Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 394 Accident

  In the Ninth District, the shadow candidate Qingwen was standing quietly on the covered bridge between the two buildings.

  The suspended covered bridge is like a steel cable hanging between two buildings.

   Every time Qingwen stands in this kind of place, overlooking the most absurd place in a city, he always feels a unique sense of detachment.

  He doesn't belong here, and he doesn't belong here.

  At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, 72 agents from the third intelligence service had entered the apartment building on his right, and completely sealed off the building according to the information provided by Qingwen's Harrier Falcon.

  Gunshots were heard in the building, but Qingwen's expression remained unchanged, he just stood on the cloud and watched the scenery.

  He didn't seem to take this arrest operation seriously. Although the agents were weak, his Kestrel Falcons were already hiding in the building, ready to attack at any time.

  The strength of those falcons is far beyond that of agents and killers.

In less than half an hour, his agents handcuffed the five killers and walked to the covered bridge to announce the good news: "Supervisor, they have all been caught, but there are only five in this apartment building. When fighting in the building, your subordinates The master shot in time, and only three of us were slightly injured."

  Qingwen smiled warmly and said, "Five is pretty good, there is still a long time."

At this time, an agent walked up to Qingwen and said in a low voice, "A friend of mine at the third division said that Qing Yi hadn't come to work at the third intelligence division until now, and Qing Wu also left shortly after we left." Yes, Qingshi is still chasing stars, so I'm glad I picked up some money once."

  What was unexpected was that Qingwen not only recruited Qingyi's agents, but also secretly bought the missing agent under Qingyuan's command.

  However, during the Qingwen operation, they did not bring Qingyuan's people with them, but left them in the third intelligence office as eyeliners, monitoring every move of other shadow candidates.

   Qingwen glanced at the detective, and said calmly, "Okay, thank you, I see."

  The detective seemed to be trying to get close: "Qing Yi is still young and playful, so there is nothing to worry about, but if Qing Wu suddenly goes out, will it cause any impact?"

  Qing Wen smiled and said, "It's okay, we just need to catch another killer."

  Shadow's requirement is to capture 6 or more killers, or to capture Lin Haiping, the commander of this operation.

   And there are 12 killers.

  So, it stands to reason that there are at most three shadow candidates who can get the advantage of the next task.

   Of course, Qingwen can catch everyone and cut off the path of other shadow candidates, but he doesn't think it's necessary, the time is still long, so he can play slowly.

   Now, he is already ahead of other shadow candidates, so naturally there is no need to panic.

  Qing Wen said with a smile: "I will return to the underground garage of the PCA CIA later, and I prepared some small gifts for everyone there."

   The agents were stunned for a moment, and then all of them became happy in an instant.

  They knew that Qingwen was very generous, and this was to reward them for their efforts in this operation.

  This gift is worth looking forward to.

  When they went back, the detectives saw a dark tide. Everyone wanted to get in Qingwen's car so that they could get closer to the new boss, but in the end the three oldest detectives squeezed into the car.

  Qing Wen didn't bother with all this, but just silently waited for the agents to make their own decisions.

  Go back to the underground garage of the No. 3 Intelligence Department, where Qingwen's servants have long been waiting here.

  The management here at the headquarters is not as strict as that of the Intelligence Unit. Qingwen only needs to make a phone call, and all his personal vehicles can be driven into the garage.

   Qingwen's servants opened two vans, and the trunks were full of 72 gifts.

  It was a basket of beef, bright red and attractive.

  The fresh meat was sealed in a basket with a safety film, quite like the fruit basket given by the watch world when visiting patients. The thick slices of meat inside were arranged in a beautiful rose shape.

  In the other world, because real beef is extremely scarce, even barbecue shops sell synthetic beef with a similar taste, which is nothing more than a more advanced synthetic protein.

  So, the most valuable gift in the other world is fresh meat.

  First of all, real fresh meat can only be seen in the markets in the upper three districts, and it costs several hundred yuan a catty, and the best beef even costs tens of thousands of yuan.

  The eyes of the detectives lit up when they saw this scene, and they roughly estimated that the basket of beef probably weighed 20 catties, enough to cover their monthly salary.

