The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 192 Why do I need to explain to you what I have done in my life?

Holding the freshly released transfer order, Zheng Qingming's mood was a bit complicated.

He can roughly imagine the reason for the independence of the No. 101 Command Division. There must be a game between the conservatives and the radicals behind it, but in the end of the game, it is he who benefits.

Sitting in his position, there are too many things to consider. Sometimes, he is really envious of those legendary "pure" extraordinary organizations, such as the Blackstone Research Institute. Just hit it...

Sighing, leaving these messy things behind, Zheng Qingming once again focused his attention on his mobile phone.

He used the account number of Command No. 101—it should be called Command No. 101 now—to buy all the spiritual power bullets in stock displayed on the page in one go, and paid a sum of money that would make the Financial Secretary beat the table and scold his mother Afterwards, the Blackstone Research Institute took the order in seconds, and an exclusive customer service called him very enthusiastically to ask him if he needed to deliver the goods to a designated location, such as the frontline positions that were trying to seal off the polluted area.

The number of spiritual power bullets is not much, and there are only ten bullets per person in the hands of the frontline soldiers. But with these things, at least they can effectively kill and contain pollutants. If they are used well, they may be able to clean up the pollution smoothly area.

I have to thank the Blackstone Research Institute... By the way, where is their director?

Zheng Qingming remembered that after he and Yanlvge left the polluted Haicheng headquarters, they came to the temporary camp.

Yan Luge casually threw him a purchase page for spiritual power bullets, yawned and said, "I'm so exhausted, I'm going to rest", and ran to find a place to rest by myself. After a while, I heard that I ordered it A takeaway that is cooked by a five-star chef from a well-known hotel in Haicheng and delivered to your door.

As for why the takeaway was made and delivered by a five-star chef in a well-known hotel, it may be because the hotel is owned by the richest man...

Although Yan Luge yawned as soon as he came back, saying that he was so tired and wanted to sleep, but in fact he didn't sleep. Ordering a five-star takeaway for dinner was not enough, and he ordered hot pot, skewers, Duck necks, milk tea, melon seeds, popcorn, etc. I don’t know where to buy stereos, sofas, projectors, curtains, and soundproof walls online, and deliver them to my door in the middle of the night.

But Commander No. 101 is a secret unit after all. Even the temporary camp is kept secret, and outsiders are not allowed to come in and out at will. However, Yanlvge's background is too big, so the guard in charge of the gate had to ask Zheng Qingming for instructions over and over again.

When Zheng Qingming received his subordinate's request for instructions for the fifth time, the spicy duck neck ordered by Yanlvge had just been airlifted by helicopter from two hundred kilometers away, and it was circling over the temporary camp, preparing to land.

——Damn it, I work overtime here all night, what the hell are you doing at night? !

Lao Zheng couldn't take it anymore, so he called to gently persuade Li Ge to stop and endure the difficult conditions for a while.

Yanluge on the opposite side pondered for two seconds: "What is the secret level of your temporary camp?"

Zheng Qingming: "First Class C."

"Then what secret level am I in your file?"

"...first class first class."

Yan Luge: "The duck neck I call can enter the belly of my first-level secret, but can't it enter your first-level C-secret place?!"

Zheng Qingming: "..."

That makes sense.

Unable to refute.

Zheng Qingming was defeated by this logic genius.

In desperation, Zheng Qingming had no choice but to send someone to help him get takeout and install the screen in order to avoid interruptions to his work.

After tossing and tossing all night, finally installed Yanlvge's private theater in the early hours of the morning, let the guy lie on the sofa and watch a movie in comfort while eating snacks.

And he, Zheng Qingming, the director of the No. 101 command department, had to eat the tasteless individual rations and work overtime until dawn bitterly.

After moving his stiff body, Zheng Qingming walked towards Yanlvge's room under the gradually brightening sky.

His shadow was wriggling with teeth and claws in the dim light of the morning sun, looking weird and terrifying.

The door of Yanluge's room was closed.

The place where this temporary camp is located is an old factory building near the polluted area. This old factory building has been shut down for a long time because of poor efficiency. It was bought by Commander No. 101. It was originally intended to be converted into a peripheral employee apartment, but construction has not yet started. Haicheng There was a pollution incident at the headquarters.

Zheng Qingming and the others were stationed in this place full of weeds, and had to deal with it in a way of survival in the wilderness. They set up tents, lit bonfires and ate dry food. Until Yanluge raised his eyes last night, with his keen sixth sense, they found The former owner of the old factory built a single-room dormitory for himself. There are beds, bathrooms, refrigerators, and air-conditioning...

Since he was the chief's distinguished guest and savior, a group of people had no choice but to watch him humming and live in alone.

Now that he was getting closer, Zheng Qingming found that the door was closed, but there were a few words engraved on the door, not deep, and the handwriting was a little messy, as if he had written it randomly on the door with his fingers: I'm leaving, goodbye .

—— Yan Luge didn't even say hello, just ran away.

The line on the door was written on the door when he was halfway there before he remembered to leave a letter, so he turned around and wrote it down, just like when he left the Blackstone Islands, he remembered to write a small note to Bella when he was about to take off .

It's just that at this moment, Zheng Qingming is not sure whether the word was written by Yan Lvge.

He was hesitating, hesitating whether to split a shadow worm and sneak in through the crack of the door to have a look.

The reason why I am still hesitating is that on the one hand, I feel that it is not polite, and on the other hand, I am afraid that a guy with a recipe with no taboos will open his eyes and swallow his 70-point worm as if it was early...

After all, as the main body of the shadow worm, he shares all the senses of the split worm... The feeling of being eaten is a little too subtle...

While he was struggling, Zheng Qingming suddenly saw a person running towards him from the corner of his eye, shouting as he ran, "Director, Director, it's not good!"

"What happened?"

The person who came ran closer, glanced at the words engraved on the door of Yan Lvge's room, took a breath, and said, "About an hour ago, this Director Yan tried to leave the camp, knocked out 24 people, and robbed one car, let's go."

Zheng Qingming:? ? ?

"Speaking of which, it's also our fault." The visitor sighed, "Director Yan came to borrow the car very politely, but the person in charge didn't know him, so he refused... Then, everyone was beaten by Director Yan , until just now I woke up one after another.”

Zheng Qingming was fascinated: "Won't he call me and say something? I won't refuse to borrow a matter of three sentences or half a minute at most."

The visitor raised his head, took a quick look at Zheng Qingming, and lowered his head again: "But it only took a second for Director Yan to knock everyone unconscious."

Zheng Qingming: "..."

(End of this chapter)