This system is too salty

Paris, Chinese Embassy in France.

"...You write down this number. This is the Interpol officer Chen who has been in charge of Mr. Gu's case of selling cultural relics. He is also in Paris now. Give him the person."

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Yang didn't realize that the knuckles of his left hand were turning white.

He took two deep breaths to calm himself down, got up and went to the ambassador to report the matter.

It is one o'clock in the morning, and the ambassador has already gone to bed.

Secretary Yang found Counselor Cotyledon, the night owl who was in charge of the matter, and reported in detail.

After hearing this, Counselor Ye gave Secretary Yang a cigarette, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Give me a briefing to the ambassador with me in the morning, and you will light it with Interpol as well."

After a pause, he continued: "Don't worry, Mr. Gu will be caught sooner or later. You don't need to be impatient. Don't be too psychologically burdened. Your uncle's revenge will be avenged sooner or later."

"Ok, I know."

Secretary Yang's uncle died when he was chasing Mr. Gu more than ten years ago. He was shot four times and died before he was sent to the hospital.

Secretary Yang's parents died when he was 12 years old. Later, he grew up with his uncle, and they love each other.

He never forgot his uncle's hatred.

But as much hope, so much disappointment.

Originally, he wanted to catch that scum in one fell swoop this time, but in the end it still didn't work.

Sighing, he lit a cigarette and took a puff. Secretary Yang's eyes became firm again, and the light in his eyes became vigorous again.

On Zhao Mian's side, he hung up the phone, took out a mobile phone in the space and dialed the number of Interpol Officer Chen.

The phone was connected quickly, Zhao Mian briefly talked about the matter, and then asked where to send the person.

"Give me the address, and I'll take someone to pick it up. By the way, Thomson, what's your Chinese name?"

"My name is Sun Dali, from SD, and my address is..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Mian directly put the phone back into the space.

Quietly smoking a cigarette in the car, Zhao Mian got up and erased all traces that he might have left around.

If you catch a fake, there is no need to meet with the Interpol. If you catch the real Mr. Gu, then Zhao Mian will still consider it.

After tidying up, Zhao Mianyou checked the fake goods and the ropes tied to the two bodyguards, they were tightly bound and very secure.

Then he put on his backpack and performed light kung fu and ran to the distance.

After running for one kilometer, Zhao Mian stopped and hid in a place with a good view, where he could see the situation of the Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle.

After more than 20 minutes, four cars drove up quickly, and a dozen capable guys in suits and leather shoes got out of the cars.

The leader was a Chinese man in his forties, and it was the police officer Chen Jiaju who had spoken with Zhao Mian.

He didn't see Thomson who called him at the scene, so Police Officer Chen was also stunned for a moment, and then called to remind him that he was not in the service area.

"Sir, all three passed out. The phone was found in the driving position."

Officer Chen's thoughts were interrupted by his subordinate's words. He frowned and took the phone and turned on the screen.

There is no password on the mobile phone, and the video will automatically play as soon as the screen lights up.

The picture is in a warehouse, some workers are unloading goods from two trucks, and a few people beside them are inspecting the goods.

The video is exactly the backup that Zhao Mian secretly shot in the MP warehouse, and the original version is still in Zhao Mian's hands.

"Put it away, go back and find an expert to appraise it, and see if you can press these guys to death."

Officer Chen looked at it for a few minutes before giving the phone to his subordinates again. He looked around and saw that his subordinates had finished packing, so he ordered to go back to the headquarters.

At this time, a black subordinate ran over, "Sir, I just received the news that the MP warehouse in the bonded area was stolen and suffered heavy losses. Many people died at the scene and many people were unconscious. And..."

As he spoke, he handed Police Officer Chen a mobile phone, which was broadcasting live. On the screen, a reporter pointed to four almost naked men hanging from the street lamp and said something quickly.

"Interesting, half of the people took people back, and the rest followed me to the MP warehouse."

"Yes!"

Seeing a group of Interpol leaving, Zhao Mian stayed for another half an hour before getting up and walking along another path

Leave.

I made a big circle and came to a main road. In the middle of the night, I couldn't see a few cars, let alone taxis.

