After thinking for a moment, Fang Zong called the liaison center of the Ghost Killing Team.

The internal number, a three-digit number, was as fast as 110 (the emergency number in China). The call connected instantly, without even a beep. Then, after Fang Zong uttered a single sentence, the operator was completely dumbfounded.

Fang Zong only said four words: "Your phone is infected with a virus."

The other party only responded with three words: "Impossible!"

Then, check it immediately!

The military officers' mobile phones are all the latest and best customized versions, equipped with national-level security defenses. It can be said that unless the national internal network is compromised, it is impossible for any virus to infiltrate.

It's like some military generals who watch porn without restraint. Forget about viruses, even small plugins won't install automatically!

Install any software on your phone, and it will all be a clean, green version from the internet!

Not only the liaison center, but also an internal mastermind at the military level were frantically checking, leaving no information unchecked.

In a commercial building on the Fourth Ring Road in Beijing, Old Wang sat at his computer, staring intently at the screen alongside a completely black shadow.

The apps, folders, contacts, and all chat messages on Fang Zong's phone...

Everything is under inspection!

Then Old Wang and the black shadow exchanged a glance, completely dumbfounded.

So clean!

I've never seen such a clean phone before!

Fang Zong's phone contained nothing but a large amount of medical information and his daily medical reading records.

It seems that Fang Zong's cell phone serves no purpose other than for studying and making calls.

The recent chat history on my messaging app is from many days ago!

Old Wang stroked his beard: "What a good child! I haven't seen such a good child in a long time."

The shadowy figure replied, "In this dazzling world, people's hearts are restless. It has been a long time since I have seen such a fine child."

Then the problem arose.

Such a good kid, it's even less likely that his phone will get a virus!

Old Wang tugged at his beard, feeling a slight toothache. It was highly unlikely that Fang Zong would play pranks on people for no reason. So, what could be the problem?

He frowned, tapped the table, and asked suspiciously, "Is it a problem with the FBI?"

Fang Zong's cell phone was brought back from America. The original version was an internally customized version for FBI officials. Fang Zong got used to it, so the Ghost Killing Team upgraded it instead of replacing it for him.

But even so, it shouldn't be like this!

Unless the FBI's technology surpasses that of the East Country by fifteen years!

"Let's call Peter over." After careful consideration, Old Wang made the call anyway.

A single mobile phone issue has brought together high-ranking officials from two top countries.

But when Peter arrived, it was just that one person and one shadowy figure became two people and one shadowy figure, all of whom were completely dumbfounded.

After carefully reviewing the records, Peter's lips twitched: "I only have two questions."

"What?" Old Wang asked seriously.

"First, although I don't know what happened, Fang Zong's phone should not be related to those damn chat groups."

Peter's words put both Old Wang and the shadowy figure at ease, but they weren't completely relaxed. They waited expectantly for Peter's second question.

“Secondly,” Peter said with a strange expression, “my doctor Fang’s private life is too boring. Doesn’t your country have any dating apps? Like Facebook? He only makes phone calls and looks at documents? Without Facebook, how does he pick up girls and make those high-energy videos? Your country is too boring. I strongly suggest that Doctor Fang come back with me. He deserves a more exciting world!”

Old Wang: "..."

Silence, and more silence.

Old Wang finally spoke up: "Great Snake King, help me send Spider-Man on a trip."

"Okay!"

The dark shadow hissed twice, then suddenly whipped out a snake tail tens of meters long, smashing through the window and soaring high into the sky.

"Want to fight? Heh, my friend from the East, don't underestimate me, I'm already a sorcerer..."

Holy crap, a level six magic user, a calamity-level powerhouse?!

After letting out a wail, the dashing bastard who transformed into Dark Spider-Man after his shirt was ripped off became a star in the sky.

"Xiao Zong, your phone is fine."

"Doctor Fang, my dearest friend, your phone is fine, but I think I need a helicopter from your East Country. I think I'm lost."

Fang Zong was relieved after receiving two phone calls in a row.

In any case, he shouldn't have been dragged into some group and labeled a cultist who is anti-Earth and anti-human.

He then walked forward, not taking a taxi, but instead weaving through the sea of ​​lights and traffic, onto the overpass, and sat down by the bridge, next to a handsome man dressed all in white.

Luo Xiaoxia no longer kept his eyes closed to maintain his composure; it seemed that ever since he saw Mu Xianxin, he had stopped keeping his eyes tightly shut.

"Thank you," Luo Xiaoxia said bitterly.

Fang Zong lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Why are you thanking me?"

"Thank you for being willing to give Mu Xianxin the pills."

"Heh~" Fang Zong let out a soft laugh that was hard to decipher.

Spring is on the branches, and money is in my hands. I can give it to whomever I want, but if you want to remember my favor, then remember it.

Fang Zong felt that although Luo Xiaoxia's name was unappealing, his personal connections were still quite valuable.

Luo Xiaoxia said softly, "I came with Mu Xianxin, but I didn't dare to see her. Actually, I recognized her as soon as I saw the colorful scorpion tattoo on her chest. I originally wanted to win first place, give her the pills, and then tell her who I was. But when I heard many people say, 'Don't I like her?' my head went blank, and I kicked..."

Good heavens, I actually kicked her more than ten meters away?!

"If you have no one to talk to, then speak up."

Fang Zong leisurely smoked a cigarette. This unlucky kid—no, this shy kid.

Luo Xiaoxia continued, "The generals all call me Holy Light, thinking I'm a fanatic, a madman. Actually, you know, my parents are both fanatics, they believe in a small local sect, a legitimate sect, but they're too fanatical and insist that I believe too. When I was little, my classmates called me a little monk, a little nun, a little godfather. Nobody wanted to play with me except her. I don't know who she is because she moved away when she was twelve, but I recognize her colorful scorpion tattoo. My Holy Light isn't a god, it's her. With her in my heart, I'm not lonely. Long live Holy Light, may your light endure forever."

"And then?" Fang Zong became interested. Who would have thought that the Holy Light Madman from the Eastern Kingdom's Double Shrimp Clan worshipped the Mother Scorpion!

Is the beauty that cannot be obtained a kind of persistence, or a kind of belief?

"Then I wanted to walk around by myself." Luo Xiaoxia stood up.

Where are you going?

"I'm upset, so I'm going to a prostitute!"

Fang Zong: "..."

It's just one word, I'll only say it once. Have a good trip.

Fang Zong didn't care what Luo Xiaoxia was doing; he was too lazy to concern himself with other people's private lives.

But as he was about to hail a taxi home, Luo Xiaoxia, without turning her head, tossed him a car key:

"It's hard to get a taxi here, but here's a Land Rover on the east side of the overpass, take it."