The failure of several consecutive operations made the usually calm Jing Song unable to control his emotions.
He really couldn't understand how a woman with no background could remain safe and sound even when being targeted by a ghost organization.
It's like...
It was as if she had foreseen their actions in advance.
And that woman's strength...
It doesn't quite match the data in the database...
You have to know that the people he sent over had all been trained within the organization, but they were like helpless children in front of her. This was really a bit weird.
Jing Song flipped through the relevant information passed to him by his subordinates, and a cold light flashed in his slender vertical pupils.
He was very familiar with the means by which his men collected information. As the largest information black market trading platform in the galaxy, the Ghost Organization's information collection capabilities were extremely powerful.
They are able to approach the target person through various means to obtain the information the client needs.
It was such an organization that could infiltrate almost every aspect of the target person, but it was completely unable to find any background information about Feng Qingyue.
This woman's previous information was completely blank.
It's like...
It was as if she appeared out of thin air.
Jing Song stared at the initial date on the document and rubbed his chin with a headache.
Thinking of something, he hurriedly turned on the computer, logged into the internal secret network, and entered the corresponding time node in the search box.
In order to ensure that various major events can be reviewed accurately, the staff of the Ghost Organization will upload major events that occurred at each time point to the public network.
You only need to enter the corresponding time data to automatically retrieve the recorded events that occurred on that day.
On the first day of Feng Qingyue's identity verification, nothing happened.
However, before this, before Feng Qingyue existed, a major event occurred among the alien beast tribe.
An extremely powerful energy wave swept across almost the entire galaxy, heralding the birth of the lord-level alien beast Guixu Lingqiao.
The energy at that time was so powerful that even the most sophisticated instruments today cannot accurately measure it.
That energy value is really too high...
Jing Song placed his fingers on the table, lowered his eyes, and looked at the simple document.
After a while, an almost absurd thought came to his mind: Could it be that... Feng Qingyue... had some connection with that lord-level beast...
Jing Song frowned and thought for a while, then sneered at himself.
He wiped his face helplessly, and a rare look of confusion appeared in his eyes.
The man who always planned and strategized seemed to be lost in the fog at this moment.
Just at this moment, an experimenter ran up to him in a panic.
The man presented a virtual electronic file to the large screen and said breathlessly, "Boss, the test subjects we have are not very good. Their physiological values don't match our estimates."
Jing Song frowned, his tone a little impatient: "So? What do you want to say?"
The experimenter rubbed his hands nervously: "If there are no test subjects that meet the standards, our experimental progress will be greatly slowed down..."
The man carefully observed Jing Song's expression and casually reminded him, "If we can get that perfect test subject, we will definitely be able to complete the experimental targets in a short time."
Feng Qingyue's beautiful face suddenly flashed through Jing Song's mind.
He flipped through the virtual file his subordinates had passed him and said casually, "You mean, because the experimental data doesn't meet the standards, all our current experimental progress is at a standstill?"
Facing his boss's cold gaze, the man shrank his neck and said timidly: "It's like this..."
Considering the big thing he was planning, Jing Song took a deep breath. He pondered for a moment, then said gravely, "Okay, pass the order down and send more people. Make sure the experiment is carried out in the near future."
The experimenter received the order from his boss and nodded happily: "Okay, boss, I'll arrange it right away."
Looking at the back of the experimenter, Jing Song chuckled. He turned around neatly and walked into the house while poking and tapping on the computer.
The computer screen flickered and switched from the original federal default background to a pitch-black background.
This is the internal communication interface of the ghost organization.
A skull-like head was dangling in the middle of the screen, its mouth wide open, making a laughing gesture.
Accompanied by a strange laugh, the screen of the computer switched again, turning into a gray shopping interface.
Other interfaces may sell food tools, but this interface sells things like "top killers", "enemy heads" and "healthy organs".
Jing Song swiped the screen quickly, his eyes passing over the various sales windows, and finally stopped on a skull.
When I clicked on the skull, the screen of the computer suddenly went black.
Jing Song raised his eyebrows without surprise. He cleared his throat and said calmly, "A mission."
The sound from the other side came quickly.
Because it had been specially processed, the voice sounded extremely hoarse: "Boss, just say it."
A cold murderous intent flashed across Jing Song's eyes. He sent Feng Qingyue's photo and basic information, and said in a cold tone, "In ten days, bring this person alive to the designated location."
The person over there quickly received the mission information, and the hoarse voice carried a hint of a smile: "Don't worry, Boss, there will definitely be no mistakes."
Jing Song nodded subconsciously. After realizing that the person opposite him couldn't see him, he coughed solemnly and said, "Well, stay alert and don't take it lightly. That woman is not simple."
A few unbridled laughs came from the other side. "Boss, when did you become so cautious? Just put your mind at ease. You know our business capabilities."
After completing the task assignment, Jing Song stretched in a good mood and decided to enjoy his free time.
......
Feng Qingyue always felt something was strange recently.
As the only person still living in the building after the accident, she has been meeting some strange people recently.
For example, today, after she entered the elevator, the elevator door took a long time to close. When she was about to lose her patience, a man wearing the work clothes of the power bureau and a mask walked in.
The man first looked Feng Qingyue up and down, and then quickly pressed a floor button.
He stood near the elevator door, his eyes lowered, typing something on his laptop.
Feng Qingyue stood behind him with a probing look in her eyes.
As a lord-level beast, she could keenly sense the malice emanating from that man.
It is obvious that her "living alone" life will not be peaceful recently.
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