   If you carry this back, isn't the wife at home going to be very happy? !

  Qing Wen said with a smile: "This is just a small gift I prepared for everyone when I first arrived. There will be a generous gift before the Spring Festival. I hope you can continue to cooperate with my work in the near future."

  The detectives were so excited that they carried the five killers upstairs one by one with beef baskets.

  When they entered the big office one by one, the other agents who stayed behind saw the beef basket's eyes widen, looking incredible.

In fact, Qingwen chose to give gifts at this time because he wanted to make the agents under other shadow candidates envious. What he had to do was similar to what Qingchen did in the seventh group, except that the level of gifts was slightly lower. difference…

  However, at this moment, the door of the Intelligence Division 3 was pushed open again.

   When Qing Wen turned his head, he suddenly saw Qing Hua, who had arrested someone at the PCA CIA headquarters before, appearing outside the door.

  Seeing Qing Hua rushing in with dozens of people smiling, and then circled around the five chained killers twice: "This is the killer who attacked Shendai Fengqing Street, right?"

  Qingwen just wanted to go over to say hello to Qinghua, but suddenly saw a young man walking out from behind Qinghua, looking at him with a smile.

   Qingyi.

  Qingwen's pupils contracted for a while. He didn't expect that Qingyi, who didn't come to work today, would suddenly appear with so many people from the intelligence department.

  The old agents who are familiar with the rules and regulations of the PCA Federal Central Intelligence Agency have already realized that Qingyi is going to use the priority of the First Division of Intelligence to pick peaches!

  But Qingyi did not speak to Qingwen, but instead looked at the agents under his command.

   "This is the beef that Brother Qingwen gave everyone. He has always been so generous, but eating too much meat is not easy to digest," Qing Yi said with a smile.

  I'm not pretending anymore, I'm having a showdown!

  Actually, the boy Qingyi is a bit precocious at most, and the city is not as deep as he imagined.

  So, at this moment, Qingyi was extremely happy in his heart, and he was glad that he had worshiped a protective and powerful master!

  Mr. Qingchen is in charge of the intelligence department, and the other shadow candidates have been completely crushed by him in terms of official status!

  Why do those in power establish social rules, because they are the biggest beneficiaries of the rules.

  When a smart person kills someone, sometimes it is not necessary to use force, but to use rules.

   In Qing's eyes, his husband is a very smart person.

  The detectives of Qingyi were still holding the beef basket in their hands. When they found out that Qingyi used to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, they wanted to drop the beef basket and stand in line again, but it was too late.

   And they also knew very well that Qingyi, who had the support of the intelligence department, did not need them at all.

  Qinghua was making up the knife at the side. He looked at the agents and said coldly: "I bought you off with a little beef, and I completely forgot who my immediate boss is. It's really mud that can't support the wall."

  The agents lowered their heads even lower.

   Qingwen looked at Qingyi expressionlessly: "What do you want to do?"

  Qing Yi said with a smile: "It's nothing, just take away the killer you just caught."

   "Why?" Qingwen said coldly, "I caught it back."

  Qingyi turned to look at Qinghua: "Can we take it away?"

Qing Hua said: "Article 4 of Chapter Three of the PCA Rules and Regulations, the First Division of Intelligence has the priority of interrogation, and other Intelligence Divisions need to cooperate with the First Division of Intelligence to hand over suspects. Qingwen inspectors, you will not even change the rules and regulations of the PCA." Didn't take a good look at it."

  In the past, Qinghua would definitely not want to offend a shadow candidate, but now it is different, his back is particularly tough.

   Moreover, Qinghua is also very clear that the struggle for shadows is a life-and-death situation, and trying to be a fool will not end well.

  You can only bet on one side, and then bet that he can win.

  Since Qingchen's boss bets on Qingyi, Qinghua has no choice.

  Qinghua is very clear about his position, and being a loyal adjutant is his best path.

   "Yang Xuyang, hand over the prisoner!" Qing Hua said coldly.

  Qingwen wanted to say something, but found that his agents all lowered their heads, not daring to say a word.

