"Director, that person has appeared." A big black man with hideous muscles, wiping the cold sweat on his head, took the walkie-talkie, and reported.

"Okay, I see." In the office on the sixth floor of the detective agency, a gray-haired fat man with a body comparable to Sammo Hung swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, a little excited, and a little nervous, and stood up from the boss's chair.

With the incomparably relaxed and refreshing squeak of the boss chair, the gray-haired fat man rushed into the cubicle at the back of the office at a speed that was extremely incompatible with his size.

"Director, what are we going to do? This man is terrifying. The black man, staring at Chen Haoran's figure on the screen, said in a somewhat difficult tone.

The gray-haired fat man held the walkie-talkie and said repeatedly: "Don't worry about anything, notify all the first-level private detectives and special private detectives who stay in the detective office to line up at the elevator on the 7th floor." ”

"Queue?" The black man was slightly stunned, this guy obviously has bad intentions, why do you want to line up?

But as soon as he thought of the director's somewhat nervous tone just now, he immediately understood what the director meant, and then quickly pressed the alarm, and then his voice resounded throughout the private detective office, "Security alarm, security alarm, all private detectives above the first level, immediately rush to the elevator on the 7th floor." Repeat......"

“WHAT？” In the small room, the gray-haired fat man who was tidying up his makeup, heard the words in the walkie-talkie, he shuddered violently, and couldn't bother combing his messy hair anymore, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and roared while rushing out, "You, do you want to kill Lao Tzu?" ”

The black man in the monitoring room was stunned all of a sudden, the director was not an ethnic discriminator, and even took good care of him.

But now the director's tone looks like he wants to kill him.

and the director who has always been stable and stable, when has he ever been so out of shape?

Not only the black man, but also the detectives who were holding weapons and rushing to the elevator were also stunned.

"What's going on?" All the detectives looked at each other.

"Could it be that Rambo from the Ministry of Security conveyed the wrong order?"

A group of detectives are very keen to dig into the essence of the problem, but what makes them even more puzzled is that their director, Johnson, can be so out of shape.

Could it be that this time things are getting bigger?

Just when they were wondering, the elevator on the seventh floor suddenly opened.

All eyes converge on the past at the same time.

I saw a yellow-skinned young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and walked out unhurriedly, especially the smile on the corner of his mouth that was slightly upturned, exuding an indescribable confidence.

It's as if there are so many of them with guns at the same time that they can't pose a threat to him.

Wait, this man's appearance, as if I've seen it somewhere!

All the detectives looked at Chen Haoran with a puzzled expression.

"Are you ......" A middle-aged detective with a scruffy beard looked at Chen Haoran with a solemn gaze and asked tentatively.

"Me?" Chen Haoran glanced at the fingers of these people, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker, "I think, you should know me." ”

"Knowing ......", the doubts in the eyes of these detectives became even stronger.

At this moment, they suddenly felt the floor under their feet, trembling, followed by a series of roars.

It felt like a hippopotamus was sprinting this way.

Of course, there will never be any hippos here, and everyone understands the problem.

Especially these detectives, listening to the roaring footsteps and looking at Chen Haoran's gaze, became more and more solemn.

Because they know who the footsteps are coming from.

can make their Johnson director, such a gaffe, then the character in front of him ......

At this time, Chen Haoran also opened his mouth wide in surprise, only to see that in the corridor in front of him, a brown-haired white fat man with a body comparable to Sammo Hung, no, it should be said that it was a circle rounder than Sammo Hung was running at a speed that did not match his body shape at all.

Chen Haoran's eyes widened instantly.

This speed, this flexibility.

This fat man is also a talent.

Just when Chen Haoran was slightly stunned, the gray-haired white fat Johnson had already rushed to Chen Haoran, holding his thighs with both hands, and gasped twice, only then did he look at Chen Haoran with some admiration and some apprehension, and opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly realized that he didn't know what to say.

You must know that Chen Haoran has become an almost mythical existence in their hearts.

I don't know how many members of the Dark Star Organization are looking forward to seeing Chen Haoran.

Even to some extent, Chen Haoran has become the idol of all their members, and even said that it is faith.

Originally, when he received the order yesterday, he didn't pay much attention to it, but he couldn't imagine that what they were waiting for was their idol and their faith.

When Ki sent back the news, his bones were crispy with excitement.

Even at that moment, he even wanted to break out of the detective agency and worship his faith.

Although reason restrained his impulse in the end, he had been looking forward to Chen Haoran's arrival in his heart.

Until a moment ago, he almost cheered excitedly, but he didn't expect that things would turn out like this.

Will he be blamed for his beliefs? Or even disgusted with him?

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he couldn't hold it anymore, and even the sweat beads on his chest and back were even more nervous.

And in the eyes of other detectives, this scene is comparable to a comet hitting the earth.

You must know that Johnson, even if he is placed within their organization, is a high-ranking and powerful existence, and even in the face of the head of the intelligence department, he will not show half a humble posture.

But now......

Looking at Chen Haoran's face, which looked more and more familiar, a face that was incomparably similar slowly emerged in their minds.

Could it be, he is......

The moment this thought arose, they couldn't help but widen their eyes, and even trembled with excitement.

There is anticipation, there is nervousness, and there is a hint of worry......

And the gray-haired fat director Johnson, who didn't know how to deal with it for a while, saw the detectives who were still standing in place stupidly, and stomped his feet suddenly, accompanied by the buzzing ground, Johnson roared, "Are you all stupid?" Why don't you come and see us......"

Johnson was halfway behind, then suddenly woke up, and quickly changed his words: "Go to the conference room!" ”

Seeing this scene, the detectives, whose emotions were already on the verge of collapse, suddenly exclaimed, and then looked at Chen Haoran with burning eyes.

Seeing this, Johnson hurriedly yelled, "Are you all deaf?" Why don't you get me to the conference room? ”

"Yes, yes, let's go."

"Mmmm, quick, go to the conference room, by the way, you can see if my hairstyle is messed up."

"By the way, I haven't shaved today."

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