Why do I need to explain to you how I have behaved throughout my life?

Holding the freshly baked transfer order, Zheng Qingming felt a little complicated.

He could roughly imagine the reason for the independence of Command 101. There must be a power game between conservatives and radicals behind it, but in the end, it was he who benefited from the game.

Sitting in his position, there are too many things to consider. Sometimes, he really envies those legendary "pure" extraordinary organizations, such as the Blackstone Research Institute. Being the director doesn't seem to have to worry too much, as long as he can

Just hit it...

Sighing and putting all these messy things behind him, Zheng Qingming focused his attention on his mobile phone again.

He used the account of Command No. 101 - now it should be called Command No. 101 - to buy up all the psychic bullets in stock shown on the page in one go, paying a sum of money that would make the Financial Secretary slam the table and scold him.

Finally, Blackstone Research Institute received the order in one second, and a dedicated customer service called him very enthusiastically to ask if it needed to be delivered to a designated location, such as a frontline position where efforts were being made to seal off contaminated areas.

The number of spiritual bullets is not large, and only ten bullets are distributed to frontline soldiers. However, with these items, they can at least effectively kill and contain pollutants. If used well, they may be able to successfully eliminate pollution.

area.

I have to thank Blackstone Research Institute... By the way, where is their director?

Zheng Qingming remembered that after he and Yan Luge left the polluted Haicheng headquarters, they came to the temporary camp.

Yan Lüge casually handed him a purchase page for psychic bullets, yawned and said, "I'm so exhausted, I'm going to rest." He ran to find a place to rest by himself, and after a while he heard that he ordered it.

A takeaway meal cooked by a five-star chef from a well-known hotel in Haicheng and delivered to your door.

But Command Department No. 101 is a confidential unit after all. Even the temporary camp is confidential and cannot allow outsiders to come in and out at will. However, Yan Lüge's background is too great, so the guard responsible for guarding the gate had to ask Zheng Qingming over and over again.

Zheng Qingming and the others were stationed in this place full of weeds, and had to survive in the wilderness. They set up tents, lit bonfires and ate dry food. Until last night, Yan Lüge raised his eyes and relied on his keen sixth sense to find the place.

The former boss of the old factory built a single-room dormitory for himself, which has a bed, bathroom, refrigerator, and air conditioning...

His shadow squirmed in the dim light of the morning, looking weird and terrifying.

He was hesitating whether to split a shadow worm and sneak in through the crack in the door to take a look.

——Yan Lüge didn't even say hello, he just ran away.

While he was struggling, Zheng Qingming suddenly saw someone running towards him from the corner of his eye, shouting as he ran: "Director, Director, it's not good!"

The visitor came closer, glanced at the words carved on the door of Yan Lüge's room, took a breath, and said: "About an hour ago, Director Yan tried to leave the camp, knocked out twenty-four people, and grabbed

A car came and left."

Although Yan Lüge yawned as soon as he came back and said that he was so tired and wanted to sleep, in fact he did not sleep. Ordering a five-star takeaway for dinner was not enough, and then he ordered hot pot and skewers one after another.

Duck necks, milk tea, melon seeds, popcorn, etc. I also bought speakers, sofas, projectors, curtains, soundproof walls online from nowhere, and had them delivered to my door in the middle of the night.

Unable to refute.

Zheng Qingming: "..."

This temporary camp is located in an old factory near the polluted area. This old factory has been shut down for a long time due to poor profitability. It was bought by the No. 101 Command Department. It was originally intended to be converted into an outer employee apartment, but the construction has not yet started. Haicheng

A pollution incident occurred at the headquarters.

And he, Zheng Qingming, director of the No. 101 Command Department, had to eat the tasteless individual soldier rations and work overtime until dawn.

It's just that at this moment, Zheng Qingming is not sure whether this word was written by Yan Luge.

"What happened?"

Zheng Qingming was defeated by this logic genius.

Zheng Qingming: "First Class C."

Now that he was getting closer, Zheng Qingming found that the door was closed, but there were a few words carved on the door. They were not deep and the handwriting was a bit messy, as if they were written randomly on the door with his fingers: I'm leaving, goodbye.

.

After stretching his stiff body, Zheng Qingming walked toward Yan Lüge's room in the increasingly bright light.

——Damn it, I’m working overtime here all night long, what the hell are you doing at night?!

After all, as the main body of the shadow worm, he shares all the senses of the split worm... The feeling of being eaten is a little too subtle...

Zheng Qingming:???

That makes perfect sense.

The words on the door were written when he was halfway through the journey before he remembered to leave a message, so he came back to carve it out. It was just like when he left the Blackstone Islands and was about to take off, he remembered to write a small note to Bella.

.

After struggling all night, Yanluge's private theater was finally installed in the early hours of the morning, and he let the guy sit on the sofa, eat snacks, and watch a movie comfortably.

Yan Lüge: "The duck neck I called can get into my belly, a Class A secret, but it can't get into your Class C secret place?!"

"Then what classification level do I have in your file?"

Yan Lüge's door was closed tightly.

In desperation, in order to avoid being disturbed by his work, Zheng Qingming had to send someone to help him get takeout and help him install the screen.

Yan Luge on the opposite side pondered for two seconds: "What is the secret level of your temporary camp?"

Lao Zheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he called and gently advised the music to stop and endure the difficult conditions for the time being.

The reason why I am still hesitating is that on the one hand, I feel it is not polite, and on the other hand, I am afraid that a guy with a recipe that has no taboos will swallow his 70-point worm as if it were breakfast...

When Zheng Qingming received the request for instructions from his subordinates for the fifth time, the spicy duck necks ordered by Yanlu Ge had just been flown in by helicopter from 200 kilometers away and were hovering over the temporary camp, preparing to land.

"...First Class A."

Since he was the chief's distinguished guest and savior, a group of people had no choice but to watch him humming and minding his own business as he moved in.

As for why the takeaway was personally prepared and delivered by a five-star chef from a well-known hotel, it may be because that hotel is owned by Yan Fu...

"Speaking of which, it's also our fault." The visitor sighed, "Director Yan came to borrow the car very politely, but the person in charge refused because he didn't know him... Then, everyone was beaten up by Director Yan.

, until just now I woke up one after another."

Zheng Qingming was confused: "Won't he call me and say something? It's only three sentences at most, half a minute, and I won't refuse to borrow it."

The visitor raised his head, glanced at Zheng Qingming quickly, and then lowered his head: "But it only took a second for Director Yan to knock everyone unconscious."

Zheng Qingming: "..."
Chapter completed!