Chapter 18
Although the sea was calm after the floating layer, the sky was still a warm blue tone that was not visible in the lower areas, and the clouds were as soft and white as always, like a children's Q-version immersive holographic education film, making people want to take a bite.
But if you ask Shen Jian if he wants to take a bite, he will smile coldly, stare at you with cold and dead eyes, and then really come forward and bite you.
On the right side of Shen Jian, Shen Pingyan, who was handling something, silently pinched the frame of his glasses, and looked through the thin lenses with helpless eyes, carefully observing the boss whose expression changed slightly again.
Shen Jian raised his head and glanced at the poor assistant on duty, and continued to lower his head and work madly on the arms race documents without caring.
What is this? A massive quantum bomber!
What is this? A new type of air combat high-energy reactive mine weighing several tons!
What is this? There are so many types of blocking cannons. I don’t understand them. I’ll go back to find out more information. But I’ll approve it. If I don’t approve it, other organizations will approve it…
Looking at the thing that was about to plunge the whole world into hell, the corners of Shen Jian’s mouth flattened again.
"..." His speed of correcting the documents gradually slowed down, and he wrote each word with pauses, leaving deep scratches on the documents.
Shen Jian was startled, looking at the handwriting that looked like a black knife edge, he was silent for a while, and sighed softly.
Shen Pingyan was disturbed by the breath and looked up quickly, and saw that the boss put down the pen he was used to holding in his hand, turned around and faced the glass window that had already become transparent.
"...Boss?" He paused, stood up and asked.
Shen Jian did not speak, but the air in the room seemed to be filled with rapidly cooling freezing agent. Shen Pingyan had to quietly hold the pen in his hand and accept the strange atmosphere in silence.
Ten days ago, the small desk in the office was a place that everyone was vying for and fighting for. But since the number of documents the boss needed to deal with doubled again three days ago, this position has been cast into the shadow of death.
Even subordinates who need to pass through the leader's office are very cautious, for fear of accidentally causing bad luck in the boss's work hell.
Shen Jian was thinking.
When he was a lawyer, he would answer any questions from his clients. But now he is too lazy to answer his subordinates' questions, so he just keeps silent. It has become a habit.
In this way, the boss is indeed qualified to "ignore" the inquiries of his subordinates. Shen Jian thought with amusement, but couldn't suppress his thoughts and flew to another daily routine.
A few days ago, he demolished an entire wall of this office at the top of the Wuyan Tower and built a large piece of glass - he really had a bad reaction to the blood-red curtain that made his heart tremble.
I originally thought that there would be more or less vigilant subordinates who would give some advice, and this glass wall would eventually increase the probability of assassination to a small extent.
But to his slight surprise, they accepted it silently. At the last small gathering, he mentioned this matter, and Shen An smiled helplessly, "...That's your decision, sir."
How could they possibly argue against that?
Shen An said with a speechless moist look.
Looking at the leader's room which at least had some light, Shen Jian let out a light breath and stared at a cloud that looked like a puppy, but in his mind he thought of the reaction of the lower district to the last "war" that broke out.
Generally speaking, civilians on the ground should be unaware of any unusual movements by organizations that have the power to stay in the air.
The upper level will erect a giant steel barrier that looks fragile but cannot be blown open even by 500 nuclear bombs. It will cover the lower level areas where the war is about to begin like an upside-down porcelain bowl, to prevent the ground from being littered with corpses after the war, which would directly cause the area under their rule to become a worthless wasteland.
So far, the only time the world is connected and able to glimpse a corner of the upper-level war is the change of leadership in the "Manipulator".
The "Sixty Days of Bloody Dusk" is called "The Manipulator" by the civilian areas, and it is the bloody dusk that is avoided and hated by Country R.
"Control panel, is it still making trouble?" Shen Jian asked casually, his eyes depicting the tail of the puppy Baiyun.
Shen Pingyan has been standing and thinking for a while, “Yes, you know, the scenery of their organization has always been unique.”
"It's very chaotic. The current leader doesn't even know how many thorns are left behind by the losers in the fight for the leadership position under his command..."
As he was talking, Shen Pingyan fell silent, quietly lowered his hands and looked down, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
He suddenly remembered that if their "hope" was still there, if their guess was "correct", it was really a "change of people" four years ago...
Then the boss's situation is similar to that of the manipulator leader...
But did the boss really mean that? What did he discover? If not, why did he ask about the control panel?
Shen Pingyan felt quite upset and subconsciously clenched his right hand and fiddled with the light scar on his palm.
That was what he left behind when he was a civilian and planned the war for the first time in his early career. He presented Shen Jian with a very wonderful fireworks show, which was carefully planned and dedicated with all his piety for the future that Shen Jian wanted.
