Green space outside the building of the Intelligence Section of the Ministry of National Security of Country A.

Noon.

Jiang Leng lay on the bench.

The communicator vibrates.

Jiang Leng glanced at the other party's identity, sat up, and opened the communication.

"Head. Jiang Leng said.

"Ready for the handover, it's time for them to hit the road. ”

"Will you let them go?" Jiang Leng was unwilling.

"Hey," the other sighed, "one is sleeping in the morgue and the other is unconscious in the hospital bed, what valuable information can be obtained? ”

"We can use health as an excuse to show that the physical condition of 'Blue Eye' is not suitable for transfer, and propose that 'Blue Eye' continue to stay with us, and we will provide the best medical conditions, and then send him back to China after he recovers," Jiang Leng said slowly, "In the meantime, we tried to dig up some valuable information." ”

"This is a direct order from the section chief," he emphasized, "or rather, from a higher level." ”

"Really?" Jiang Leng was a little disappointed.

He looked down at the grass in front of him, the sun had not yet had time to scorch, but it shone calmly on the blades of grass, he took out a small bag of pigeon food from the bag he was carrying, grabbed a handful, and scattered it on the grass in front of him.

In a moment, four or five white pigeons fluttered and fell, shaking their heads and pecking at the grass, not fighting, each eating the food in front of them.

The faint scent of grass, accompanied by the low chirping of pigeons, fills the air.

"I say, as the next head of the intelligence section," the other party said with a slight teasingness, "do you really only care about digging up valuable so-called information?"

He sprinkled some pigeon food again: "Previously, the information about the spy plan of country C to steal the information of 'Yi' came a little suddenly...... Well, suddenly, and incredibly precisely. ”

"Yes, the section chief directly asked us to assign tasks, and the intelligence was provided directly by him, as for the source of intelligence, he used a very official expression - reliable, there is no other excuse, it is not like his usual style. The other party recalled.

"Did the higher-ups give him any information?" Jiang Leng seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking questions.

"All in all, carry out the order and send them home", the other party concluded, "as for the intelligence or something, let's talk about it." ”

"Maybe they don't care about the information, or they have already got the information they should have gotten, or maybe this mission has nothing to do with intelligence at all, or maybe it's ......"

"Don't 'either' anymore", the other party interrupted Jiang Leng, "Sometimes, it's best to just carry out orders and think about nothing." ”

"Heh", Jiang Leng chuckled, "You weren't so 'professional' before." ”

"People have to grow," said the other in a softened tone, "You should try to be more mature." ”

"Do you call being proficient in the world 'maturity'?" Jiang Leng looked disdainful, "I don't ...... this kind of 'growth'"

"Comrade Jiang Leng, who claims to be the next head of the Intelligence Section", the other party's tone was a lot heavier, "Believe me, this kind of 'growth' is what you are destined to experience, this kind of 'maturity', you are also destined to have, if you really want to become the next chief of the Intelligence Section." ”

Silent.

The pigeon looking for food made a "cooing" sound, and the blades of grass that were being played by the pigeon made a sound of knowing.

It's just getting more and more silent.

"After all, this is a successful operation - we have successfully cracked an espionage operation against our 'Yi' system, prevented a possible intelligence leak, and will be rewarded at all levels", the other party tried to break the awkward cold, "Happy ending, isn't it?"

"Two terrorists escaped. Jiang Leng said softly.

"They're just anachronistic episodes that don't affect the main theme. ”

Jiang Leng thought for a moment, what he wanted to say, but he held back and said instead: "Then in this operation report, my description of the Santa Maria organization...... Or omit it......"

"Well, yes, you finally understand", the other party was very pleased, "worthy of being the future head of the intelligence section, I didn't train you in vain, when the time comes, you can't forget your old superior, hahaha." ”

"Don't tease me. ”

"Okay, let's talk about it", the other party paused, "properly handle the handover and send them home safely, one dead and one injured, it's not the situation we want to see." ”

"We are a country of etiquette, and the way we planned to deal with it was relatively mild, but now it is an accident. Jiang Leng's tone had gradually returned to "normal" from the previous bit of cynicism.

"Well, accident, then, goodbye", the other party seemed to think of something, "Are you kid sitting on the bench outside, feeding the pigeons?" Jiang Leng explained, "Go back to the office quickly, when I come back from a business trip, it seems that I want to emphasize discipline with you again......"

"Head, goodbye. Jiang Leng hung up the communication.

He sprinkled some more pigeon food in front of him.

He sat on the bench with his mind free and stared blankly at the pigeon in front of him.

The sun was getting brighter and brighter, the grass was greener, the pigeons were whiter, and the heat was rising.

"In the summer, it's not suitable for spending too much time outdoors. Jiang Leng muttered to himself.

The pigeon food on the grass was eaten by the pigeons, and after they searched for it, they brushed the ground together, tilted their heads, tilted their necks, and looked at Jiang Leng.

Jiang Leng reached into the bag with his right hand and found that there was no pigeon food in it.

"I'm sorry," he said, "that's all for today." ”

The pigeons "cooed" in protest.

He shrugged his shoulders and stood up helplessly, "Let's go," he said, listlessly, "You should take the initiative to find some food yourself," he said, and walked towards the Intelligence Bureau building, "I need to tidy up my own office." ”

The pigeons, fluttering, flew away.

But one was left behind, standing there stunned, "persistently" continuing to look for food.

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"Report to the Director, Blue Ears is awake. ”

"Okay, I'm going to visit him in the afternoon. ”

"Yes. ”