listened. There was indeed a very loud singing inside: "You can speak lips? Why didn't you notice it before?"
"There are still many things you haven't discovered," Qingzhun said meaningfully.
Qinghua sent out other agents and asked Qingzhun in a low voice: "The boss has not made any public arrangements for you recently. Is there a secret task to hand it over to you?"
"You guess?" Qingjun responded with a smile.
"I guess, the boss wants you to catch the traitors in the seven groups," Qinghua whispered, "Is it right?"
Qingjun smiled and said, "Keep confidential."
Qinghua sighed that the internal structure of an intelligence department is very complicated, and it is common for each intelligence group to install traitors in other intelligence groups.
At this moment, Qingchen had already put on a white sportswear at some point.
He walked silently on the street, personally surveying and reconnaissing the most suitable trading location in his heart.
According to his agreement with Shadow, he will inform Shadow of the transaction location tonight.
The evening sunset is just right.
In the deep winter, the sun shines through the tall buildings and spreads on your body, warm.
However, the red setting sun shone on the glass of the building opposite, reflecting into Qingchen's eyes, making him unable to open his eyes.
A wandering guitarist on the street was gently tying the strings. His shoes were already ripped and his cheeks had been unshaved for a long time.
The singing is very beautiful, and the cover is exactly the work of Song Niao Niao. The original clean tone of Song Niao Niao has another flavor after being replaced by the vicissitudes of the smoky voice of the homeless guitarist.
In the distance, a car slowly drove past the intersection ahead. Under the reflection of the sunset, the vehicle seemed to be hidden in the light.
Qingchen stopped and listened, as if he was enjoying the tranquility of the moment, as if he had not noticed anything.
At this moment, a pedestrian passed by the wandering guitarist and threw down a coin.
However, after the one dollar coin fell to the ground, it did not lie quietly on the ground, but just bounced up and rolled upright towards the street.
When the wandering guitarist saw this scene, he hurriedly held the guitar and chased the coins.
The wandering guitarist didn't notice that just as he rushed to the street, the car was already close.
The driver in the car didn't expect that someone would rush out of the roadside. When he hurriedly turned the direction, the vehicle rushed to the sidewalk and rushed towards Qingchen.
Qingchen, who stopped, the out-of-control vehicle, and the wandering guitarist who bent down to pick up money, seemed to have nothing to do with everyone, but was wonderly connected together.
With a roar, the Pingzhi brand car hit the street lamp pole firmly on the roadside.
The boy who was supposed to be on the driving trajectory of the car had left the place at some point and was watching this scene thoughtfully.
The driver in the car looked at his scrapped vehicle and cursed at the wandering guitarist: "You are so stupid, why are you running to the middle of the road?"
The wandering guitarist ran away quickly.
Qingchen suddenly looked towards the direction of the PCA CIA headquarters. If that lucky classmate was igniting the forbidden ACE-054 match, then he must be looking at him from this perspective?
He smiled and said, "Funny."
According to the speed of this car, if he hit Qingchen, his legs would probably be broken, but he would not die.
It seems that I am glad that I have set my sights on him, but I can only create "injury incidents" and not "kill incidents".