Very exciting...just, it happens.
It was a coincidence, a perfect coincidence; a pity that it was a coincidence that made him feel extremely miserable.
His pledge of allegiance was stuck four years ago.
Exactly, four years ago.
Chen Pingyan lowered the corners of his lips and glanced coldly at the lacquered red curtains hanging on three sides of him, as if looking at a hateful thief through the inky black blood-red nails.
Shen Jian listened carefully to Shen Pingyan's unsteady breathing for a few seconds, and after a while, the corners of his lips curved up, and he happily accepted the flaw that appeared again.
Reveal a little more, so that he can feel more at ease, Shen Jian thought expectantly.
One of the subordinates who was expected was still immersed in his own thoughts. The brain waves of the two crossed briefly, and just as they were about to unlock the mysterious lock together, they separated silently.
To be honest, Shen Pingyan was trapped in the tower for four years, and he didn't even have access to any confidential documents.
But he really didn't want to blame these four years on his boss. This was his own choice, but...
"Boss." Shen Pingyan suddenly took a few steps forward, spoke, frowned slowly, and stretched out his right hand.
Shen Jian turned around and asked in a soft puzzled voice: “Huh?”
Back then, in the south of Country A, the trafficking of human tissues and organs occupied a gathering place of 600,000 related stakeholders. The fire of the explosives was so brilliant that he, as a civilian, could be tacitly allowed to sit in the same room with so many monsters with dozens of laboratories under Shen Jian just by relying on such an achievement.
It was so exciting that the boss at that time didn't dare to let him meet it for four years.
Even though each of these subordinates is unwilling to leave the tower and set up their own independent laboratories, and even though nothing can be seen now, each of them can cause a storm if they are taken out.
But in front of Shen Jian, they still calmed down their pride and became as docile as a lamb that would never turn back, waiting for the shepherd to return from the distant place where the end was invisible.
At that time, they would always have the urge to offer him everything more noble than life.
At this moment, Shen Pingyan suddenly felt that he was very accommodating to the boss. He had been waiting for four years now!
He can get the reward he wants now.
"Do you still remember the fireworks I gave you?" Shen Pingyan asked calmly after a moment of silence.
Shen Jian was slightly startled, and subconsciously turned around to carefully observe the subordinates around him who were filled with worry...
Grievance? Reluctance? Sadness? ... or some sense of righteousness?
Like a puppy that was accidentally locked outside in the rain by its owner, it looked for compensation sadly and angrily after the door was opened.
Shen Jian was confused. He quickly put aside the information about the game of hide-and-seek with his subordinates in his mind, and carefully recalled the information in his mind, trying to comfort his subordinates who looked very hurt.
“…”Not found.
All the information left by the original owner ends within four years.
Shen Jian raised his hand to support his forehead and blinked.
Faced with a situation where he had nothing to say, he should have panicked because of the shaky vest, but now he was very calm.
It seems that he no longer has any doubts about his memory being exposed? In such a serious scene, Shen Jian's thoughts wandered aimlessly, without any sense of tension.
Shen Pingyan pursed his lips and looked at the boss who was slow to speak, but he became more certain of a certain guess in his heart.
He spoke to himself: "I gave you the best pledge of allegiance, you know. I blew up the human organ trafficking aggregation site."
Shen Jian's expression visibly eased, and he looked at him almost gently.
The boss is worried about the civilians, he knows it.
But Shen Pingyan seemed not to see it, and said calmly, "At that time, my hand was cut by the fuse of the last bomb. In order to remove the possible remaining gunpowder, I used a knife to cut off the flesh."
“…Is it?” Shen Jian lowered his head, frowned with empathy, and looked at the scar on Shen Pingyan’s palm.
"I'm a civilian." The man with gold-rimmed glasses pointed out calmly, "My right hand is dominant, boss. I paid a price equivalent to a researcher paying his own name in exchange for this pledge of loyalty."
“…Yes?” Although he didn’t know what “researchers paid the price of their own names” meant, Shen Jian answered obediently.
He thought that if he interrupted his subordinates now, something terrible would happen. Don't ask, it's just intuition.
"I need compensation." Shen Pingyan said calmly.
"......?" Shen Jian raised his head in confusion, staring at his subordinates who looked calm and serious.
The boss, whose brain was completely frozen, slowly asked: "What compensation?"
"Four years ago, you didn't care at all about any injuries of your beloved subordinates, including compensation for their inner trauma." Shen Pingyan said it quickly in one breath, and God knows how many times he rehearsed it in his mind.
What? Now? Four years ago? Injury? Compensation?
A minor injury four years ago, and now I want compensation from him? ?
Shen Jian stared blankly at the scar that had long since healed, and for the first time a loading circle appeared on his head.
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