Zhao Mian took out his scooter, put on his helmet and rushed to the city.

It was past three o'clock when we returned to the hotel, and Zhao Mian asked the front desk of the hotel to book the earliest flight to Huaxia.

The earliest flight was at 09:30 in the morning, and the special plane from Dubai flew to Beijing.

At six o'clock in the morning, Zhao Mian, who was eating in the restaurant, received a call from Secretary Yang, asking where the cultural relics went with an urgent tone.

Secretary Yang got the news that the four members of MP were hung up with street lights, the warehouse was in a mess, and there were not many cultural relics left in the underground warehouse.

"Secretary Yang, don't worry, the cultural relics are safe. I sent them to China through the dark web. It will arrive in about ten days. I will let you know when they arrive."

"you..."

"You don't need to thank me. It's right to hand it over to the country. I'm going back to China today."

"Interpol over there..."

"It's all due to them. I don't know anything, so don't let me know."

"Then, okay." Secretary Yang lost his temper by Zhao Mian's robbing, and the two of them cut off the phone after a few more words.

Sitting on the special car from the hotel to Charles de Gaulle Airport, Zhao Mian enjoyed reading the news, and all the local news on his mobile phone were related reports from MP Company.

"...The chairman of the MP company and other four high-level executives were hung on the street lamp, and they were stripped to only a pair of underwear..."

"The police said the bomb was fake, and there were only a few bricks in the package around the waists of the four senior executives of the MP company..."

"The chief of the Paris police said at the scene that the police will definitely catch the perpetrator of this terrible case..."

"The reporter is now outside the warehouse of MP Company in the bonded area, and can see that Interpol has taken over the scene. According to reliable sources, many cultural relics stored in the vault of MP Company's bonded area have disappeared. These cultural relics belong to many companies and families. It’s really a heavy loss. The Huaxia dragon head, which has been frequently on the hot spot recently, is also among the missing cultural relics. It is reported that..."

"Interpol arrested many MP company executives overnight, and seized a large number of counterfeit cultural relics in a manor..."

Today is a good day.

Zhao Mian's frequent laughter caught the driver's attention.

A well-dressed Caucasian man in his thirties looked at Zhao Mian through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Sir, did you see something funny, or did your stock go up a lot?"

"Funnier than stocks, the news says four guys from MP got hung up on a street lamp."

The driver was also happy, "I've seen the news too, it's really interesting, but the shareholders who bought the shares of this company will be miserable, today is a bad day for them."

"Indeed, I hope they have a stronger mental capacity."

Arriving at the airport, it was 09:30 soon, but Zhao Mian's flight was delayed.

Always worried about what would happen again, Zhao Mian was a little worried, wondering if he had been exposed, and some people wanted to harm me.

It wasn't until the plane taxied and took off four or ten minutes late that the city was left behind that Zhao Mian breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he was thinking too much.

The plane stopped in Dubai for three and a half hours, then took off and headed straight for Huaxia Capital.

In Dubai, a bustling city in the desert, Zhao Mian followed the excited crowd out of the airport, wandered around, did some shopping, and then found a coffee shop to drink coffee quietly and brush his phone while waiting for the plane to take off again .

The wide-body passenger plane landed slowly at the Beijing Airport. It was already seven o'clock the next day. This was caused by the jet lag. There was a seven-hour time difference between Paris and the capital.

After leaving the airport, Zhao Mian's cell phone rang when he was about to take a taxi. It was Sun Hao calling.

"You boy, don't tell me when you return to China. If we don't have acquaintances in Paris, we don't know that you have arrived in the capital. Look in the direction of eleven o'clock."

Zhao Mian looked up and saw Sun Hao waving to him.

It is estimated that the acquaintance Sun Hao mentioned should be Secretary Yang in the Paris embassy. Zhao Mian only told him about returning to China.

Meeting Sun Hao, Sun Hao hammered Zhao Mian's shoulder, "You boy, you have done a big job, let's go, I will go through the entry procedures for you today."

"What's the big deal, don't accuse the good guy, I just went on a tour."

Zhao Mian refused to admit it, but Sun Hao shook his head and smiled and led the way to the parking lot.

