Chapter 1152 The Mysterious Old Man in the Safe House

I know the risks of bringing back an intelligence officer who is working undercover in an evil organization. I also know that although it seems like I am bringing back a person, the work that needs to be done secretly is extremely huge.

For example, helping this person to clear his identity, creating a fake death scene, transferring his family, and maintaining all her intelligence networks all require a lot of manpower and energy.

But I also know that I don’t have much time left.

My 20th birthday is getting closer and closer. During this period, I must handle all matters, get rid of the intelligence agency, and become a hands-off manager.

After all, for me, wasting time is wasting life.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a sense of urgency. After taking a deep breath, I leaned back in my chair and stared at the information in my hand.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Qi, who had been in stealth mode, suddenly came over, blinked his big eyes, looked at me slyly and said, "It seems that you have become very unhappy since you came here. Don't you like it here? I don't like it either. Why don't we go and go out and play together? It's boring here. I miss my fairy sisters..."

I shook my head and said nothing. At this time, I heard Mr. Wu say, "Do something? What is it?"

"Brother Wu, Lao Kong is a brother who has been through thick and thin with us, we must save him."

My words shocked Wu Sheng all over, and he straightened his back immediately. After thinking for a while, he nodded: "Just go for it, I fully support you. As for the Operations Department, I am still the director now. If you need me to do anything, just ask."

"Yeah." I smiled, then turned to look at Mao Buhui: "Brother Mao, please help me make an appointment with Sister Chunya, let's meet together, the sooner the better."

"Okay." Hearing this, Mao Buhui took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Fu Chunya.

After a few minutes, Mao Buhui turned off the phone and said, "Chun Ya said we can meet tomorrow night. It's too late today. We will leave for Zhangjiajie after dawn."

At this point, Mao Buhui paused, and then said with a worried look, "Qian Yu, should I contact Chun Ya's father? Although Chun Ya has been hiding well, she is selling intelligence on the black market after all. I guess everyone in the evil world knows about this. If the news of our meeting is leaked, the consequences will be disastrous. If Fu Chenglong, one of the top ten masters in the world, is here, even if something goes wrong, we can get away with it."

I know what Mao Buhui is worried about.

People are like this. When something is about to be accomplished, they will become more cautious, even suspicious.

Mao Buhui was like this. After all, Fu Chunya had been hiding her identity for nearly ten years. Now, when she was about to be cleared of her identity, he didn't want to make any mistakes.

However, the movements of the top ten masters in the world have always been watched by both the good and evil. If Fu Chenglong rashly left for Zhangjiajie, would it attract the attention and suspicion of the evil organizations?

I pondered for a while, and finally shook my head and said, "Don't notify anyone for the time being. Moreover, the meeting place must be kept secret. Let Sister Chunya handle this matter."

"Okay." Mao Buhui nodded.

"Qianyu, it's getting late, you should go to bed early." Mr. Wu stood up and said to Mao Buhui, "Let's go to the director's office of the Ministry of Operations to rest."

"Can two old men sleep here?" Mao Buhui muttered, "I see that Director Zhang's bed is quite big, otherwise, Director Zhang and I can squeeze in here?"

Although Mao Buhui looked reluctant, she was still dragged away by Mr. Wu.

In an instant, only Xiaoqi and I were left in Shuoda's office.

"Hey, Zhang Qianyu, aren't you going to sleep?" Xiaoqi looked at me tiredly and asked. I touched her head and said, "You go to bed first, I still have things to do."

"Oh." Xiaoqi responded, then climbed directly onto the bed and got into the quilt.

I have to say that the office of the Intelligence Bureau is really well-equipped with daily necessities. It is more like a small suite than an office.

When Xiaoqi fell asleep, I got up and walked out of the office.

I stood in the dark corridor, cast my eyes on the safe house not far away, and then slowly walked over.

The safe house contains various top-secret files collected by the Intelligence Bureau over the years. Of course, some high-level files may have been taken away by President Huang. After all, my current level is not high enough, and some files may not be authorized to be read.

I stretched out my finger and tried to press on the fingerprint lock. As I pressed it, the runes attached to the iron door suddenly trembled, and then a red light shone on me.

After a while, a mechanical voice sounded: "Identity confirmed, good evening, General Zhang."

As the mechanical voice fell, there was a "click" sound, and the heavy iron door in front of me opened by itself.

I took a deep breath, then pulled open the iron door and walked in.

After entering the safe house, the lights inside were automatically turned on, and then countless rows of tall bookcases came into my sight.

These bookcases are very old, and the deeper you go, the stronger the sense of age. I even saw words unique to the Ming Dynasty on a bookcase.

"The files on this row of bookcases are actually left over from the Ming Dynasty?" I was secretly shocked, thinking that the inheritance of the Wu Shushan reserve force is really not nonsense.

I walked around the safe house and was looking at the rows of bookcases with some worries when suddenly, an old voice rang out from the corner.

"You are looking for the archives from the Qin Dynasty, right? It's on your left, in the third row of bookcases, at the top."

The voice came so suddenly that even I was startled and got goosebumps all over my body. I turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. Then I saw an elderly man with a cane in his hand standing not far away, looking at me with his deep eyes.

Seeing me looking at him, he even cracked his mouth, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth, and said: "Young man, are you a descendant of the Yin people? A disciple of Zhang Du'e? Tsk tsk, in a blink of an eye, that little brat Zhang Du'e has a disciple. Sigh, I'm old, I'm old..."

As the old man spoke, he slowly walked past me under my astonished gaze, and then turned directly behind a row of bookshelves.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" I suddenly asked.

There was no response, and even the sound of the old man's footsteps suddenly disappeared.

I was suspicious and walked quickly to the row of bookshelves.

However, when I saw the scene behind the bookcase, I was stunned.

There was nothing behind the bookcase. Where was the shadow of the old man?

"Gone?"