Super Species Player

Chapter 84 The Prelude to Night

Ji Ming stood in the night, condescending, like a god of death about to be executed.

This gave Jiang Qian a certain illusion as he gradually approached:

Are you here to pick me up? You're not here to arrest me...

The next moment, Ji Ming had disappeared from the rock wall, and when he appeared in front of Jiang Qian, the shocking battle ax had disappeared.

"Minister." Jiang Qian greeted the other party quietly.

Ji Ming's always dim gaze paused for a moment on Jiang Qian's face, then looked him up and down slowly and carefully before saying, "Congratulations on evolving to the second state."

Jiang Qian followed the good advice: "Thank you, Minister, for your concern. I never thought you would come here in person."

"Mr. Lan is still in the hospital, so it's not convenient to come here." Ji Ming said, made a simple gesture, turned around and walked towards the mountain road a few hundred meters away.

That's not what I meant... Jiang Qian kept up and asked the question he was concerned about: "How is Teacher Ye doing now?"

"It's not life-threatening at the moment."

Ji Ming knew everything and said: "But her crisis is not in her injuries. Ye Xiaojing was diagnosed and assessed as having a high risk of mutation, and she confessed to eating mutated people alive, which aroused the anger of Donghai's top brass and is currently under isolation supervision." , waiting for punishment. Mr. Lan is coordinating this matter."

Sure enough... Jiang Qian felt a little heavy.

This is not only a pity for Ye Xiaojing, but he has also realized it deeply. I wonder if one day he will also become the subject of supervision due to "out of control" - mitigation or solution measures must be implemented as early as possible.

"What will happen if she is under supervision? Can she still be cured?"

"It's hard to say." Ji Ming only gave two words this time.

When the two approached the mountain road, Jiang Qian saw the flickering lights on the opposite side and other search and rescue vehicles.

Obviously Ji Ming was not the only one who came here this time. Ji Ming made arrangements to ensure that he would not come into contact with any other suspicious people as soon as he returned.

"Did this escort mission go smoothly?" Jiang Qian suddenly asked.

"The metamorphosis mutant has successfully arrived in Beijing." Ji Ming said without hesitation, "The fish has bitten the hook, and you are the bait."

You're quite honest. Don't you want to talk to me about this dangerous situation? Could it be out of guilt that he came to be the protector in person and watch me out of seclusion... Jiang Qian immediately expressed his understanding: "That's true."

Looking back at the many processes involved in this escort, some clues can be gleaned.

For example: There are so many routes from Jinping to Beijing, but the execution team chose the inefficient train to travel;

Another example: the female doctor who exists to ensure the survival of mutants has never checked the situation in the box since getting on the car, and completely ignores his function as a caregiver, etc.

Of course, Jiang Qian still had many questions about this escort mission, such as the betrayal of the Bear team and the safety of the escorts, but these were not things Ji Ming had the obligation to inform him.

Ji Ming didn't immediately ask him anything about this copy.

After answering a few phone calls during this period, Ji Ming and Jiang Qian set out on the road.

"Don't go home tonight." Ji Ming put away the phone and said.

"Okay." Jiang Qian had already been mentally prepared: the incident was extraordinary, and the leader must have a lot of things to confirm with himself.

"Stay at my house."

"?"

Ji Ming took out the car key from his pocket, pressed it and threw it to Jiang Qian.

"The car has a navigation system." He didn't even bother to specify where he lived.

From the looks of it, Jiang Qian is planning to work overtime as a driver.

However, the opposite happened.

"Minister, um," Jiang Qian took the fiery red car key and looked at the leader who was about to open the Enzo's passenger door in embarrassment, "I don't have my driver's license."

"Oh, it's okay." Ji Ming glanced at him and continued to open the car door.

"I mean," Jiang Qian coughed lightly and finally confessed, "I can't drive."

Ji Ming looked over expressionlessly.

…

A few minutes later, Jiang Qian was sitting in the passenger seat of the Ferrari Enzo, racking his brains to explain to his sister why he couldn't go home tonight:

"Yes, I'm working overtime. Well, the company has a very urgent project today... What's wrong with the intern? Can't the intern make some contribution to the development of the company to the best of his ability?"

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore, I'm busy... Don't forget to ask for leave from Teacher Tang for me, hang up~"

Putting away the phone, Jiang Qian let out a long sigh and continued to enjoy the silky smoothness of the leader's driving skills.

Ji Ming held the steering wheel, his expression as cold as ever:

"girlfriend?"

"My sister."

There was no communication along the way.

