Chapter 151 Telegram
Hu Xian and Lao Wan were both staring at Chen Chuan's figure in a daze. The scene in the hall at this moment did not match what they had imagined when they came. The dazzling sunlight fell on the blood-stained ground and the flash of the knife, making people feel dazed for a moment.
After all, Hu Xian was a member of the review team. She quickly gathered her attention and looked around for the boxing lion with sharp eyes. However, she found it without much effort.
This person is in the most conspicuous place. Compared with the others, he is more complete and his expression is very natural. He is the kind that can be put together to pose for a photo.
Her tense expression relaxed and she laughed at her own nervousness.
This Boxing Lion is considered a top figure, and his team is also very capable, otherwise he would not have been listed as an assessment target.
However, she had previously believed that an assessment involved preliminary reconnaissance, planning, and a fierce battle at the end, which might have made the plan's execution smoother. But it was definitely not something like this, something she couldn't even think of in advance. She couldn't help but ask, "Is this the end?"
Lao Wan was silent for a while, and after a long while, he said "hmm".
Chen Chuan just felt two people coming in, but he did not turn around. He still stood there with the knife in his hand, his eyes looking at the stairs above. At this moment, footsteps came from above.
Hu Xian and Lao Wan also noticed it and raised their guns to point at that place.
The footsteps were steady and each step was firm. Soon, a middle-aged man wearing a top hat came down from upstairs.
Hu Xian raised an eyebrow, put down the gun, and said, "Old Feng, are you there?" She said dissatisfiedly, "You didn't even tell me you were there?"
Old Feng was somewhat helpless. He hadn't seen what had happened just now. He was still filming from the back, looking for an observation position. Suddenly, he heard the gunshot and rushed over in a hurry. How could he have notified them in time? As for him coming down from upstairs, wasn't it just to maintain his appearance?
Seeing that they knew each other, Chen Chuan stroked his fluttering scarf and put down the knife.
At this moment, the sound of a car approaching was heard outside. Old Feng's expression became serious and he said, "It seems that another guest has arrived. I'll go and deal with it."
As he said this, he came down the stairs and walked out. When he passed by Chen Chuan, he nodded to him.
Hu Xian walked up and said, "That's the grader from our review team, and also a special commissioner from the bureau. He's responsible for your performance rating." She turned her head and looked at him for a few seconds, then said, "Young man, you're great. You took care of him in such a short time. You're really quick. I was worrying for no reason, Sister Hu."
Chen Chuan said seriously, "Sister Hu, thank you." He then said to Lao Wan, "Thank you, Brother Wan." No matter what, these two rushed in to help him without knowing the situation, and he had to appreciate this favor.
"Thank you for what?"
Hu Xian looked around and felt somewhat relieved. "Young man, you really opened my eyes. No wonder Old Feng is so concerned about you. I've never seen him pay so much attention to any other student in the examination."
At this time, outside, a number of blue cars drove into the street, and in one of the extended luxury cars sat a handsome man in his thirties, wearing a coat and a small mustache.
The man sitting in the passenger seat looked ahead. He had a good eye and saw that all the glass on the building was broken. He turned around and said, "Boss, we're here, but there seems to be a problem up ahead."
The handsome man asked, "Send someone to take a look."
By this time, Lao Feng had already walked onto the street and stopped in front of the convoy. The car slowly stopped in front of him, and then teams of people came out. Except for the people who were on guard on both sides, the rest of them pointed guns at him.
Old Feng felt that the wind outside was very strong, so he pressed down his hat with his hand, looked at the luxury car, and ignored the guns pointed at him.
The handsome man sat in the car without moving, but a burly security guard got out and came in front of Lao Feng. He looked him up and down, then raised his chin and asked, "What do you do?"
Old Feng reached into his arms, and the people around him raised their guns and shouted, "Don't move."
Lao Feng looked very calm and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm alone."
The sturdy security guard was also staring at him. He saw him slowly take out a name card from his inner pocket and raised it to gesture. The sturdy security guard took a look and was immediately startled. He whispered, "Please wait a moment, sir."
He immediately ran back to the stretched limousine and said a few words into it.
After a while, the car door opened and the handsome man walked down. He pressed his hand down, signaling the people around him to put down their guns. He walked in front of Lao Feng, glanced at the name card, and then looked at Lao Feng:
"Dashun National Affairs Bureau? Mr. Feng?" He looked at the building next to him, as if thinking about something. Then he smiled charmingly. "Mr. Feng, is there anything we can help you with?"
Old Feng put the name card back, put his hands in his upper pockets, and said, "No need, we will take care of it. It's just that Mr. Lanque may have made a wasted trip."
The handsome man raised his finger and waved it, saying, "That's nothing. I'm very happy to meet Mr. Feng."
Lao Feng said, "Really? But Mr. Lanque didn't even want to shake my hand."
The handsome man put his hand to his mouth, coughed dryly, and said, "I won't disturb you guys from the General Affairs Bureau anymore. Goodbye." After nodding in greeting, he turned around and went back to the car.
After a while, the convoy began to retreat and turn around, returning to the way they came.
In the luxury car, a henchman suddenly asked, "Boss, that man is just an official from the General Affairs Bureau. Why are you giving him such a face?"
"Do you believe whatever is written on the name card?"