  This is the difference between completely returning to the heart and running dogs. Qing Chen has already tidied up the agents of the seven teams, and each of them only has Qing Chen in their hearts, and Qing Wen just gave some small favors to buy them off.

   Compete with each other.

  If Qingwen completely subdued the detective like Qingchen did, I'm afraid the detective would have to face Qinghua even if he was punished, but what Qingwen did was far behind Qingchen.

  Qing Wen's face was livid and he didn't say a word, just watching Qing Hua take all five killers away.

  Qing looked at Qingwen with a smile: "Thank you, brother Qingwen."

   At this moment, the door of the Intelligence Division 3 was suddenly kicked open.

  I saw Qing Wu standing silently outside the door, holding a man whose life or death was unknown in his hand.

  Qing Wu's dark skin and resolute complexion are obviously the marks left by years of penance, wind and sun.

  He was still covered in blood, and everyone couldn't tell whether it was Qing Wu's blood or someone else's.

  Qing Wu didn't care about Qing Yi and the others, but said coldly: "My agent, put him in prison. This is Lin Haiping, the leader of the killer."

  Everyone was stunned for a moment, and no one expected that this boring gourd who was lying on the table every day went to find Lin Haiping alone and brought him back.

  Looking at the other person carrying an adult like a chick, maybe this must have the strength of C-level or above, right?

   There may even be a B-Class already!

   It's just that the agents in the big office didn't move. Some people gloated and thought that although Qing Wu was powerful, he was just making a wedding dress for Qing Yi.

  Now is just right, all the efforts of Qingwu and Qingwen will be given to Qingyi.

However, to their surprise, when Qing saw Qing Wuhou, he just smiled obediently and said hello: "Brother Qingwu, my mother said a few days ago that she must come to my house next time. She cooks ribs for you to eat."

  Qing Wu was stunned for a moment, then calmly said: "Yes, I see."

   After finishing speaking, Qingyi actually took the person away just like that, and didn't try to **** Lin Haiping who Qing had no hands at all.

  On the way, Qing Hua glanced at Qing Yi: "Aren't you going to want Lin Haiping?"

Qing Yi smiled: "Qing Wu is very strong, we can't beat him together. If you really want to annoy him, maybe we are the ones who will lose face. Don't worry, I won't let everyone follow me to take such a risk .”

  Qinghua was puzzled: "What level is Qingwu?"

Qing Yi thought for a while and said: "At least it is a B-level. This is a well-known martial idiot among the children of the Qing family. He has nothing else in his eyes except cultivation. He is also the only one among the shadow candidates who does not wear a guard." Those who participate in the shadow battle, because the Dao protector can only be C-level at the highest, not as good as himself."

   At this time, Qing Wu in the big office handed over the prisoner to the detectives, and fell asleep on the table again, not caring about the blood on his body at all.

  As if this is commonplace.

   It's just that when the detectives picked up Lin Haiping, they discovered that the killer's mastermind had completely severed his hands and feet, and all of them were comminuted fractures.

  Someone opened Lin Haiping's sleeve and took a look. The clear fingerprints on it proved that the other party's bones were forcibly broken by Qing Wu!

  Qingwen glanced at Qingwu, and he was even a little worried that Qingwu would be so beastly at this moment, killing all the shadow candidates in the office.

   This is also the most direct way to fight for shadows.

  In the big office of the Third Intelligence Division, there was no active atmosphere in the past, and everyone was quiet. The place seemed to be shrouded in the center of a vortex of low pressure.

  Everyone is thinking about a question, what exactly does Qingyi rely on to make the intelligence department support him so much?

   Isn’t the intelligence department busy arresting people recently, why did they suddenly come to participate in the shadow dispute?

  …

  …

  Qinghua took all the agents back to the third floor of the intelligence office.

  As soon as he entered the door, he found that the big office was empty, except for Qing Zhun, who had Erlang's legs on the table and listened to music with headphones.

  Qing Chen also disappeared.

  Qinghua asked Qingzhun: "Where's the boss?"

