"No authority?"

Lin Qiye saw the three big words on the screen and frowned, "Even I don't have the authority?"

With Lin Qiye’s current status, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is second only to the Night Watchmen. Even he does not have the authority to access this file, which means that this file should be in Zuo Qing’s hands... Why does an ancient scroll from the Han Dynasty have such a high level of confidentiality?

Why did my name appear in this file? Was it related to the mysterious little boy in my body?

The more Lin Qiye thought about it, the more strange it seemed to him. He decided to find a time to ask Zuo Qing about it.

"I almost forgot, there is one more thing..."

Lin Qiye's ten fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard:

——Red-haired girl, Chloe

He had promised No. 27 that he would help him find the girl, but now he couldn't use the power of miracles, and throwing branches would definitely not work... In desperation, he could only start from the Night Watch's intelligence network.

To Lin Qiye's surprise, several files actually popped up under the index.

What’s strange is that the dates of these archives span a wide range. The earliest one is from the Han Dynasty... and the most recent one is from six years ago.

What the hell? Could it be that this girl named Chloe has lived from the Han Dynasty to the modern era?

Is this the second Galan?

Full of doubts, Lin Qiye opened these files one by one. He could open all the others, except the file from the Han Dynasty, which he still did not have permission to open.

Most of these files were from night watchmen stationed at the border, who had witnessed a red-haired girl and a figure shrouded in haze walking out of the fog. On one occasion, they even proposed to enter the territory of Daxia. Later, the commander-in-chief Ye Fan met with them in person and allowed them seven days of free time in Daxia.

However, what they talked about during the meeting was not recorded in the files.

Lin Qiye flipped through the eyewitness files, his eyes swept across a line of characters, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is..." he muttered to himself.

On the flashing computer screen, a line of characters was highlighted in bold:

——Chloe, Forbidden Ruins Sequence 001, unnamed, suspected to be the agent of the Western Holy Church Saint Lord Yeland.

…

"We should be the first to arrive, right?!"

A business car stopped in front of the Night Watch headquarters. Xia Simeng jumped out of the car first, looking at the morning glow in the east and smiled confidently.

"...Captain, we don't have to rush like this, right?" The other members of the Phoenix team got out of the car with dark circles under their eyes and yawned several times. "Doesn't the meeting start at nine o'clock? It's only six o'clock now..."

"Arriving early shows that our Phoenix team is sincere! As long as we leave a good impression on Lin Qi... ahem, Director Lin, it will be easier to ask for leave in the future."

Xia Simeng gave Tong Sheng a look, and the latter silently took out a big red plastic bag from the trunk, held it in his arms, and followed closely behind Xia Simeng, burying his head as low as possible.

The [Phoenix] team walked into the headquarters and went straight to the meeting room. As soon as they opened the door, the smile on Xia Simeng's face froze instantly.

I saw that the huge conference room was now full of people.

Beside the large oval conference table, eight figures in black cloaks sat upright like sculptures, their wide hat brims obscuring their faces, their auras mysterious and cold.

Compared with them, the six young boys and girls opposite seemed a little restless. They didn’t have their own cloaks, and their bodies were covered in dust, as if they had just come back from begging in some corner.

Seeing the Phoenix team push the door open, the boys and girls immediately stood up and began to salute them respectfully.

"How come you all came so quickly?" Xia Simeng's eyes widened when he saw the two teams. "Forget about the [Psychics]. They fly fast on their magic weapons... What about you? The reserve team shouldn't have their own planes?"

Fang Mo coughed lightly and said, "Senior Xia, we took the high-speed train back overnight...but we changed trains several times along the way."

The corners of Xia Simeng's mouth twitched slightly. He sighed helplessly and sat down with everyone at the other end of the conference table.

[Medium] In the team, Wu Laogou raised the brim of his hat slightly. He glanced at the big red plastic bag in Tong Sheng's arms and spoke in surprise:

"What is that? Cigarettes? Captain Xia... the new director has just taken office. Are you planning to bribe him with this?"

"Forehead……"

Xia Simeng was speechless for a moment. She had planned to secretly give this thing to Lin Qiye since she was the first to arrive...but she didn't expect that she would be the last one to arrive. She looked a little embarrassed.

"This is our captain's treasure." Tong Sheng answered stiffly.

Wu Laogou looked at her with a strange expression, nodded and said, "I can't tell... Captain Xia comes here to smoke and drink in private?"

"Haha, I'm used to it. I feel uncomfortable if I don't smoke one cigarette every day." Xia Simeng laughed dryly, "Tong Sheng, come on, light me one... No, light one."

Tong Sheng took out a cigarette, stuffed it into Xia Simeng's stiff mouth, and silently lit the cigarette butt.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Xia Simeng started coughing violently.

Just then, two figures walked into the office one after another.

Lin Qiye walked in with a file in his hand and saw Xia Simeng coughing with a cigarette in one hand. He frowned and said seriously:

"Captain Xia, smoking is prohibited in the conference room."

Hearing this, Shen Qingzhu behind him froze and silently put the cigarette that he had just brought to his lips into his pocket.

"Ahem... Sorry, sorry!" Xia Simeng crushed the cigarette butt, hastily brushed her messy hair, and sat upright in her seat, pretending that nothing had happened, but wisps of white smoke continued to come out of her nose...

When the other members of the [Phoenix] team saw this scene, they wished they could bury their heads in the ground.

Lin Qiye took the file and sat down at the main seat at the conference table. He glanced at everyone and smiled slightly.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started early."

"Everyone here is an acquaintance, so I won't introduce myself... From today on, I will temporarily serve as the director of the Night Watch's Special Operations Department."

Bang, bang, bang——!

Intense applause rang out in the conference room. Fang Mo and others clapped their hands hard with smiles on their faces, and their palms turned red.

"Before the meeting officially begins, I would like to make an announcement as the Director of the Special Operations Department..." Lin Qiye's expression gradually became serious, and the entire conference room suddenly fell into silence.

"From today on, the Hibernation Plan will be activated for the former Special Team 004 [Mask] and the former Special Team 005 [Nightfall]..."