Watching Team Leader Fang leave with a group of students from the Seventh Academy, the smile on Cheng Lin's face faded and turned into a thoughtful look.
The other party provided very little information, probably because the perpetrators were sophisticated, so there was very little information left. Otherwise, with the Seventh Division and the local police force, it would be hard to believe that there would be no clue about such a big matter.
"The gang commits the crime. There are about three people from outside the country. One of them is physical, and the rest are not sure. The highest level of cultivation is the second level, and there are no monks above the third level... This is natural. As for casual cultivators, a large organization like Black Fang will eventually
Too few, most casual cultivators, at this point in time, can be considered very good if they can cultivate to the second level..."
Cheng Lin sorted out this pitiful information, and the team leader and others responded with deep sympathy.
If such an important cultural relic is stolen, it will be a big trouble if it cannot be recovered.
Value is one aspect.
On another level, it would be really embarrassing if the stolen generals' figurines were to appear at an overseas auction one day.
After simple procedures, Cheng Lin successfully received this clue task.
Rewards are secondary, the main thing is being able to contribute to the country...
Well, that's what he said to the outside world anyway, and he spoke righteously.
Team leader Fang expressed his high respect for this, and then left quickly with Wu Shushan and other "interns" to continue the investigation.
Yes.
Wu Shushan and others are "interns", which roughly means that after they have completed the basic knowledge training in the college, they will start to cooperate with the Special Division to provide some internship tasks for current students.
After all, the vast majority of students will take up security positions after graduation and assist the department in handling local cases.
Proper experience is necessary.
Wu Shushan and others seemed to have good grades, so they were personally led by Team Leader Fang to work on this case.
At this moment, as the car left the alley of practitioners in Chang'an, Cheng Lin also put his second goal on the agenda.
"The spiritual planting seedlings have been purchased, and the jade stones for carving the barrier are not in a hurry. I will put them away first. Now, I should be able to meet the local black remnants."
Standing at the door of the alley of practitioners in Chang'an.
Cheng Lin looked at the big and quiet elm tree in the yard and made a decision.
I called Didi when I went out, and then returned to the hotel I booked.
Then I started to meditate and practice.
Wait until the time points to night.
The sun sets over the horizon.
The hotel windows gradually darkened, and the street lights suddenly turned on.
Cheng Lin, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating in the room, suddenly opened his eyes.
After drinking a cup of coffee to refresh myself, I summoned the light door and entered the "spiritual world".
I rummaged through the box and put on the coats I had reserved: a black sweatshirt, a peaked cap, a mask, sunglasses, and deliberately elevated shoes...
When Cheng Lin finished changing his clothes, he looked in the mirror and saw that the person in the mirror had become completely unfamiliar.
"snort!"
He snorted a few times in front of the mirror and took a closer look. Cheng Lin looked like an actor about to audition.
Taking out the "pendant" and carefully closing the knob, Cheng Lin's hidden fourth-level aura overflowed unbridled.
As a result, a "cold, cruel and powerful" practitioner was reflected in the mirror.
After confirming that there was no problem, I took out the "roster" for final confirmation.
Cheng Lin then stepped out of the light door and returned to the real world.
Then he used "body control" to avoid cameras all over the street like a civet cat, and quickly escaped from the roof.
…
Although there is a record on the roster, it is different from reality after all. Cheng Lin wants to test and contact the local black remnants, which may not go smoothly.
There might still be a conflict, so he chose night.
"According to the information, the black organization in Chang'an is quite large, and its disguise is very deep. Its leader is an ordinary businessman with no cultivation experience. On the surface, he is like this, but secretly he is in charge of a local casual cultivator organization called '
Qinzhuang'.
However, on a deeper level, under his identity as the leader of 'Qinzhuang', he also has another identity, that is, the 'branch president' of the black organization here, which is equivalent to Zhu You."
The name of branch president may sound like someone from the top of the organization, but in fact it is not.
With the in-depth investigation of the black organization by Special Agents and the organizational structure model on the "roster", Cheng Lin has confirmed that the so-called "branch president" is just a downline of the development of the "president" and cannot be contacted at all.
Go to the core of the organization, which is the communication channel with foreign forces.
This is completely controlled by the president and hidden in his mind.
With his death came complete burial.
Even Cheng Lin didn't inherit this part of the information.
In other words, apart from having a better name, the branch president does not know much more about the organization than ordinary members.
This was also the reason why Cheng Lin dared to contact them.
…
Qin Province is very big, and Chang'an City is also very big.
As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is also the safest place. The headquarters of the "Qinzhuang" organization is also in Chang'an, but it is located in the suburbs.
If you're in a hurry, 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 person Cheng Lin is looking for has a surname of Zhang. He owns several star-rated hotels in the province and has assets worth hundreds of millions.
Although he is not ranked highly in the province, he is still a well-known entrepreneur.
In addition to the hotel, it also has a resort villa under Chang'an City, which is quite expensive.
Autumn has just begun in September.
The temperature has not yet dropped, and the villa is still in the peak season. There are few vacancies in the parking lot. There is an artificial lake inside, with countless lights shining on the shore, and it is very lively and bustling.
…
The entrance of a certain elegant small building in the villa.
"Boss Zhang, don't send me away. You should go and rest quickly. Take care of yourself." A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman said and got into the car.
"Okay, boss Yu, let's meet up when we have time."
At the door, a middle-aged man with a red face and a strong smell of alcohol on his body, who seemed a little unsteady on his feet, waved his hands enthusiastically.
He seemed to be drunk, and his speech was somewhat awkward.
Showing an ugly look of being drunk.
When the engine sounded, he drove the man away quickly.
The drunk Zhang Hou burped, then raised his right hand and shook it.
Then, I saw a person walking out of the small building quickly. He stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Hou on the back.
The next moment, the pores on Zhang Hou's body opened, and the alcohol spit out as if driven by some kind of force.
A strong smell of alcohol filled the air.
Standing in the middle, Zhang Hou's face turned red and his eyes became clear.
"Water." Zhang Hou shook his head, the drunkenness dissipated from his face and said.
The young man next to me handed over a bottle of water.
While Zhang Hou was drinking water, the young man frowned and said, "Brother, Boss Yu is not a good guy. He is a typical smiling tiger. If you entertain him like this, he may not appreciate it."
"I know," Zhang Hou screwed the bottle cap on, exhaled, and blew in the cool breeze by the lake. His voice was low and his tone was not good. "Feng shui is turning, and now it is his turn to be famous. There will be a long time to come. There will always be him."
Please give me a day."
The young man next to him who looked very similar to Zhang Hou said angrily: "But do we have to endure it now?"
"What if?"
"As I say, let me bring someone to give him some color to see." The young man whispered, and the spiritual energy on his body fluctuated faintly.
"What you think is still too simple," Zhang Hou sighed, turned to look at his brother, and said, "A practitioner is like a knife, hurting others and hurting yourself. Do you think you have the ability? But in the Qin Province cultivation world
, we are still from the Seventh Division, we keep a low profile and still have room for survival. Once we jump too much or too frequently, even the gods can’t save us!"
"A practitioner's power must be used on the edge of the sword, and not wasted on such people and such trivial matters," Zhang Hou paused and squeezed the water bottle in his hand, "Especially, in
This is the time."
The young man was silent. After a moment, he raised his head and asked seriously: