District 9

Two days later, at 4:30 in the afternoon.

In Luhuai City, District Seven, on the second floor of a building on Jianlin Road, a dozen men and women were getting ready to get off work.

"Xiao Le, let's go have something to eat tonight. I have something to tell you." A man shouted after changing into casual clothes and walking out of the dressing room.

"I have to call you around six o'clock."

"Okay."

The two exchanged a few words. The young man who put on casual clothes turned around and left, while the young man named Xiao Le sitting next to the computer was preparing to record the day's work content.

There are a lot of software on the computer. Xiao Le refreshed the information with the mouse, picked up the notebook, and lowered his head to write down the time and content. However, he accidentally discovered that a new post was posted on an electronic social platform he was monitoring.

The content of the post was unremarkable. It was a message about purchasing computer hardware. In addition to sample pictures, it also included several sets of hardware data.

This information caught Xiaole's attention. He lowered his head and opened his work cabinet, took out a set of used notebooks, and rummaged through it carefully.

In the office, most people were getting ready to get off work, and colleagues who came to take over their shift in the evening had also finished changing in the locker room.

Xiao Le lowered his head and rummaged through the record book for a while, then suddenly turned around and shouted: "Team leader, team leader, the situation here is a bit abnormal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man who had changed into casual clothes came over after hearing the sound, bent down and looked at Xiao Le and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The contact information used in the unsolved case on April 23 has appeared again." Xiao Le immediately stood up and said: "The preamble information is the same, but the several sets of numbers interspersed in the middle are different."

The team leader heard the sound and grabbed the mouse of Xiaole's computer and browsed the post.

"I read it, but there was no reply to the post." Xiao Le added next to it: "It's just a very simple message."

"Damn, we have to work overtime again." The team leader immediately stood up and replied: "Don't leave, everyone from the second team. Baoming will go to the 4th prison. I will report to the top of the main criminal who filed the 4.23 case."

The people in the second group immediately came over upon hearing the sound, each sat at their workstations, and became busy again.

…

About forty minutes later.

A man in a suit and leather shoes walked into the second floor. He is about 1.7cm tall, of medium build, about thirty-five years old, and looks very fierce.

"Minister Jiao!"

"Minister Jiao!"

"...!"

Everyone immediately gathered around and said hello.

The man in the suit is named Jiao Peng. He is the top leader of the Military Intelligence Department of the Xu Clan in the Seventh District. He used to serve in the Military Intelligence Department of the headquarters. He was later appointed by Xu Hancheng and was sent out to work alone.

After Jiao Peng came in, he waved his hand and said: "Other groups will work normally. People from the second group will come to the conference room."

…

Tens of seconds later, in the conference room.

Jiao Peng sat in the first place and asked expressionlessly: "What's going on?"

"It's just a set of information. It appeared in the April 23 case. We can't verify the specific content." Xiao Le replied.

"Did anyone bring it here?" Jiao Peng asked.

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. The leader of the second team stood up and opened the door. He saw four plainclothes soldiers escorting a middle-aged man in.

This middle-aged, fair-looking man is very tall, but none of the clothes he wears have buttons or zippers. Even the zipper under his pants for peeing is just a rope less than one finger long. Tethered.

This style is generally only worn by prisoners who are being held in prisons or detention units, because in order to prevent suspects or criminals from committing suicide, these items are not allowed on their bodies.

"Come in!" Jiao Peng shouted to the people outside.

The leader of the second group communicated with the four soldiers before letting them leave, and then he walked in with the middle-aged man.

"Show him." Jiao Peng ordered.

Xiao Le stood up, placed the computer in front of the middle-aged man, pointed at the post on it and asked, "Can you translate it?"

"No need for translation." The middle-aged man quickly glanced at the post and said calmly: "This is a message from the top to convey orders."

Jiao Peng looked at him with gloomy eyes: "What do you mean?"

"The number in the middle represents the specific executor."

"How can the executor get in touch?" Jiao Peng asked.

"There is no need to contact the upper management. There is an electronic communication group, which will provide more up-to-date information." The middle-aged man replied.

"You do it." Jiao Peng thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Le, give him the computer."

"What are the benefits of doing this?" the middle-aged man asked Jiao Peng calmly.

"It's impossible to let you go. You have value and can live more comfortably." Jiao Peng thought about it and said, "I will protect you from death."

The middle-aged man hesitated, stretched out his hand to pull a stool, and bent down to sit next to Jiao Peng.

…

Sichuan Mansion, the capital.

Sitting in the car, Ma Laoer turned to Brother Xiao and said, "If the matter can be pushed forward, you have to contact me over there to help with evacuation."

"I'll just go with you and that's it." Brother Xiao said with a yawn.

"No, no, we have formalized it now, and we are responsible for the specific details of this matter." Ma Laoer looked at him with a smile: "You are a meritorious person, we don't dare to use you."

"Fuck." Brother Xiao cursed, took out his cell phone and said, "Okay, I'll contact you."

"Yeah." Ma Laoer whispered: "You don't need too many people, just seven or eight people in Luhuai, but they must be reliable."

"Understood!" Brother Xiao asked softly while holding the phone to find the number, "Who are you going with?"

"Brother Di and I are responsible for controlling the outside. There needs to be a dedicated person to deal with the matters inside." Ma Laoer cursed: "Damn it, Chen Jun also spent a lot of resources on this person."

"Can it be done?"

"It's hard to say, let's try it."

"Yes." Brother Xiao put the phone to his ear, waited for a while and said, "Hey, Heizi! Something happened, is it convenient to talk...?"

…

Inside the Waka Bar in Luhuai, District 7.

"Damn it, are you looking at me with that stupid look again?" Fu Zhen was sitting in the booth, cursing at a young man of his own age.

"Brother, you are playing dice. If I don't look at you, who will I look at?" The other party felt aggrieved.

"You call me one more time...!"

"Hey, Xiao Zhen, forget it, forget it, we are all friends, what are you doing? Forget it!"

A young man pulled the two of them apart in the middle, put his arms around Fu Zhen's neck and persuaded, "Give me some face, we are all friends."

"Fuck, he pretended to be stupid with me as soon as he came in. Ask anyone in the Navy Yard who dares to talk to me like that." Fu Zhen sat down angrily.

The young man gave some words of advice, then turned around and said to the friend who was being scolded: "Don't be like him, we are just here to have fun...!"

"Is he mentally ill? Didn't I offend him?"

"You're right, there is something wrong with his head." The young man whispered to his friend: "Experts have consulted and found that he is mentally ill."

"You're also sick. You're shaking your head with this mental illness. Damn it, you're done!"

While the two were talking, two men stepped in from the outside, turned around and glanced around, and sat at the edge of the bar.

…

Outside Fu's house, a car stopped.