"Does the thing you mean by requiring the [device] to handle separately also include erasing any traces of your new subordinate's existence?"
Suddenly someone asked Nia this. Although she couldn't see the face, she could still feel the sarcasm in the other person's tone.
The man continued:
"You, I know exactly what you guys are planning."
"So what?"
Nia laughed contemptuously:
"If you have any ideas, you can try them out. Do you think I would care?"
The figure under the hood shook his head, ended the meaningless quarrel and began to discuss other issues.
---
After confirming that he was fine, Wang Xiao quickly returned to the base to cancel his leave.
Looking back at his previous performance, he also felt that his handling was not good enough.
Perhaps because he had never encountered such a strange thing before, he felt that he behaved too abnormally when facing such a crisis.
At this point, the only way to make up for it is through other follow-up methods. I just hope that the problem is not as serious as I imagined.
---
In the central spire, in a room.
Shi Jin raised his head from a thick stack of case files and rubbed his eyes hard.
After working in the new position for a few days, Shi Jin already felt that his head was being filled with thick information.
As a superpower and relative of a member of the First Team, Luke has more complete file records than those residents born in the outer city.
Shi Jin took a lot of effort to just understand the other person's life.
Twenty years may not seem like a long time, but if it were recorded in detail, it would be enough to fill several thick volumes, plus the cases handled by Luke, and even those committed by Shi Jin himself.
Although her name had been erased with thick marker on those files, she still had the feeling of looking down on her former self from a high place.
After closing the file, Shi Jin took notes on the side.
Luke was the last person to hold her position. He mysteriously disappeared in early October, and the signal last appeared near Fourth Commercial Street.
After that, it seemed to be interfered by some kind of equipment, flashing in Hope City from time to time, without any regularity or reference value.
"Where would such a person be if he were alive?"
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Inner city, inside the marginal sewer.
The setting sun shines through the metal fence of the sewage outlet and illuminates an area of only a few square meters.
The molds growing here quickly became wilted, like woodlice seeing the light under the bricks and stones.
However, in this dark, damp and narrow space of only a few square meters, there are piles of tattered daily necessities.
Even though it is so crowded, there is still a space big enough for one person.
At this time, the setting sun just happened to shine on the man's back.
Push-ups made his back rise and fall, and the muscle lines on it were not very obvious. However, the more eye-catching thing was not this, but that he only had one arm.
"Four hundred and ninety-eight... four hundred and ninety-nine... five hundred..."
A low growl of exhaustion was heard, and the man fell to the ground faster than the sweat dripping from his forehead.
He struggled to turn over and looked outside in the direction of the sunlight, like a prisoner in a cage peeking at the light outside.
Looking at the traces carved on the wall with stones, Luke calculated in his mind for a few seconds, and then said to himself:
"It's already November..."
I have been living here as an illegal resident with no identity for a month.
His mentality has also changed from the initial grief and confusion to the current determination.
When he saw his four former teammates returning from the outside world and receiving everyone's admiring gazes, he realized a truth -
Everyone must take responsibility for their own choices. Since you have chosen to find out the truth about your father's death, you must bear the consequences of everything that happens afterwards.
Having lost his identity, he went into hiding, and while sorting out the connections to things in his mind every day, he began to madly train his body and abilities.
After lying on the ground and taking a few breaths, Luke slowly stood up.
His only left hand clenched suddenly, and the muscles on the entire arm began to take shape.
He turned his head to look at his empty right side, and couldn't help but recall the knife he had been stabbed with before.
The human whose face could not be seen clearly might be the leader of the [Believers]. His sword move was extremely swift and smooth, and he completely cut off his arm along the joints without leaving any broken bones.
Luke looked at the phantom limb that seemed to be there and not there, and there seemed to be a faint light flickering around his body.
The lights intersected and gathered, creating an invisible storm in the narrow space, and finally condensed into a translucent, glowing right arm.
After training and honing his abilities day and night, Luke was finally able to use his abilities to a greater extent.
Those dreamy lights were no longer just shields or barriers, but became an extension of his limbs, his arms.
It will be soon. It will be soon.
As long as I continue to become stronger, one day I will be able to personally investigate the real cause of my father's death.
He had no intention of becoming an enemy of anyone, unless that person stood in his way.
---
Inner city, Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Zhuang Mian handed his plan to his immediate boss.
The other party read it word by word, and looked at it with approval:
“Good, you have a good idea.
"The sewers in the inner city are interconnected, and there are hundreds of large sewage outlets that can pass people. Rash actions will definitely bring unnecessary consequences. Cross-infiltration by small forces is indeed a better option.
"As for the inner city sewer design drawings you need in your plan, I will apply to the higher authorities. If they have no objection to the plan, there will be a result soon."
The elderly man paused, then looked at Zhuang Mian again with a deep smile in his eyes:
"Your reputation has been spreading widely within the department recently. It is said that you have your own unique method of interrogation. Every time you conduct an individual interrogation, you have to turn off the monitoring and recording equipment."
Zhuang Mian nodded and said:
"That's true. These are some ideas I came up with myself. They always work wonders against those stubborn guys."
Zhuang Mian's expression was sincere, and most of what he said was true. He just selectively mentioned the specific content of those small ideas, but this was obviously insignificant.
"I have to admit that you are my best student. Of course, you are just one of them at the moment."
"Thank you for your recognition."
Zhuang Mian showed an irrepressible smile from the heart:
"I will definitely continue to work hard and complete all the tasks!"
After saying that, Zhuang Mian turned around, pushed the door and left, leaving only her former teacher in the room.
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