Night falls quickly.
The city of Xinjiang has officially entered its nightlife, with colorful neon lights flashing in every corner.
But although this is a rare time to relax, a team organization in the city is extremely busy.
Inside the Central Bureau’s branch.
Mr. Fang was stopped by his subordinates to report no less than five times when he returned to his office from the conference room.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening. The branch was full of people walking back and forth, making a lot of noise. This was the first time I had ever seen such a scene.
Because within one day, the Central Branch called back all personnel from all positions, big and small, and held an emergency meeting with the top management. The top management then issued orders and instructed their subordinates to take action.
Mr. Fang sat down and just leaned back in his chair when the door suddenly opened. Xiaoman stepped in, then came to her senses, apologized quickly, and went out, knocking on the door again.
"Come in."
Mr. Fang took off his reading glasses, wiped them and said.
"Mr. Fang, the last three members of Team S have all been gathered here. They just got off the plane and arrived at the airport."
"It's not too late. Got it. Let's go out first."
A'man nodded, holding the documents, and quickly left the room.
Mr. Fang picked up the three documents on the table.
Although he was in charge of all ten members of Group S, the mission scope of their branch was too large. Basically, more than five of them were sent to overseas operations and had long been out of his control.
In this year alone, in Xinjiang City, the only two people he personally managed were Shi Yu and Qiang Wei.
The members of Group S have always been the core force and trump card for the Central Bureau.
After the terrifying field that appeared in Lingxiang Middle School trapped several members of Group S, the headquarters did not dare to take any more risks and mobilized the remaining members of Group S.
But now, the leader of the Nightmare Organization has directly pointed the finger at Xinjiang City and openly launched the attack. Taking into account the danger of tens of thousands of lives in a city, the Central Bureau Headquarters no longer hides it and transfers all the remaining members of Group S to Xinjiang City to help.
This is the rhythm of preparing for all-out war!
No one dares to neglect!
Mr. Fang picked up the information sheet, which contained the personal information of Shi Yu and others.
"When will you guys get out of that damn place?"
"If you don't come out soon, something bad will happen in Xinjiang City."
The old man murmured, and suddenly there was another knock on the door.
The ones knocking on the door were Shadow and Mountain. The latter was too big and was afraid of breaking the door frame, so he stayed outside.
"Mr. Fang, Shanyue and I are here to report." Shadow said. His sleeves were not empty this time, but two puppet arms, which were completely covered after wearing black gloves.
"Well, the other three are here too. You guys go to the conference room and wait for a moment."
"You five members of Team S will each have different missions."
Shadow nodded. After he finished writing his self-criticism last time, he was given a leave of absence and sent to the North District Branch to be on standby. Now he has been transferred back.
Shanyue was transferred to the western wilderness to carry out a mission, and he rushed back to Xinjiang City without stopping.
Twelve o'clock late at night.
In the city center, inside the airport late at night.
In the empty hall, a well-dressed man in a suit and tie, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked out, dragging a suitcase and looking at his mobile phone.
The index and middle fingers on both his hands were unusually long and covered with calluses, as if they were congenital deformities.
Sitting behind his neck was a little boy of seven or eight years old. He looked young and tender, with regular features, and he looked like a typical little boy.
The little boy held the game console in both hands, the reflection of the game shone on his face, his eyes fixed on the screen, and he was engrossed in the fierce battle of King of Fighters in the game console.
What was weird was that he was wearing a black mask with a zipper on the lower half of his face.
"Is this Xinjiang City? It seems that my expectations were too high. The air is more turbid than that in Yuan City. It seems that there are quite a few half-ghosts in this city." The man with glasses put away his phone, touched the frame of his glasses and said.
As the boy played the game, he said, "Not only are there half-ghosts, but ghosts are also wandering around."
"Perhaps, after tomorrow night, this city will completely become a ghost town."
The man with glasses said indifferently: "You have a crow's mouth. If you can't speak, don't respond."
“If it turns into a ghost market, we won’t be able to escape.”
"Don't panic, Brother Qing. I brought a lot of treasures this time, enough to give the Nightmare Organization a hard time."
The boy laughed, and just as he finished laughing, his own Kyo Kusanagi in the PSP was knocked out by the opponent's Iori Yagami.
The boy's face darkened, and he said gloomily, "The game console is no longer working. It's time to replace it. Brother Qing, can you buy me another one?"
The man with glasses said indifferently, "Earn your own money."
"All the money was spent on my treasures." The handsome boy curled his lips. "The organization is so stingy. Last month, I helped them capture two overseas people. Although they were half-dead, they were still breathing. It wasn't me who killed them, so why are they still deducting my salary?"
"They were wrong in the first place, but they're blaming me. Isn't that bullying a child? I may be a child, but I'm much smarter than many adults. When I was little, my parents didn't like me, and my brother often bullied me. To retaliate, I poured laxatives into the bowl, knowing he would snatch it from me. Then..."
"Shut up!"
"When are you going to fix that mouth of yours? No wonder no one can stand you!" The man with glasses got a headache and yelled.
The boy curled his lips and muttered, "If I stop talking one day, it means I'm dead, right?"
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