Mainly because not long after the car drove, Ji Ming's residence arrived.

Located to the south of the famous wealthy area of Jinping, the entire circled area is equipped with hidden fortifications that are invisible to the naked eye.

This does not include those facilities and institutions that Jiang Qian could not identify.

Ji Ming's villa is located in the center of the garden. He drove all the way to the door, and the security personnel took over the vehicle for him.

Jiang Qian even felt that the exaggerated construction of this place was comparable to that of the Duke of Highland. But the overall atmosphere gives people the illusion of being low-key and restrained.

He looked at the silhouette of Ji Ming in front of him on the right: This is an extreme and contradictory person.

But this impression soon dissipated. Contradictions are always relative. Out of the habit of observation and analysis, Jiang Qian began to try to find the inner logic of the leader's various performances.

After following Ji Ming through the door, a woman with a gentle temperament and a gentle appearance but wearing a professional suit came up to her.

"Minister, your video conference with Elder Jin will start in 20 minutes."

"Well, help him arrange a room."

Ji Ming handed the coat to Mo Sheng and said to Jiang Qian: "My assistant, Mo Sheng. I can't take care of you right now. You'll have some rest tonight and come find me in the study tomorrow morning."

"Okay Minister."

Jiang Qian glanced at the strange tattoos on Ji Ming's body and realized that they were not decorations that showed off his personality. Instead, they used artistic processing to cover up some of the originally hideous scars.

At this moment, he wanted to take out his mysterious glasses and take a closer look to see if these tattoos meant anything else.

After watching Ji Ming go upstairs alone, Jiang Qian followed a woman named Mo Sheng through the villa.

Along the way, Jiang Qian saw a series of facilities that had nothing to do with Ji Ming's identity: a piano, a violin, a studio, a record wall, and a room configuration that looked like a listening room.

"Are these all the minister's interests?" Jiang Qian asked as if casually.

Mo Sheng smiled: "It's not a hobby, he is a professional."

Professional... Jiang Qian tried to understand this description and imagined the inconsistent scene that Ji Ming created when he did these things.

"Before joining the Predator family, the minister was a well-known nobleman in the capital. He received an elite education since he was a child and was a famous talent at the time."

Jiang Qian noticed that when Mo Sheng said this, his eyes flickered with pride, but it quickly disappeared.

"I can't tell." Jiang Qian sighed.

"Because the Predator family doesn't need artists." Mo Sheng said gently, "We always have to face some trade-offs."

"Well, I heard that the minister is the ace of the Predator family. Can't even he be willful?"

"Just because he can, it's even more impossible."

Jiang Qian did not continue: "Sorry, I just asked casually."

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't care."

Later, Jiang Qian was taken to a suite. The suite was fully equipped. After washing, he put on a clean set of clothes and enjoyed an exquisite and delicious supper.

"You can just ring the bell if you need food and daily life. For other urgent matters, call me." This was Mo Sheng's instructions before leaving.

Jiang Qian came to the window and tried to sense the distribution of people in the villa with his spiritual vision, but unexpectedly failed.

The house seemed to be shrouded in a magnetic field, limiting his extra-species abilities.

"The Predator Family..."

He began to recall the theoretical lessons Lan Junxian had given him before. The concept of "major families" was defined in this way: high-level elites holding the same or similar species cards would win over each other by forming a family. A large number of allies form a community of interests in the super-species world.

Therefore, there is no so-called blood relationship among the elites within major families, but a special kinship relationship bound by identity, race and interests.

"Survival, profit, power..."

Jiang Qian came to this simple conclusion: it is the most possible option that is enough for a person to let go of himself and embark on a completely different path.

Looking back on the events he had experienced recently, the value system presented by the super-species world gradually formed a clear context in Jiang Qian's mind.

But there seems to be something missing.

He thought over and over again from his own rational and objective perspective: The thick, subtle, and cold rules go hand in hand, but they are more vital...

This abstract thought was quickly interrupted.

Jiang Qian lowered his eyelids.

At the moment, there were more specific things to worry about: the peacock spider, which also coveted his black alliance, animal instinct, and the news about Jiang Yang that needed to be verified.

…

Late at night.

In the damp underground prison, the firelight flickered.

The corpses of the tortured victims showed strange and terrifying shapes: their expressions were painful and twisted, their bodies were swollen or bursting, and their bloodshot eyes showed the horror or despair before death.

Follow the lingering wailing reputation.

An "old woman" wrapped in a black cloak, with a dark face and sunken eye sockets, is torturing her captive in a strange way.

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