"Brother Zhao, I'm here to carry your bag."

A smiling young man got out of the cab of a black Passat in the parking lot, stepped forward and snatched Zhao Mian's backpack.

This person is Li Fei, the mutated person in the Xiangjiang Zhang Dachu incident some time ago, and he did not expect to meet here again.

"This..."

Seeing that Zhao Mian didn't understand, Sun Hao explained casually: "I recruited Li Fei to my team, and he is still a rookie."

Li Fei put his bag in the trunk and got on the driver's seat. He turned to Sun Hao who had just gotten into the car and said, "Master, go back to work directly?"

"What time is it, I haven't gone to work yet, go have breakfast first, and go to that stewed restaurant."

The corner of Li Fei's mouth twitched twice, he sighed and started the car.

He is from Xiangjiang, and he really can't adapt to stewed food, but he can only listen to his boss. Who is Sun Hao? His boss has been teaching him how to control the strength in his body.

During the conversation along the way, Zhao Mian learned that Li Fei was "studied" for a few days and then regained his freedom, but he could not leave the capital and had to be there whenever he was called.His research value is not too high, not as valuable as Zhang Dachu's corpse.Sun Hao extended an olive branch to him and recruited him under his command.

The Luzhu restaurant that Sun Hao mentioned is an old restaurant that has been open for decades, and there is a long queue at the door.

Zhao Mian was able to adapt to this kind of food. After eating five bowls in a row, he patted his stomach and said, "Sixty percent full, I can't eat any more. The purines are too high, and it's easy to get gout."

Sun Hao, who had just put down the second bowl, twitched his eyebrows, and Li Fei, who had only eaten less than half of the bowl, looked at Zhao Mian as if he was looking abnormal.

After breakfast, the three of them drove to the unit Sun Hao mentioned.

Zhao Mian still has some small expectations.

The unit is in a large courtyard outside the third ring road, which is very similar to that kind of government compound. The six-story office building in the courtyard is also quite old.

There are several signs hanging at the gate, there are 9 Huaxia Meteorological Equipment Research Institutes, 15 Huaxia Geological Evaluation Institutes, and 29 Precision Equipment Operation and Assembly Research Institutes...

At a glance, there are no less than ten signs hanging at the gate.

"Do you want to be so exaggerated?"

"Don't be fooled by appearances, let's go." Sun Hao got out of the car and registered with the gate, and then got in the car.

The car drove into the compound and approached. Zhao Mian saw that the office building had been around for some years, and it looked very vicissitudes on the outside.

He worked so hard until it was dark to finish the formalities, which was rushed by Zhao Mian under the leadership of Sun Hao.

This counts as employment.

Full name of the unit: Huaxia Bureau of Natural and Supernatural Phenomena Research, directly under the jurisdiction of No. [-].

After a day's understanding, Zhao Mian learned that the place he was in was just a unit under the Research Bureau, and it was where Sun Hao was resident.

Sun Hao is a small captain of the third team, and his status is not very high.

There are two teams and one team above.

There are more than 100 people in the third team, mainly dealing with cases with little impact.

The second team, 36 people, deals with supernatural cases that are not reported by the news but cause great harm.

And the first team has only 12 people, which can be called the most important weapons in the country. Sun Hao doesn't know what they usually deal with, maybe they are just practicing in which base.

"By the way, your status is not very good, so you must recruit me as wool?"

Zhao Mian looked at the newly assigned 30-square-meter dormitory and asked Sun Hao who was lying on the sofa with Ge You.

"Of course I value your ability. Maxima often has it, but Bole doesn't often have it."

"speak English."

Sun Hao sat up straight at once, "I want to join the second team. Those guys said that I'm not good enough, it all depends on my relationship. Damn, I insist on showing them some results."

Passing a cigarette to Zhao Mian, Sun Hao continued: "Hey, it's a bit difficult to do it alone. I didn't realize that you are a beautiful jade. That's why I got you in my team."

"Master, the wine is here!" Li Fei pushed the door in with some packed meals.

The three of them ate and drank in the dormitory that night, which was a welcome for Zhao Mian.