Gene from the 13th Department of Bright City

There was a cough, and Gene wiped away the overflowing tears and looked at the cigarette in his hand.

"Enough, where did you get it?"

Zhang Tuo said with a smile.

"What I grow in my own private garden is just a secret. After all, tobacco requires a license."

The two of them had drank a lot, and Zhang Tuo was smoking a cigarette drunkenly. The days when he and Jean drank and smoked together like this were the distant days of young boys.

"It's just Jean. Most of the time, those congressmen come here in twos and threes. Although they come here a lot, how on earth are they going to find out where they will gather within a month."

There are several large groups of congressmen, but there are also small groups within these large groups. The situation is complicated. Large gatherings of congressmen are not common, but small gatherings often occur.

Gene smiled slightly and blew out a puff of thick smoke. He was still a little uncomfortable with this kind of unprocessed tobacco. It was very choking and a little spicy in his throat.

"Don't worry, MPs have been having extremely frequent gatherings recently, and there will also be big gatherings. You can take this opportunity to find out where they like to gather."

Although Zhang Tuo was very drunk, when Jean said this, he must have done something, at least something that caused a sensation in the whole city, because Jean's smirking expression had already betrayed him.

"If you say that, I will feel at ease. I will say hello to my informant girls."

Zhang Tuo didn't have any special means, but he knew the power of women after taking root in Qinglong Street many years ago. He used money and other things to win over many women who served on this street. These women ranged up to Members, down to ordinary staff members, have all been received. During the contact, you will naturally hear some clues. Especially some women with some skills can even pull out something else. Women's pillow style is very powerful in a sense. arms.

"Jean, you can drink by yourself first. We will have barbecue on the roof after it closes. I have to go down and take care of the store."

Zhang Tuo said and went down, and Gene lay comfortably on the sofa.

"Would you like two women to come up and keep you company?"

Zhang Tuo just walked out and turned around to say, Gene had closed his eyes and planned to take a nap, Zhang Tuo shook his head helplessly.

Didi didi

A burst of orange light shot out from Gene's cell phone, followed by a light and shadow screen. This emergency pop-up contact from Section 2 could not be refused.

"Hahaha, you really dare to be Gene. I haven't laughed until my abdominal muscles cramped in a long time."

Mo Xiaolan was still smiling in the video, and Gene sighed helplessly, but in an instant, Gene stared at Mo Xiaolan coldly.

"Tomorrow night the General Affairs Section will announce a video conference, and the day after tomorrow is your stupid girl's inauguration ceremony. The identity information has been replaced by Section 9. This is the best result. No objections are allowed."

Gene nodded, with a serious expression and his chin in his hands.

"The fact that you use special contact means that you have thought of something."

"The day after tomorrow is an excellent opportunity. Those rioters hiding in the city will not miss this banquet. I have already started to weave a web. Jean, this matter only requires the two of us to plan it. Since there is a season finale, we will There may be more season finales.”

Gene picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. After putting it down, he stood up and joked with a smile.

"Are you a spider?"

The first floor is the drinking area, and the second and third floors are the service areas. After Zhang Tuo came down, some women had finished their work and were smoking cigarettes at the door.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhang Tuo would say something to every woman he passed. After arriving downstairs, Zhang Tuo immediately saw a fat man sitting in the corner, wearing a loose coat and a mask. Two girls had already gone over to sit with him. But the fat man looked everywhere with his sneaky eyes, as if he was looking for someone.

Zhang Tuo did not welcome such guests. He immediately winked at a few mutant bodyguards and walked over himself. Guys like this looking around did not come here for entertainment, but held other people in their arms. Purpose, Zhang Tuo doesn't want any problems.

"Is there anything the guest is dissatisfied with?"

The fat guy in front of him immediately stood up and stared at Zhang Tuo with a pair of big eyes. For a moment, Zhang Tuo seemed to be familiar to him somewhere. He immediately put his arms around the neck of the fat man who was only 1.6 meters tall and pulled him. Also turned towards the wall.

"Damn it, Jean is here. Take me to see him quickly. If you dare to lie to me, you won't have to open your store tomorrow."

Zhang Tuo's eyes widened, looking at the fat man who had pulled down a little of his mask, swallowed, and immediately nodded with a smile.

"It turns out to be Fat Brother. I'm sorry. It's indeed up there. You can just find an excuse to come up later. After all, you don't want to reveal your identity, otherwise the whole city will know about it tomorrow."

Locke nodded.

click

The door to the room was opened, and sure enough, Gene was lying on the sofa and sleeping.

Locke stared at Gene fiercely, and his stomach growled.

"Xiao Zhang, I haven't eaten yet this afternoon, please get me something to eat."

"How did Fat Brother get to this point?"

Locke said, holding his aching stomach.

"It's not this bastard who did it."

After a while, Gene felt a breath of breath, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Locke's broad, plump cheeks staring at him with an extremely angry expression.

"Hey, how did Xiaopang find this place?"

"You bastard, bastard Gene, how could you do such a thing? Where do you want the faces of 13 departments and our General Affairs Department to go? Do you want my life?"

Locke grabbed Gene's collar and lifted him up, pushing him constantly.

After a while, the meat on a grill was sizzling with oil. Zhang Tuo wisely put down his drink and retreated.

Locke's tears rolled down his face as he ate the barbecue.

"You said you are doing something bad. You want a secretary. 12 departments can grab a lot of them. What kind of bad thing do you want? You find such a crooked person. I have just been forgiven by my daughter and my wife recently. The family is in harmony, but now you have caused such a big thing. You want me to carry this blame, which I can’t carry. Jean, you bastard, why do you always do such things? Michelle is about to explode with anger. My heart hurts so much.”

After a few sips of wine, Locke was already in tears. In the elite institutionalized business department, it is absolutely not allowed to have such an alien from the bottom. This is also a breakthrough. If it is not possible, If the elite can hold such an important position, then the congressmen are justified. After all, talking nonsense is what they are best at.

Once such a pretext falls, Locke really can't imagine the scene in the Congress Hall. The scene will be worse than the battlefield.

"It's all decided. Little Fatty will be fine. Haven't you already thought of a way? Just do what you want. The result is not important. There will be bigger moves in the future. Our 13th department."

Locke's body trembled, his drunkenness disappeared, and his eyes widened.

"Say, if there is any big move, please talk to me first, bastard Gene."

After a while, the wine glass in Locke's hand began to shake. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It seemed that his stomach hurt again. This kind of neurological stomach pain only occurs when the psychological pressure is extremely high. .

Looking at the names of the five death row inmates and LV0 level criminals that were called up on Gene's cell phone, Locke didn't know what to say anymore. He patted his forehead.

"Do you really want my life? Bastard Gene."

As he spoke, Jean pulled out another document with two big words on it, amnesty.

"Help me submit this amnesty bill to Congress. I remember that only 300 people need to agree before it can enter the review stage, and then only more than half of the votes are needed to activate the bill."