  Qing Zhun took off his earphones with a smile and replied: "The boss went out alone and said he has something to do."

  Qinghua was stunned for a moment. He went to Qingzhun and picked up the earphones to listen. There was indeed a very loud singing voice: "You can lip language? Why didn't you find out before."

   "There are still many things you haven't discovered," Qingzhun said meaningfully, "Did you bring it back?"

   "Brought it back," Qinghua nodded, "It has been imprisoned in a secret prison."

  At this time, Qinghua suddenly wondered, just now the boss told all their agents to go out collectively to help Qingyi arrest someone, maybe he just wanted to send them away so that he could have a chance to travel alone?

  What the other party is going to do is so mysterious.

  In addition, the new boss might not trust the agents of Team Seven.

  Qinghua dismissed the other detectives and asked Qingzhun in a low voice: "The boss hasn't disclosed any jobs for you recently, is there a secret mission for you?"

   "Guess?" Qing Zhun responded with a smile.

   "I guess, the boss wants you to catch the mole in Group Seven," Qinghua said in a low voice, "Is that right?"

  Qing Zhun smiled and said, "Secret."

  Qing Hua sighed, the inside of the intelligence department is very complicated, and it is not uncommon for each intelligence group to plant insiders in other intelligence groups.

  At this moment, Qing Chen had already changed into a white sportswear at some point or place.

  He walked silently on the street, personally surveying and scouting the most suitable trading place in his mind.

  According to his agreement with Shadow, he will inform Shadow of the transaction location tonight.

  The sunset in the evening is just right.

  In the deep winter season, the sun penetrates the tall buildings and shines on the body, making it warm.

   It's just that the red setting sun shone on the glass of the opposite building and reflected into Qing Chen's eyes, which made him unable to open his eyes.

  A homeless guitarist on the side of the street is gently plucking the strings. The shoes under his feet are already torn, and there is also a beard that has not been shaved for a long time on his cheek.

  The singing voice is very beautiful, and the cover is just Song Niaoyou's work. After replacing Song Niaoyou's clean timbre with the vicissitudes of life of a tramp guitarist, it has a different flavor.

  In the distance, a car slowly passed the crossroads ahead. Reflected by the setting sun, the car seemed to be hidden in the light.

  Qing Chen stopped and listened, seeming to enjoy the tranquility of the moment, as if he didn't notice anything.

   At this moment, a pedestrian passed by the stray guitarist and dropped a coin.

   It's just that after the one-dollar coin fell to the ground, it didn't lie quietly on the ground, but just bounced up and rolled upright towards the street.

  The wandering guitarist saw this scene, and hurriedly chased the coin with his guitar. This dollar is already very important to him, because it means that he can eat fast food and synthesize protein to satiate his stomach tonight.

   The stray guitarist didn't notice, but when he rushed down the street, the car was close at hand.

  The driver in the car didn't expect a person to rush out from the side of the road, and when he hurriedly turned the direction, the car suddenly rushed into the sidewalk and rushed towards Qing Chen.

   Qing Chen who stopped, the car that got out of control, the homeless guitarist who stooped to pick up money, all of them seem to be unrelated, yet they are wonderfully connected together.

  With a loud bang, the Mercedes-Benz slammed into a light pole by the side of the road.

  The young man who was supposed to be on the track of the car had already left the spot at some point, and was looking at this scene thoughtfully.

  The driver in the car looked at his scrapped vehicle and yelled at the homeless guitarist: "You don't have eyes, what are you doing in the middle of the road?"

  The stray guitarist ran off in a hurry.

  Qing Chen suddenly looked in the direction of PCA CIA Headquarters. If that lucky student was lighting a forbidden ACE-054 match, then he must be looking at him from this angle, right?

  He smiled and said, "Interesting."

  According to the speed of this car, if he hits Qing Chen, there is a high probability that his legs will be broken, but he will not die.

   From the looks of it, I'm glad I've spotted him, but I can only create "injury incidents" and not "murder incidents".

  …

  5,000-word chapter, there is another chapter at 11 pm.

   Looking for a guaranteed monthly pass in October!

  (end of this chapter)