The handsome man glanced at him and said casually, "Besides, the General Affairs Bureau is omnipresent. Maybe there are people from the Bureau around me. I don't want to have a gun pointed at my head while I sleep one day." He said to the driver in front, "Axing, don't you think so?"
Ah Xing said without turning around: "Boss, I don't understand these."
"I don't understand. It's better not to understand." The handsome man smiled, then said regretfully, "What a pity for that battle spider. It was Taiana's best portable biological weapon."
Old Feng waited until the convoy left before turning back to the building.
At this moment, Chen Chuan had already sheathed the Xuejun Sword and stood near the window holding the sword. His fluttering ochre-red scarf was still very eye-catching even among the blood on the ground.
Hu Xian was checking the situation around him. Except for a few minions with weak breathing and the unconscious bee girl, most people were killed with a single knife, so cleanly and neatly that it made people's scalp tingle.
When Chen Chuan saw Old Feng coming back, he asked, "Special Envoy Feng, I heard from Sister Hu that you were the grader for this review. Do you know if I've passed this assessment?"
Old Feng looked at the broken limbs and body parts scattered all over the ground, and suddenly felt a little sorry for his comments yesterday.
He said seriously, "The details still need to be reported to the review team for confirmation. However, in my opinion, Student Chen, you have met the requirements by severely injuring or killing all the assessment targets. You should have no problem passing this assessment. Student Chen, perhaps I should congratulate you in advance."
Chen Chuan got his confirmation and had a clue in his mind. He glanced into the hall and asked, "Then, Mr. Feng, what should we do with the things these people left behind?"
Old Feng smiled and said, "During the assessment period, all spoils may be taken away by the students. Student Chen, don't be embarrassed. Although our funds are tight, we are always very tolerant towards capable students."
Chen Chuan asked, "Including the battle spider?"
Lao Feng said confidently, "That includes the battle spider. You can take whatever you need. Someone will come and collect the body."
Chen Chuan nodded. He had already retrieved the gold note from Boxing Lion. This thing was not only his, but also belonged to other students participating in the operation, so he had to take it back.
As for other things, guns, vehicles, he couldn't handle them and it was impossible for him to take them away, but he could leave them to Hu Xian.
He walked over and told Hu Xian about his thoughts.
Hu Xian said, "Brother Chen, I can exchange the rest of these things for money for you. You should take the battle spider back with you. It's too eye-catching to keep it here, and it's hard for me to do business with it.
As for handing it in, I advise you not to overthink it. The higher-ups won't appreciate it. It could be confiscated somewhere along the way, and you might end up giving it away to some bastard or just dumping it in a warehouse, gathering dust. You'd better keep it with you."
Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said, "I heard that this thing needs to eat some high-energy nutrients?"
Hu Xian said nonchalantly, "It's okay. If you don't need it normally, you can put it to sleep. Even if it can only be used once at a critical moment, it's still a good deal. Look around here again, there should be something left."
Chen Chuan said, "Okay, then I'll leave the rest to Sister Hu. Sister Hu and the team members have worked very hard, so they deserve a share this time. Please also keep a share for Mr. Feng."
Although Lao Feng said that he didn't want anything, he didn't really think so. Besides, it was Lao Feng's choice whether to take it or not, and it was his business whether to give it or not.
Hu Xian said, "Since you trust me so much, I will definitely help you take care of it. I will remember Lao Feng's share." Then she turned around and said, "Lao Wan, go call people to get to work."
She looked around again. Although she was still doing the job of collecting corpses this time, it was the most satisfying one because those who died this time were people who deserved to die.
While this matter was being dealt with, Lao Feng had already returned to the hotel alone. He went to a secluded room, closed the door, took out a pen, and immediately began to write a telegram. However, he was not satisfied after writing it several times. He felt that he could not express it well, so he would crum up the telegram halfway and throw it aside.
At the end, he thought about it and simply repeated the content, and then added three exclamation marks at the end, which are rarely used in normal times!
After finishing writing, he squatted down, took out a radio from the cabinet, moved it to the table, then put on headphones and started sending messages.
As the sound of ticking sound rang out in the room, the content of this telegram was transmitted by radio waves, passed through relay stations across the vast land, and was sent to the National Bureau of Statistics headquarters in a secret area. It was then presented to the reader's desk by confidential personnel.
Just half a day later, another telegram was sent from the main station.
Old Feng stayed in front of the radio station and did not leave. When he heard a series of specific signals coming from the telegraph machine, he became excited and wrote down the subsequent telegraph code.
He quickly took off his headphones and translated the content based on his memory.
"After verification by relevant departments and personnel, Chen Chuan, a student at the Yangzhi Wuyi University in the Dashun Republic of China, has passed the assessment process and is confirmed to have passed the assessment. He is hereby granted a Class B Unlimited Defense Certificate." The signature is: "Dashun National Unlimited Defense Certificate Review Group, Dashun National General Affairs Bureau."
For some reason, after receiving this telegram, he, the scorer, felt inexplicably excited.
After calming down in his seat, he burned the original telegram draft, then stood up and walked out of the room. He glanced at the wall clock. It was eleven o'clock in the evening. Although it was very late, he felt that he should not wait until tomorrow and should tell the young man the news immediately.
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(End of this chapter)
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